[Naruto] Warrior of Love Uchiha

When Sasuke finally came to the abandoned stronghold of the Uchiha clan, I was sitting in the distance without being noticed, and I could observe a big tree near the stronghold, annoyed by being harassed.

Just like a parasitic plant, half of its body hides in the trunk, and half of its body is exposed outside. The two ostentatious leaves blend with the green leaves of the big tree. At first glance, it seems that an aloe grows on the trunk.

Every time the white one asks me a question, the black one will definitely follow up with another question.I was so annoyed, I wanted to turn my head and pretend not to see it, but I never knew where the perseverance came from, no matter what direction I turned my face, he would come out of the tree trunk, I insisted on asking An answer is out of reach.

Bai Jue asked me: "Do you think it's better to be in Konoha, or to be free now?"

The black Jue immediately asked me: "Why didn't you defect with the other Sasuke-kun back then?"

I ignored him, their two voices were superimposed, and it became an extremely noisy buzzing sound in my ears.The humming sound also had high and low fluctuations. I couldn't understand what they were talking about without looking at the lips. Just listening to this sound made me feel even more disturbed.

"Speaking of which, what do you think of the Akatsuki organization? Since they are all rebels, it will be easier to act if you join us." The white one continued to ask, and the black one added without hesitation: "Then you now Why did you defect?"

I tightened my face tightly and didn't show any expression. The whole face expressed my dislike for this person in all directions: "Does it have anything to do with you whether I defect or not, let alone I haven't defected yet? I came out to relax."

"Scatter—heart—?"

Bai Jue made an exaggerated mouth shape, which seemed to drag out his voice for a long time.There was a subtle expression of doubt and wonder on his face: "Did you get in touch with the most dangerous rebellious ninja organization in the entire ninja world when you came out to relax? It's really amazing."

It's not fucking what I want.

My venomous words hit the bottom of my heart, before I blurted out, Jue suddenly turned his head away, and when he turned back, the subtle expression on his face had disappeared, leaving only inexplicable and meaningful gazes.

"Sasuke-kun." Jue called me, "He's already here."

I stood up abruptly, and followed Jue's line of sight to look into the distance.

The young man with a long knife stared at a pair of scarlet eyes and stepped on the broken road. He walked very heavily step by step, as if he was stepping forward on a sea of ​​blood with every step.

Behind him is an indelible hatred, and in front of him is a tender and painful expectation.Both are lingering love, which weigh heavily on the young man's immature, slightly thin shoulders.

"It's about to start." A pair of cold golden eyes stared at Sasuke's straight back, and a string of laughter came out of his throat: "This must be a life-and-death, extremely tragic battle. I don't know who will survive Woolen cloth."

I didn't answer.

With a smile on his face, Jue said, "Who do you think will survive?"

Looking at Sasuke's back that was drifting away, I leaned against the tree trunk and let out a long breath.

"...It's Sasuke."

I replied hoarsely.

Regret that there is no cure for the disease.

The matter has come to this point, and my regret and unwillingness are all gone.

Can't go back.

Can't go back.

Looking back, all previous efforts have been wasted.

I clenched my fist hard, and my nails pierced the soft flesh of my palm, with an obstructive touch, but I didn't feel any pain.The ten fingers exerted more and more force, and the nails snapped in the flesh.There was blood all over my fingers and palms, and I couldn't tell which wound the blood came from.

"Why do you look sad?"

Jue glanced at me, and said lightly: "You and the other Sasuke-kun are really a strange pair of brothers."

"A person who hates Uchiha Itachi to the bone, hates him to the point of death. And you—" Bai Jue's frivolous voice paused, he half-closed his eyes, and his eyes fell on me.After looking me up and down carefully, Bai Jue continued: "You don't seem to care about revenge at all, you don't hate Itachi at all, otherwise... Madara wouldn't have deliberately let me You came to see him one last time."

what do you know.

I looked at him blankly.

Jue didn't wait for my answer for a long time, and the obsessive person approached him. Impatiently, I stretched out my hand and pushed his black and white face away.Blood dripped down my fingertips and rubbed against Jue's face.The pale skin against the bloodstains on his face was weird and glaring.

He stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick away the remaining blood on his lips, and said with a smile, "Since you don't want to say it, forget it. I should go too."

The branches of the trees were like an unimpeded liquid to him, and his body slowly sank into the trees.

There was no trace of leaves on the trunk anymore, so I curled up exhausted.The palms of my hands were still bleeding, so I rubbed the corners of my sore eyes with the back of my hands.

Their battle unfolded deep in the building, and from my side, I couldn't see Sasuke or Itachi.And I couldn't hear any sound with my dull ears. From such a long distance, even if there was a sound of fighting, it became a soft and painful wind sound in my ears.

Was Sasuke injured before?

Will he go his own way regardless of his own injuries?

Can my brother's body survive?

Would he...would he die with regrets because he couldn't see his younger brother's face clearly...

I imagined the scene of brotherly killing out of thin air, and the more I thought about it, the more desperate I felt.

Brother Itachi would probably use his best illusion technique as the opening, and show the ugliness directly in front of Sasuke to intensify the child's hatred.He has long been prepared to turn into a ghost, try his best to discredit himself, bear all the sins with all his strength, carefully calculate and plan, to create a... hero surrounded by glory.

I covered my eyes that were so painful that they were about to bleed, and the fundus of my eyes gradually became hot. I think this is because I opened Sharingan again unconsciously.

The crimson roof of the abandoned building was blasted by the fire escape ninjutsu, and the billowing smoke and dust were wrapped in thunder and burst out.It was supposed to be another boy of mine leaping out with the twisted wings bestowed by Orochimaru, and I could finally see the shadow of that battle from me.

Brother Weasel still had that calm appearance, he didn't mention that he was in any pain, and just stood on a high place with his hands down.The howling wind rolled up his robe, and the fire cloud on the black robe rolled up and down, and there was life in the wind.

Obviously, his eyesight has been eroded by Sharingan and he is almost blind. He should see that he can't even see Sasuke in front of him clearly.But across such a long distance, I always feel that brother Itachi and I have met our eyes.His brows stretched a little, and his handsome and gentle eyebrows looked extraordinarily gorgeous against the almost bewitching red of the Kaleidoscope Sharingan.

... But my brother's expression is relaxed.

He doesn't care about being buried by the only brother he loves... or Sasuke, or me.

Because I know that death is not something to fear for him.He took the stigma and died to make atonement. After the incident, the past of the Uchiha clan will only turn into a scar in Sasuke's heart.The old wound has healed, the scar is neither painful nor itchy, the past will eventually become the past... Sasuke will live happily without knowing it, and he will be calm when he mentions it later.

'I once had an older brother who was a sinner of the Uchiha clan, and I got to know him with my own hands. '

Maybe Sasuke will calmly speak out about Brother Itachi's pain and sin afterwards.

But I'm not reconciled...I'm not reconciled!

For a moment, I even wanted to yell heart-piercingly, I wanted to tell Sasuke everything, tell him to stop, Uchiha Itachi has no crime, he is the unsung hero who should be honored.However, there was something invisible that strangled my throat tightly, the air flow passed through the lungs and throat, and finally the only thing that blurted out was a hoarse breath.

I can not be reconciled.

But I can't do anything.

Amaterasu's black fire suddenly soared into the sky, swallowing the vegetation around the abandoned stronghold of the Uchiha clan into the flames bit by bit.

The gunpowder smoke rose to the sky in front of them, and the faces of the two people who were fighting were distorted by the killing intent and deep meaning.But what flashed through my mind were unbroken pictures, which were laughter, tenderness, or perhaps the consolation that I fantasized about when I was desperate.

It's the way my brother smiles, it's the way my brother comforts me, it's the way my brother walks down the long street holding my hand, it's the way my brother tells me that thunder and wind and rain will block my brother.

The picture was so fragmented that nothing remained in the end.

The first thunder exploded in the sky, and the last shackles that restrained the sound dissipated with the thunder.There was a tearing pain deep in the ear, and there was heat flowing out of the ear canal. I raised my hand and rubbed it, and it was all blood.

The sound is dozens, hundreds, and thousands of times clearer than before.

My mind was buzzing, and the speed of my blood pulse was gradually accelerating in my wild thoughts.Brother's voice, Sasuke's voice, Obito's voice, Isaac's voice, Hachiro's voice, parents' voice, Kakashi's voice, Kaku-sensei's voice...they are arguing with each other in my mind, the voice Clear and legible, even better than the Jue, which annoys me so much.

They are cursing me hoarsely, just like the wounds left on my soul through Sasuke's body through a long time and space, one knife after another, the bones can be seen, cursing me for my brother The desperate.

They scolded me for dying, and they scolded me for being ignorant of love and hate.

But, I love—

I love my elder brother's soft and bright red eyes that are almost dripping blood in the cold morning mist, I love his hopeful and hopeless calm look when he said "I want my brother to live", I love his sin and scolding Can be calm afterwards.

I love my other young self as such a suffering but still cold and gentle boy, I love his fragility that was killed in the old days, and I also love his paranoia and madness that will never change until death.

But again, I hate——

Hate yourself for being incompetent, and hate your fate for being unfair.All the emotions turned into sensations and turned into burning pain in the internal organs.

Swallowing the pain with the rain, the liar swallowed a thousand needles.

I lied to myself, and I lied to him.

The last precarious connection to another world, shattered in the agony of thousands of needles puncturing blood vessels and piercing skin.

I can not go back.

I will pay him my life.

He is what I can't let go of all my life.

I just couldn't let go of the three words, and I was pulled into the abyss, and I was willing to accompany him until my head was broken.

——But I am in so much pain.

Sasuke's sickly and shrill laugh was drowned out by the sound of the shower, and the thunder that almost shook the world and the black flame that burned the sky and the prairie fire finally subsided in the heavy rain.

He rose up and broke the darkness, but I walked into the rain in silence.

The rain soaked my clothes, dripping down my skin like blood oozing from wounds that don't exist.

I stumbled and stood, finally crying.The rain mixed with tears, soaking the eyes sorely.

Just go here.

I can't find the way back, and I can't walk anymore.

Just go here.

I'm in so much pain.

I'm in so much pain.

Who, who can come...

help me...

The author has something to say: emmmmm... This may be the most depressing chapter among the more than 100 chapters so far. I still sent out the bento that I have been desperately procrastinating. Brother Itachi is dead.From Chalasuke crossing, to Chalasuke bearing the hatred that does not belong to him, to choosing to hide it from Sasuke, this chapter is the first time that Chalasuke is crying, or finally crying uncontrollably.

Before, I had been struggling with how to write Brother Itachi’s bento. After all, I am No.1. What the protagonist of the No.1 perspective did not see, I wrote that it was God’s perspective, and I couldn’t write it casually.Itachi Sa and Charasuke didn't watch the whole process like Jue, he was watching from a distance all the time, he didn't know about some of the things that happened, and I couldn't write them.As a result, after I finished writing all night, I realized that I had written a full [-] words of psychological description in this chapter, and the part that was originally tangled was also brought over by my description of psychological changes.

After writing this, I have to go back and fill up the original plot.When I first wrote about a hundred chapters of the original setting, I found that it was no longer feasible.The following plot... Let's see, anyway, HE is right.