[Hokage] One tit for another

The room was silent, I silently ate the wooden fish rice ball, and occasionally took a sip of the tea made by Yamato.In fact, Yamato's tea-making skills were beyond my expectations. After all, his expression when he made tea early in the morning made me think that he had put explosives in the teapot, just waiting to be picked up and stuffed into my mouth.But I didn't expect that the tea he made was not bad.

I smack my lips.

Mmm, warm, smells good.

But when I went to get the wooden fish rice ball again, Shikamaru slapped my hand off unceremoniously, and I immediately sent him a condemning look.

"Hey, you should stop in moderation." Shikamaru propped his chin with one hand, tilted his head in a very unmotivated manner, he sighed, dragged the wooden fish rice ball over, and kept away from me, "How many have you eaten?" ?Don't be so immoderate as a child."

Am I eating a lot?Why don't I think so!

And Shikamaru is angry?Fierce, but not too mad at me.

I quickly ran through my mind about the things I've done recently that might have angered Shikamaru, and it turned out that they didn't.After all, Shikamaru has just been dispatched to take care of me, and it is impossible for me to fool Yamato with illusion, so Shikamaru is just in a bad mood?

In fact, Shikamaru and I haven’t had much communication in the past few days. We all know that this is only a restriction on the surface. There are more ninjas standing by at any time to monitor my every move, so now is definitely not a good time to talk. .

Since I couldn't eat rice balls, I could only retract my hands in boredom, propping my head in a daze.

Shikamaru seemed to have nothing to say, as if to relieve some unspeakable embarrassment, after a moment of silence, he hesitated to pick up the newspaper Yamato brought and read it.

Newspapers in the ninja world are just a joke, they have no timeliness at all. Of course, it is impossible for small newspapers to know about major events that really happened. Unintentionally publishing things that should not be published will lead to disasters. I don't know the boring news, and the rest is basically gossip and storytelling.

Looking at that kind of thing is not as reliable as thinking about it with your own brain.So Shikamaru never reads newspapers.

It turns out that the relationship between Shikamaru and I has reached a point of relative silence.

But also, we have nothing to say.

Only that guy Naruto would be so persistent in trying to pull me out of the gate of the old Uchiha house, insisting that I walk on the streets just like everyone else.Yamato wouldn't interact with me at all, and neither would the rest of them.I'm just an invisible man in Konoha, because I'm supposed to be in prison, and now I'm lucky not to be lying in a cold stone room.

And because of this kind of preferential treatment, Konoha had to send more guards to monitor me, and she was worried every day, for fear that I would do something to destroy the whole village.

What's more, in the eyes of Konoha's executives, I'm simply a walking information transmitter.

Everyone avoiding contact with me is also to avoid suspicion.If I suddenly and loudly start to reveal the secrets of the Five Great Nations, I guess all the Anbu who are watching me will have to go to Konoha’s brainwashing room for another round.

Apprentice Yibixi is the best example. By the way, he seems to have walked more than one lap.

So their behavior is all understandable, and I didn't intend to have any communication with these stupid mortals.

I turned slightly sideways to the open window, and the delicate wind blew in with a little smell of grass, and the sunlight slanted on the corner of the table in my hand.

The bright light outlines the scene outside the window, the distant mountains are looming, a little outline is shown in the lines, and the overlapping forests are connected into one piece, swaying.

I stretched out my hand subconsciously, and my fingers touched the sunlight falling on the corner of the table, and a slight warmth spread from my fingertips.

I looked down at my hands, the sun clearly drew a dividing line on the wooden table, my hand crossed that clear line, but the shadows that blocked it also broke through the blockade, wantonly encroaching on the bright place .The large shadow area is much larger than the fingers I stick out.

I suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when I was a child, I also played the game of hand shadow.

It's a pity that I can only be a flying bird, a peacock with its tail open, and a barking puppy.

Because the person who taught me is no longer here...

Damn it!How did I come back to the memories that had gone to the dumping ground.

Is it because people like to remember when they are old, or is it because I have been too free recently?

After all, you can't leave Uchiha's old house, and you can't practice.Reading books and newspapers is too tiring for me, and I don't want to struggle to separate the messy and scattered lines to see those blurred strokes.

Even if you want to eat a rice ball, you have to be lectured by a person who is afraid of trouble.

I angrily withdrew my fingers, the fingertips seemed to still have a little warmth from the sun, and it seemed a bit out of place in my palm.

"Sasuke, what are you thinking?"

At some point, Shikamaru had already put down the newspaper, and the newspaper that had been trampled countless times lay limply on the table.

He looked at me, like an inadvertent exclamation, but also like he was really asking.

I shook my head slightly and didn't speak.

I've long since discovered that shaking the head has a lot of meaning.It can be negative or refusal, and it is more likely to say "don't know".It all depends on how the parties want to understand it.

I don't know how Shikamaru understood it, he stared at me for a while, then sighed suddenly, and muttered while lying on the table: "It's really troublesome... Anyway, it's very troublesome..."

"Hey, let me tell you that you should stop." Shikamaru's expression became serious, he stared straight at me, and said every word.

Close hand?

I frowned slightly, not quite understanding what Shikamaru meant.

"No matter what you want to do, it's too late." Shikamaru patted his forehead with a headache, and sighed, "Your character of going all the way to the dark is really... You are not a child anymore, don't do such childish things .”

"Hey..." Who is a child!

This is the second time this guy has said this to me today. Even if he becomes my guard, he can't be like an old woman nagging and preaching to me, right?

It's a pity that Shikamaru didn't give me a chance to refute at all, cut off my words, and hit the core with a ball.

"Uchiha Itachi is back well too, isn't he?"

I was stunned for a while, and cast illusions around me, confusing the senses of Anbu.

In my inconceivable stupefaction, Shikamaru seemed to think that he didn't say enough, and further added his own words: "You did this for Uchiha Itachi, right?"

"I really don't know when you guys started planning these..." Shikamaru muttered in a low voice before continuing to say to me, "Now Uchiha Itachi is back. If you want to revive the Uchiha clan, Then do it well."

"But what's your attitude now?" Shikamaru looked at me with a frown, and there was a bit of gnashing of teeth in his voice, "Even if you did something like that...but it's important for you to restore your relationship with Konoha. It's not impossible, is it?"

Shikamaru……

It is said that it will be more terrifying when an honest person explodes.

I was speechless, and couldn't find an appropriate excuse for a while.

"Why does it continue to develop like this?" Shikamaru asked, "Is it okay to be treated as a prisoner without freedom and dignity?"

Ah, really.

How can I answer this question?Although it seems that I really don't care too much, but if I say this, Shikamaru will probably be tied to a big stone and sink into the river?

But actually, even if I didn't reply, Shikamaru went on to say: "If you don't care, please respect other people's hard work."

"Someone is constantly fighting for the treatment you have suffered. You should be able to experience the hardships of others occasionally, right?"

What's the matter with this rebellious boy who doesn't understand his parents' tone of painstaking efforts?

I secretly twitched the corner of my mouth.

After a pause, the sunlight shifted quietly, spreading from the corner of the table to half of the tabletop.

Shikamaru asked softly, "Aren't you going to say something?"

say what?I thought for a while before finding the right word.

Don't be nosy, I don't need you to fight for me. Instead of worrying about me, it's better to worry about the five major countries that are in danger.

But before I could speak, Shikamaru simply waved his hand and said, "Forget it... listening to you will definitely make me angrier."

I choked.

Shikamaru stood up abruptly, propped his hands across the table, leaned towards me, and said in a low voice: "Then I only ask one question, what Kakashi-sensei mentioned makes me a little concerned..."

"Is today's wooden fish rice ball sweet or salty?"

Hey?and many more!

Muyu rice balls are sweet and salty... so they are waiting for me here!

It seemed that some powerful force suddenly expanded rapidly in the distant sky. I quickly raised my head and carefully analyzed the chakras that suddenly accelerated in the air, and those powerful chakras slowly gathered together.

The gate of the underworld was opened, and some dead souls were forcibly pulled out by something connected to them, as if they were originally living in the water, but one day they were suddenly fished ashore and came to this world.Things that shouldn't exist have a temporary body in this world, and the originally free soul is imprisoned in a small body.

Dirty rebirth.

However, it is not a real resurrection, but a temporary external body for the dead soul.

Countless silk threads intertwine in mid-air, and many of the reincarnated products of those filthy soil split into countless silk threads, linking together with people and things in this world.

That is the fate line of a person, and it also represents a person's relationship and identity.Everyone in this world is inextricably linked, just like a big web made by spiders, so it is normal for fate lines to become entangled in a mess.

Is it the handwriting of the bag?

He actually reincarnated so many people out of filth?How on earth did he collect it? Could it be that Dou is still a hidden collector?

No wonder he and Orochimaru get along so well.

I may have a little understanding of the capital of the transaction between Dou and Uchiha Madara.

These filthy reincarnation army composed of the dead can definitely deal a fatal blow to the people who are still alive.The companion is dead, but he is alive.I am already old, but the companions who appear in front of me are always stuck in the past time.

Moreover, people reincarnated from dirty soil are not afraid of injury, tireless, and have almost unlimited chakra.

Shikamaru couldn't detect the chakra floating in the air, but he could understand my expression, he froze for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong, Sasuke."

Anyway, it's nice not to have to mess with bonito onigiri....

I raised the corner of my mouth, tilted my head to "look" at Anbu who was hiding in the corner, and raised my voice: "Hey, come out, I want to release my seal."

"It's better to seriously consider my request, or I won't be responsible if I regret it.