[Hokage] One tit for another

When I woke up the next day, the person sitting by the bed was Kakashi.

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, and just stared at the green clothes folded on the bedside. I was in a daze for a long time. I felt that my eyes were dyed green, so I moved my eyes away, sat up slowly, and opened the door. Quilt out of bed.

"Sasuke, what are you going to do?" Kakashi has been sitting by the bed looking at his boring little porn book, seeing my movements, he asked quickly.

"Go to the bathroom." I glanced at him.Kakashi smiled mischievously.

It is really inconvenient to go to the toilet with one hand, but Ninja's corrective hands keep me from being too embarrassing.When I returned to the ward after solving my personal problems, Kakashi looked at me nonchalantly.

What are you looking at?Do you think I'm going to pee in my pants? !Hmph, I would never do such a thing, only old men would wet their trousers.

I lay back again, leaning against the head of the bed, this time in a different direction, staring at the flowers sent by Sakura and Ino in a daze. gorgeous texture.

The ward was very quiet, Kakashi finally closed the book in his hand, looked at me, for a long while, tapped his forehead with a headache, and sighed: "Sasuke, I told you. Don't be too brave. Maybe it can help you."

As I said, what can you help me with?Kill Konoha or Kill Itachi?Or destroy the big boss behind the scenes to make the world peaceful?

I did not speak.

Kakashi looked at me in distress, and seemed to want to say something, but finally swallowed it back.

"Sasuke, I can guess what you're thinking, but anyway, don't do that." Finally Kakashi said, he looked at me seriously, not as lazy and joking as usual, "Once something is done There is no going back."

With Kakashi's ability, of course, some clues can be seen.I am not surprised.

I didn't answer, but Kakashi was still looking at me, didn't give up, seemed to want my assurance, or tried to make me realize the seriousness of the matter.

I sighed, my voice was hoarse, and I asked him, "Mr. Kakashi, do you know that the bookstore I frequent on the corner is mine?"

Kakashi opened his eyes wide in surprise, not understanding why I suddenly said this.

Before he could answer, I continued: "My father bought it secretly, and it was originally a gift for me as an adult."

However, for various reasons, this gift of adulthood fell into my hands early.

Kakashi was taken aback, as if he understood what I was going to say.

"Because my father has been worrying about my problems, so he bought the store, thinking that I will not be able to get along in the clan in the future, and I will have a way to make a living." I was talking, and I wanted to laugh. When he knew his father's thoughts, he couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't expect that this old man was quite tired, and it was not his style at all to find a way out for his idiot young son early on.

But maybe, this is the parents?

Always worrying about the children, it seems like a mother-in-law.

"And my mother, when I was a child, at first when I went out alone, she always followed me secretly, until I found Itachi, or managed to go to the corner to buy croquettes, she pretended to be at home waiting for me to return, and then Praise me in surprise, one thing can be praised for two or three days."

That's really from boasting before eating to after eating, and saying it again before going to bed.But that's it, the always strict patriarch didn't say anything, but listened silently.

Maybe it's their attitude, looking forward to seeing me do a small thing well, so I can't help but cooperate with them to prove that I'm not stupid.

"The croquettes at the corner house are delicious, and that's the only one in the clan who doesn't laugh at me. Aunt Keiko would give me an extra croquette every time, and she even scolded those children."

But they are all dead.Whether it's my parents, Auntie Keiko who treats me well, or even those little kids who laugh at me as an idiot.

I stopped and raised my eyes to look at Kakashi, Kakashi was silent, his eyes were complicated, he knew what I meant, but it was just like this, I understood better that some things must be done.

It was the ferret that killed them.

I think Kakashi should feel my determination.This should be something that the upper echelons of Konoha know—I, Uchiha Sasuke, an avenger, isn’t all I pursue is to kill Uchiha Itachi?

What do they understand?

They only know that I hate Itachi, that I practiced crazily, longed for strength, and walked alone, all because of the pain of genocide.Because Itachi killed my relatives and ruined everything about me, so I hate him, and I want to avenge my parents.

But do they know?

Mom and Dad forgave Itachi, they didn't hate their son at all, even before they died, they regarded Itachi as the greatest pride in their life.

Mom and Dad entrusted Itachi to me, how dare I hurt a hair of Itachi?

As for the hatred of extermination of the clan, those inexplicable clansmen bundled together are not as good as Itachi's.

Inexplicable, maybe I was too tired, too tired to even close my mouth, so I continued talking.

"At first, I couldn't speak, and I didn't want to. I couldn't understand what you were saying, and I didn't want to understand. Even if I opened my mouth occasionally, the accent I made was very strange."

I saw a flash of realization on Kakashi's face, this is indeed the origin of those idiotic rumors.

"Everyone thinks I'm demented, but Itachi never gave up."

"Itachi is a very nagging and stubborn person." I looked at Kakashi, his voice was very soft, as if blown by the wind, it would immediately dissipate, "Every word he said to me will be repeated countless times , until I can understand and retell it correctly. Literacy is also the same, he reads to me word by word, and teaches me how to understand each sentence. It can be said that Itachi taught me how to speak. "

What a nuisance to have someone babbling in your ear and stubbornly doing ridiculous things.You didn't want to talk to him, but you were forced to admit his existence in the end, and you had to go along with his wishes.

——I am obviously not a person who cares about others, and Itachi is not a talkative person either.Our stay together is meant to torture each other, and we can't help but give in and give in again, making changes that don't feel like ourselves.

"My ninjutsu, shuriken technique, and sword technique all come from him. He taught me every movement and told me every skill he knew."

"You know Itachi, right?" I curled my lips, and Kakashi's expression was very sad, as if the freesia by the window had been torn apart and hidden in his eyes.I didn't need Kakashi's answer at all, so I asked abruptly, "It's very similar, isn't it?"

"I look like a Itachi, don't I?"

"Especially when I'm fighting. Whether it's drawing the sword, swinging the sword, or the posture of holding Kunai, even the rhythm of breathing, the pace of dodging, the point of sight...all are exactly the same as Itachi."

I couldn't speak anymore, it seemed that these flimsy words had a terrible weight, and they were getting heavier and heavier, making it hard for me to breathe.

"Because I imitated that guy to become a ninja."

A teacher once said that when he saw me using kunai, it was like seeing a second Itachi.

I'm not surprised.

That fellow Itachi is arrogant and stubborn, and never changes what he believes in.

He was always telling me about blind spots and errors of vision in combat, though I was never interested.

He's always babbling to me about the refraction of the sun and the shifting of the shadows during the battle, although I never pretend to hear it.

He always came over to explain to me the calculation formulas and techniques in the homework, even though these elementary school knowledge is an insult to my IQ.

He always tells me some interesting stories outside the village, even though I don't bother to listen to his mission history.

How annoying he is, trying to squeeze himself into my life, pretending to be nice to me, so clumsy, so attentive, and so mother-in-law.

But some things, once done, are done, how could it not leave a trace?

Every time I fight, every time I practice, I will subconsciously perform the movements that Itachi often does, subconsciously observe the changes of light and shadow, subconsciously look for the blind spots of the opponent, and subconsciously use Itachi to sum up the most labor-saving and flexible grip. method.

When I hear a place name by chance, I will subconsciously think: Oh, Itachi said there is a delicious oden, and he will take me to eat it in the future.Oh, it turned out to be that place, where the characteristic little porcelain figures are placed on my windowsill.Oh, I remember that place, although Itachi didn't tell me the name of the place, but I guessed it, he was injured in that mission.

Ferret, ferret, ferret, ferret, ferret...

There are ferrets everywhere, traces left by ferrets everywhere, like a weasel putting his fart everywhere, letting his smell permeate the whole space.

There is no way, whoever asks him to use that method that I hate, so that my life will be completely occupied by him without knowing it.

He is the first person I get close to, familiar with, and understand in this world, and he is also the first ninja I get close to, familiar with, and understand.My entire understanding of ninjas, and even the world, comes from him.

——When I looked at him, I saw the world he was in.

How can it be erased?

I even learned to speak after imitating Itachi. Every word and sentence I said was standard "Itachi-style Japanese".Every move I make, every ninjutsu I use, is also "Itachi-style fighting".

How could I forget everything about the past, how could I not care about it?

That bastard Itachi... lives on me!

How can I use "Itachi-style Japanese" and "Itachi-style fighting" to hurt him?

"Itachi Uchiha..." I struggled to say Itachi's name, and then laughed weakly, "He told me the meaning of ninja, the glory of the Uchiha clan, and my family..." How important and precious things.

I didn't say the last sentence, I laughed harder and harder inexplicably, like a lunatic.

But he ruined it all!

I don't want to care about how much helplessness there is behind this, and I don't want to know how much pain Uchiha Itachi has endured. Anyway, he killed my parents.

I hate him, but I dare not let my Kunai draw even a single wound on his face!

He already had two such long death lines on his face, so what if he left a few more? !

Why should I worry about his eyes, how much he has suffered outside, how many injuries he has suffered?Am I his mother?

I cover my eyes.

Actually I hate myself too, I do a lot of things wrong, don't I?I'm a coward who only regrets after losing it! ——We were all wrong, which is why we have created such an irreparable situation.

"Sasuke, Sasuke!" Kakashi grabbed my hand, he grabbed my wrist with great strength, and forcefully pulled my hand away from my eyes.

"Sasuke, wake up!" Kakashi half-pressed on me at some point, holding my wrist tightly so that I wouldn't cover my face and laugh like a psycho.

He was rarely so serious, and he rarely spoke to me so loudly. His eyes showed seriousness and complexity.

Without the cover of my hand, my expression was completely exposed in front of Kakashi's eyes.I guess my expression must be very distorted, otherwise how could he show such an expression.

"Sasuke." Kakashi looked down at me.

I raised my eyes subconsciously, and then realized something in an instant—the eyes turned into black and white at some point.

I accidentally revealed Sharingan!

I hastily looked away and retracted Sharingan.

It was only for a brief moment, but Kakashi seemed to see it. His breath stopped, and his hand tightened around me, and my wrist bones creaked in protest.

I don't know what Kakashi originally planned to say to me, but now he is obviously unable to speak, as if all the words have been choked in his throat, he takes a deep breath, with some kind of depression and restraint.

I suddenly remembered that Kakashi also had a Sharingan, and it was an eye with a painful past. Although I don't know what it is, it must be related to the damn Uchiha clan.After all, Kakashi sometimes pays a little extra attention to me, the Uchiha orphan.

How is Kakashi feeling?

Forget it, don't mind my business.

I slammed Kakashi's hand away, looked at Kakashi's stunned expression, and said, "You should go."

Kakashi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his eyes fell on my hand, but he stopped suddenly.He was silent for a while, as if he suddenly lost his strength, and whispered: "Take a good rest... No matter what, I am your teacher."

After speaking, he helped his forehead, and left in an instant.

Silence was restored in the ward, the windows were open, the breeze was blowing in, and the curtains fluttered with the wind.

I sat alone in the empty ward, looking down at my wrist, where Kakashi pinched a ring of bruises.

In fact, Kakashi had a premonition. It was obvious that I followed Kisame away.Compared with Kakashi, I believe Jiraiya is more dangerous, but he is probably busy teaching Naruto and has no time for me.

As the last person of the Uchiha clan left in Konoha, I am very important, but not that important.

I lay back on the hospital bed, and the color in front of my eyes restored at this moment.Warm sunlight poured in, and outside the window, the sky was as clear as blue.