[Hokage] One tit for another

The pattering rain fell from the sky, and the horizon seemed to be covered with a layer of blurred light.

When I woke up again, I was still lying in the mud with half of my head sunk in the ground, and no one came to dig me out.I was drenched and shivering from the cold, and I didn't know when the rain started.

A large area of ​​scalded skin on his body was soaked with water, and there were bursts of tingling pain.

Is it almost dawn?

I looked at the sky for a while, and slowly got up. My body felt like it was falling apart. There were large and small wounds all over the skin, like dry and cracked land. Water is still the fluid of blood.

The clothes on my upper body were hanging on my body like rags, and some of them stuck to my skin, causing severe pain when I pulled them. There was also a lot of blood on my head, and the coagulated blood clots stuck to my eyelashes. The blood was wiped off, then the shirt was torn apart and thrown on the ground, not wanting to care about the skin that was torn together.

Men, running naked in the rain can be regarded as flirtatious.

Thanks to me for wearing it in the comics, according to the law of not being broken in the comics, I didn't run away completely naked because of being burned, at least my pants were still miraculously preserved.Of course, the pants are the second most important thing, and the most important thing is the hair. I touched it, but the hairstyle is a little loose. —Apparently, being hit by Howe's fireball didn't make me bald.

The surrounding ground was potholed, with scorched marks everywhere, and shurikens and kunai were scattered all over the place.

I didn't use Sharingan, and my still unrecovered eyes can't see clearly.

I stared aimlessly at the dark Kunai and Shuriken for a while, thinking whether someone would pick them up and recycle them.

I don't know where the Taidao was hit, I only know a general direction, so I limped, bent down with difficulty, and stumbling in that direction.

My left shoulder was so painful that I lost all feeling and was as stiff as a rock. I could only use my right hand to rummage in the grass.There were still drops of water on the blades of grass, and when I touched them, they fell to the ground dripping.

A rustling sound came from the woods, I turned around and saw a small black shadow appearing beside the woods.

"Looks like it's been a fierce battle. Huh? That's... Sasuke?!"

I squinted my eyes at the clump, trying to make out the blurry outline. Is this Parker?Kakashi's Ninja Dog?

When will it be dawn!The setting of becoming blind as soon as it gets dark is really unbearable.

"Sasuke!" Naruto's surprised and anxious voice sounded, he jumped off the tree suddenly, as if some kind of large dog came towards me wagging its tail.

"Stop." As soon as I said it, I found that my voice was very hoarse.Seeing that Naruto was about to pounce on me, I staggered and took a step back to stop him. I don't want to bear his pounce now.

"Sasuke! What's the matter with you? You're seriously injured!" Naruto just glanced at me, and couldn't help but screamed, his face full of panic and worry, he didn't know what to do, "Ahhhhhhhh ~Bandage bandage! You're bleeding Sasuke!"

No, it should all be rain.

"Sasuke!" Kakashi landed beside me, and immediately frowned when he found that I was injured, "What are you doing?"

"My knife, I don't know where it fell." I said hoarsely, my throat seemed to be sore that it was about to split.

"What knife are you looking for? You need treatment now, Sasuke Sasuke, let's go back quickly." Naruto wanted to touch me, but he didn't dare. Just as he held my hand, he was afraid of touching my wound and immediately retracted. For a moment I didn't know where to put my hands.

Kakashi looked at me for a while, then tapped his forehead helplessly and with a headache: "Well, forget it, let's go back first."

"My knife..."

"Is this it?" Parker came out of the grass with a knife in his mouth, and said inarticulately, "Really, don't be self-willed, brat."

Fortunately, I got it back.

I reached out to take the Taidao, and the familiar lines on the sword reflected a stream of light in the darkness, and I couldn't help smiling: "Thank you."

"Can you still go?" Kakashi walked up to me and asked me.

I raised my hand and pressed my ribs, and the skin was already swollen. Although I really wanted to say that I could do it, I was afraid I couldn’t move anymore. Even every time I took a breath, I felt severe pain, so I had to shake my head: "No, a broken rib."

"You can't move your left hand, either." Jiraiya appeared behind me at some point and said.

Really sharp, worthy of being one of the Sannin.

I can only nod.

"Really, it's all like this, why don't you go back quickly, why are you still looking for a knife here!" Ji Laiya folded his arms and sighed.

"...Actually, I just woke up." I said.They don't think I've been looking for a knife in the rain, do they?The battle was over in the middle of the night, and if I could go back, I would have gone back a long time ago.

Damn it!Forcing me to go back to the village in this state, not to mention that I have been in a coma until now being found by Naruto, even if I woke up long ago, I can't run very far.Now that it has been found, the rebellious village will not be established.

Regardless of whether I took the initiative to escape with Itachi before, I can only be the victim of the S-rank rebellion, and those inexplicable actions before are probably written off.

And I can only stay in Konoha honestly until my injury recovers.

Is this what Itachi thinks?

"Well, the strike is really ruthless." Zilai also whispered.

I was silent.

I can't remember clearly what happened after that, my head was dizzy, probably because the ferret stepped on it too much and entered the soil and rainwater.I was seriously injured, and I only vaguely remember Naruto whispering something in my ear, seeming very worried and crying.When I regained consciousness, I was already bandaged and lying in Konoha's hospital.

My left arm was almost useless, and when I woke up, I still couldn't use any strength, and the slightest movement was painful.Those jounin who knew the inside story all looked at me with sympathy. After all, in their opinion, Itachi really wanted to abolish me.

I was lying on the hospital bed, looking up at the off-white ceiling, not wanting to move.

I was in a bad mood, but even I didn't know what the evil fire in my heart was for.

It was a terrible headache, and it was wrapped in layers and layers of bandages, which made my head look big like an Arab.It is said that I was basically in a state of bleeding, and everyone was worried about whether I would have any sequelae after waking up.

Especially not long after I woke up, I saw a medical ninja sitting next to my bed with a medical record, and then spread out colorful albums for me.The giraffe and the little white rabbit in the small grid above gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity. After the ninja left, I suddenly remembered that it was the one who diagnosed me with a worse brain after the genocide?If I had recognized him earlier, I would have swung him into the wall in the shape of a giraffe.

Naruto has been lying in front of my bed and walking around me. To be honest, he can’t help at all. He knocked over the cup clumsily when he wanted to feed me water. In the end, he asked the young nurse to help me change a new quilt .

Naruto, who realized that he had made a mess, was very frustrated, and sat on the chair beside the bed sullenly, with his head downcast, even his radiant blond hair seemed to have dimmed a lot.

In fact, it didn't take long for Naruto to be unable to sit still, and kept moving around on the chair, looking uncomfortable.I didn't want to talk, just lying on the bed in a daze, Naruto said something to me several times with great interest, but ended up embarrassingly interrupted because of my extreme lack of cooperation.But maybe in his nervous mind, the word "embarrassment" doesn't exist. I don't understand why he stubbornly stays in the ward even if he has nothing to do with me. I don't want to go out to practice or eat ramen.

In the end, Jiraiya took Naruto away, and without knowing what they muttered, Naruto changed his mind and willingly followed him to practice.

After Naruto left, the person sitting next to me became Kakashi.

In fact, Sakura came to see me every day, and sometimes she and Ino brought flowers together. The two of them were noisy before entering the door, but when they entered the ward, they were so shy that they hesitated to speak for a long time.Sakura also wanted to stay and take care of her, but was sent away by Kakashi on the grounds that she wanted to practice hard.

Shikamaru and the others came to visit one after another, but I couldn't bring up the nature of the conversation at all, and only occasionally responded twice, as if the ceiling suddenly became more intimate in my eyes, facing the white wall was better than facing them .

Only when Teacher A Kai and Xiao Li came, I managed to cheer up. After all, facing such a lovely and respectable person, facing their passion and youth, it is difficult to be treated indifferently. I don't want to pour cold water on them.Before Teacher Akai left, he really gave me a green jumpsuit as agreed.

"Sasuke! Let's sweat around Konoha together after you recover. Don't forget your youth!" Teacher Akai gave me a thumbs up, his teeth flashed white, and then left with Xiao Li.

"Sasuke, do you want to play chess?"

When Shikamaru came to visit me again, after sitting quietly for a long time, he finally pulled out a chess set as if by magic.

They have been singing a one-man show for several days, and I have ignored it, but this time Shikamaru obviously came prepared.

Before I agreed, Shikamaru just laid out the chessboard in front of me, and started playing against myself.He is always like this, and occasionally asks me to play chess with him, but I never bother him, he just plays chess by himself, spending the afternoon quietly.

It's just that he always likes to play shogi, but this time he brought a set of go.Compared with shogi, the changes of Go are more complicated. Shikamaru played very seriously, one black and one white alternately landed on the board.

After an unknown amount of time, the setting sun had already slanted into the room, smearing blood on the white sheets of the hospital.

I leaned against the head of the bed, still not saying a word.

Only half of a game is played, and Shikamaru deliberately uses two different styles of chess.The black chess has already started, as if it is in charge of the overall situation, while the white chess is more flexible, moving and reversing, with various changes implied everywhere.

Even if it is deliberately divided into two types, it is still a chess game played by one person. Whether it is a black piece or a white piece, there is a faint peace of moistening things.Entering the middle market, the black and white sides converge, and the situation becomes anxious.Shikamaru was already falling slowly, and it was even slower this way. He was stuck in one place thinking hard, and didn't move for a long time.

Black and white are testing each other, entangled in the center.

I've never played chess with Shikamaru, and I don't know what this guy thinks.

Shikamaru thought for a long time before slowly dropping a chess piece and continuing to explore.

This is indeed Shikamaru's style, not to mention that he is against himself, the black and white sides are tightly stuck together, the situation is almost frozen, and neither side can use it.

"How on earth did you provoke Neiji Hyuga? He is one level above us, right?" Shikamaru chatted with me occasionally.

Thinking of Ning Ci, this guy actually came to see me. He came alone, stood in the ward and said some strange words, as if mocking me for being too weak. Seeing that I didn't respond, he disliked me lying on the hospital bed Looking sick.It seems that every word is provocative, and it has to pull me up to fight.

If before, I still had the mood to bully him, but now I really don't have the energy.The white-eyed boy was obviously not thick-skinned enough, he sang for a while and no one answered, so he left angrily, just in time to bump into Shikamaru when he went out.

Shikamaru picked up another white stone.

I sighed, snatched the poor white piece from his hand, and slammed it on a certain point on the chessboard.