[Hokage] One tit for another

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

The three shurikens are deeply nailed into the wooden stake, and they are connected in a straight row, forming a nine palace diagram with the same two rows above.

"Very beautiful, full marks." Teacher Huangcun clapped his hands in satisfaction, while drawing a few strokes on the report sheet.

The students were not surprised by this, and some people secretly looked at me in amazement.

Everyone seems to think that God is fair and gave me an idiot brain, so he compensates me with my talent in physical arts.

What is there to envy?

What were they doing when I swung the knife [-] times with my left and right hands?

I silently withdrew my posture, put my hands in my pockets and walked aside.

A teacher who came to help temporarily couldn't help but click his tongue, and quietly asked Huangcun: "Is this the child of the Uchiha family? Has he already reached the level of ninja?"

Without waiting for Huangcun to answer, he had already confirmed the answer, pondered for a while and said: "As expected of Itachi's younger brother, his movements are exactly the same as Itachi's."

Hearing this, I froze.

is not that right?I was taught by Itachi. All the basics start from imitating Itachi’s every move. Even now, whenever I go to a place, my first reaction is to observe the surrounding environment, wind speed, sunlight, shadow, as Itachi said. blind spot.I picked up Kunai, and subconsciously gestured, grasping and exerting force according to the technique Itachi taught.

These movements don't even need to be thought about, they are already deeply embedded in my body and come out naturally.

weasel...

I casually leaned against the railing, looking at the sky.

It was almost dusk, and the sky was glowing with orange red, as if the distant ridges were dyed dark.Yunjuanyunshu, each flower is half red and half white, like a fine flower outlined on a brocade.

Itachi is still on a mission, but no one knows what his mission is.It has been more than a month since he went home last time, and the atmosphere at home is getting more and more depressing. Just walking in the settlement of the Uchiha clan, you can feel the murderous intent of the clan.

Moreover, it seems that part of Anbu who went out to perform tasks has been transferred back. It can be said that most of Konoha's strength has returned to the village.

——Everyone can't bear it anymore.

Just don't know the exact date.

As time approached my eighth birthday, I became more and more uneasy, because I vaguely remembered that the genocide happened in these few days.Every day seems to be parting. When I go out to see my parents, I know that every time I meet may be the last time.

It has been many days since I distributed the bento to Naruto. Fortunately, that guy is used to being careless and never cared. My mother’s bento is still very full. It's going to be eaten - I don't know if I can eat it again tomorrow.

What does it feel like to die?

Every day gets slower and faster.

Because I want to remember every minute and every second every day, and even start to pay attention to things that I have never noticed before. I feel happy just watching the seconds pass by slowly, because nothing has happened at this moment.

But when the day is over, I am shocked that the day has passed so quickly, no matter how I keep it, time will not stop at all.

Itachi has been avoiding me recently, probably because he is afraid that I will notice something.

It's a pity that he doesn't know, I should be the first to know the ending.

——I am the one who is really indifferent. I have been watching with cold eyes, watching everyone die, watching Itachi sinking into the quagmire step by step.

It's finally going to happen.

I can't do anything with my own strength. Even if I become Konoha's genius elite early, even if I become someone more powerful than Shisui and Itachi, what can I do if I am caught between the village and the Uchiha clan?Is it to stop the clan's rebellion, or to change the village's mind?

Moreover, at that time, I will be the object of suspicion on both sides.

What's more, among them, it is Uchiha Madara who is fueling the flames, no, it is Obito.Damn it, I can't even remember who it is, anyway, the man with the circle in the mask, I can't surpass him in just a few years.

But... after all, I am still a bit unwilling.

Really, only a little bit.

"Sasuke, Sasuke, let's go eat ramen together."

After school, Naruto jumped up excitedly and said loudly while turning around me.

"Let me tell you, Sasuke, did you see it just now? I shot them all, really, all of them! I shot them all. Okay! This time I will definitely not be the tail of the crane!" Naruto danced with his arms and legs As he said that, he was beaming, as if he was so happy to be the first in the class, but in fact, he only saw the hope of being the second-to-last in the class...just hope.

An eagle's cry came from the distant sky.

I turned around suddenly, and of course I didn't see anything, everything was as usual.

The students came out of the school gate in a bustling manner, or gathered together in twos and threes to play together, or followed the waiting parents home, they held hands and loudly talked about interesting things that happened in the school.

The sky is getting darker, and the deep glow spreads in the sky. I don't know if it is cloudy today, and the time is really too late. I just feel that the dark red sunset glow in the sky is as silent as death, condensed into blood clots.

"Sasuke? Sasuke?"

Maybe it's just my nervousness, but I still couldn't suppress the anxiety in my heart, stretched out my hand and pushed Naruto away, and said with some disappointment: "Sorry, Naruto, I have to go home early today."

"Obviously it's all agreed..." Naruto let out a cry of disappointment, and for a moment even his radiant golden hair seemed to be drooping, but he quickly cheered up and said triumphantly, "Ha! I know Now, your elder brother must be back, isn't he?"

...Is Itachi back?

I don't know if I should expect Itachi to come back, after all, there is only one thing he can do when he comes back this time.

I answered vaguely.

After a few perfunctory words to Naruto, I quickly left the school.

The Uchiha tribe is in a very remote place, and they have to walk a long way every time they go home.

A long time ago, Itachi always liked to carry me on his back. Later, under my strong protest, Itachi had no choice but to back down and take my hand to go home instead. Occasionally, he would put me on his shoulder when he seized the opportunity Carry.

I have never felt that the way home is very long, but this time, I feel that this road is particularly secluded.

The closer to Uchiha's residence, the stronger the ominous feeling in my heart.

Could it be today?

I frowned, quickened my pace and ran towards the clan.

The dusk has faded unconsciously, the night is getting darker, and the coolness of late summer is gradually rising along with the streets that have lost their temperature.

The wind picked up, and the crowded dark clouds quietly moved away, revealing a cold white full moon.

The night is dark, with no stars, only the round moon hanging high in the sky, as clear as water, but also indifferent and aloof.

I stopped abruptly.

Because there was a trace of blood in the wind.

...as if, really, it happened.

I rushed into the tribe's residence, and sure enough, the street was soaked in blood, and the surroundings were dead silent.

The lanterns under the eaves on the street were still on, but half of them were stained with blood, and the same was true for the paper windows upstairs. Viscous dark liquid slowly flowed from the windows, gathered under the window sills, and dripped down.

The deeper you go, the more corpses there are. Kunai and shurikens are scattered all over the ground, or stuck on the gateposts by the street.The long knife pierced through the back of the clansman and stood up high, like a bloody banner. The almost coagulated blood flowed all the way along the snow-white blade, painting it with thick paint.

Heads tumbled to the street, empty eyes wide open, either to the sky or to the ground.

Sewage clings to the stray hair, covering half of their faces.

I recognized a head that had been raised high in front of me not long ago, and was uttering harsh and contemptuous words.

And the woman lying on the side of the street with her body split in two and her intestines leaking out is Aunt Huizi who handed me the delicious sesame seed cakes yesterday.

No matter who they were, those who used to be kind to me, or who used to disdain me, all fell here and turned into cold and smelly corpses.The bloody smell that hit my nose gave me a headache, and my eyes hurt again, as if a fire was burning my eyeballs.

I raised my hand and pressed my eyes, and the cold fingers on the eyes relieved the pain a little.

A black shadow passed over the eaves beside me without a sound, not even a breath of wind.

I put my hands down, but didn't turn my head to look.

That was not Itachi, the strange circle mask in the faded world flashed past, and then the surrounding space twisted, and the man disappeared in the cracked hole.

That person, even though it was just a quick glance, I can still see that he is the person I saw that night in Nine Tails, and he is stronger than that time, his body is filled with two kinds of strange powers, barely maintaining his balance.

I kept my eyes like this, and walked step by step to the old house where our family lived.

This time, instead of paying attention to the dazzling colors of the blood on the street, and no longer looking at the expressions on the faces of the dead, a lot of data flooded into my mind.

Skull fractures, neck fractures, heart ruptures, rib fractures piercing the lungs, physical suffocation, sudden cardiac death, excessive blood loss, extensive burns, intracranial hemorrhage caused by blunt force blows, tracheal rupture... all kinds of death methods are imprinted My eyes, the weariness of the shuriken that fell at my feet, the shape and consistency of the blood splashed on the stone flashed, and I quickly came to a conclusion.

For example, that person was killed by someone jumping from a high altitude and trampled on his neck, and that person was hit by a huge air current and hit the wall to death. There are still several people whose bodies were broken into pieces, which were traces caused by wielding a Taidao .

There are also some people with hideous faces and their hearts stop beating, but no external injuries can be found. They are obviously suffering from illusions and died in pain.

There are a total of traces of two people's hands, one of which I am very familiar with is Itachi.

And the other one, judging from the data obtained from a quick glance just now, is exactly what the masked man left behind.Judging from the broken pieces of the corpse, the man was not only killing, but also venting the hatred in his heart.

Finally at the door of the house, I went around to the back of the house, walked through the veranda I was familiar with, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

The situation in the room was just as I thought it would be. Two of the three fell to the ground, and the blood snaked across the floor until it reached the door, which was under my feet.

father, mother...

The pain in the eyes became more severe, as if a red-hot nail had been pierced into my eyes, all the way to the fundus.

My eyes were black with pain, and I could hardly keep my eyes open.

But I managed to keep my eyes wide open, looking at the dead bodies of my parents on the floor.

One kill.

They walked very peacefully.

Killed by their sons, why are they still smiling?Why is there no trace of resistance, why is it so dignified, even the clothes are neat, it doesn't look like death, but like going to a feast.

——Is it because they died at the hands of their proud sons?

After all, they understood Itachi, even if they paid their own lives for it.

Perhaps they also saw the world in Itachi's eyes, and believed in the bright future that Itachi worked hard to construct.

Why can they be so calm?

Why... have such courage?

Just because, are they parents?

I took a step forward and stepped into the pool of blood, the sticky blood soaked the soles of my feet.

The blood is cold.

But I felt that the blood seemed to be boiling, hot, tormenting me repeatedly, sizzling.

I look up.

There was another person in the room, hiding in the darkness, wearing Anbu's uniform, and carrying a sword that had just killed someone on his back.