[Naruto] Warrior of Love Uchiha

According to Naruto, they just stuffed the unconscious Kakashi into the futon, put the luggage in the room, and put my forehead protector on my backpack.A crow flew in from the open window very suddenly, circled around the room, did nothing but snatched away my forehead guard.

Listen, the crow took my forehead...

My god, why did the crow take my forehead guard!

I jumped up straight from the ground.

"My forehead was taken away by a crow?"

Naruto nodded.

I couldn't believe it: "You are also a ninja after all, just watching a bird take away my forehead?"

"How is it possible!" Naruto also became excited, he raised his finger and pointed to his cheek, "I went to grab your forehead protector right away, but not only did I not get it, you see—"

No matter which world Naruto has, his face has a natural mark like six cat whiskers.

Naruto brought his face close to my eyes.

I clearly saw that Naruto's face had two cat whiskers-like marks for no reason.

I disliked: "Are you okay, you can't even beat a crow."

"...If you weren't a companion in the seventh class, I would beat you up."

I put on my shoes, stood up, and poked Naruto on the forehead with my fingers.

"Speak as if you could beat me."

Under Naruto's glare, I laughed and ran out.

There is a dense forest behind Uncle Dazna's house, and the crow must have flown into the forest.

I stood on the branches and looked around, and several unknown birds were flying high in the bushes.Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of something in it.I think it may be that my forehead that was taken away by the crow did not escape.

Because Zhishui brother has the habit of raising crows as ninja beasts, this has led to me knowing a lot of crows' habits from childhood.

Crows like to pick up shiny things and decorate their nests. Ever since I was a child, when I couldn’t find accessories like rings and brooches, I went to the crow’s nest raised by brother Zhishui to find out.

But it's the first time I've seen a crow come to buy such a big thing as a forehead.

I quickly hopped from branch to branch and approached the crow, but crows are very alert birds.

Whenever I was more than ten meters away from it, it would look back at me mockingly, and then spread its wings and fly further.

I twitched the corner of my mouth slightly.

Damn, I was taunted by a crow.

Finally, when they got deep into the woods and couldn't see Uncle Dazner's house, the crow stopped at the top of the tree and didn't move.

The forehead guard that it took away was hanging on the branch.

But now I have no intention of taking care of the forehead protection or not.

This crow deserves such a beating, if you don't teach it a lesson, it won't know that this world is ruled by Daewoo Zhibo.

I stood on a tree a little further away, restrained my breath and made a seal.

A group of snakes gushed out of my sleeves and rushed to the crows on the branches.

No matter how clever this crow is, it can't compete with me who is both beautiful and intelligent.

In a group of snakes, there are always two or three crows entangled. The crow, which can be regarded as a big one, has its neck tightened, and it makes a hoarse cry with a hoarse voice. It flaps its wings, and its black feathers fall one after another.

I took the snake back, and even grabbed the crow in my hand.

"Fly again, I caught you."

Although speaking to a crow seemed mentally retarded, I still hummed and mocked the crow with a low smile: "I'm going to pluck your tail hair bald."

The crow struggled and became silent.

Just when I wondered if I accidentally strangled the bird to death with too much strength, the crow in my hand twisted its head violently.

I don't know if it's because of the difference between the crows of the Land of Waves and the Land of Fire, but the eyes of this crow turned out to be bright red.

It no longer rattled or struggled.But there are still black feathers fluttering down at my feet.

When the feathers nearly covered the tops of my feet, I realized that there was something wrong with birds shedding their feathers.This is no longer an understatement of breed differences that can be taken in one stroke.

My first reaction was that someone used the transformation technique and turned into a crow, so I decided to strangle the crow to death before the transformation technique was lifted.

With five fingers drawn together, the crow's warm body began to become light and erratic in my hand.Immediately after a 'poof' sound, the crow exploded like a balloon that had been squeezed, and the remaining feathers scattered and flew everywhere.

Countless feathers turned into a flock of crows. They sang and flapped their wings and began to gather together, forming a rough outline of a human being.

I screamed that it was not good, jumped to another tree, picked up the forehead protector and ran away.

Even if you think about it with the Naruto brain of this world, you should know that this is not an accidental accident such as being taken away by a crow.No matter how you look at it, it was a deliberate attempt to lure me out alone.

As I ran away, my mind was running fast.

But what is it that lured me out?

I am obviously not an aborigine in this world. I have only been here for less than a month, and I can basically count the people I have met with ten fingers.

To write sharing eyes?Sharingan seems to be very rare in this world... But why is it me, not Second Assistant or Kakashi or anyone else.It's still the ninja's second assistant and the unconscious Kakashi, both of which combined are better than me.

Instinctively felt that there was a weapon coming from behind, I pulled out the Kusanagi sword without looking back and knocked down Kunai who was aiming at my shoulder.

It seems that the other party does not want my life, but wants to capture me alive.

I have strengthened my belief that he came here for Sharingan.

What the hell is going on in this world.

In the world next door, there are so many sharingan eyes that are worth less than two catties of Chinese cabbage, so why do you have to stare at them.

All kinds of ninja tools flew from behind one after another. I condensed the chakra on the bottom of my feet, adsorbed it on the branch, and fell down and circled around to avoid this wave of attacks.

Then, I found out.

He wasn't out to kill me, or to capture me alive.

He did this to slow me down.

It was only about two seconds away, and the people behind had already caught up with me.I retracted the chakra gathered at the bottom of my feet, trying to fall from the tree and continue running on another route.

But I found that at the same distance, the opponent's speed seems to be better than mine.

Do you bring your own acceleration buff!

A straight-edged ninja knife similar to the Kusanagi sword was inserted into the hair on the side of my face, brushing against my ear, and inserted straight into the tree trunk in front of me.

I've seen such weapons before, but not on this occasion.

Following the part of the familiar knife embedded in the tree trunk, I tremblingly turned my head and looked back.

Sure enough, I saw a face that was more familiar to me than this knife.

A face that can be called the standard template of a beautiful boy looks expressionless, black hair slightly longer than mine hangs on both sides of the cheeks, red eyes are calm and soft.

Looking back at the moment, I just felt that the control cells in my brain exploded into fireworks regardless of the occasion.

I!of!mom!

wrong!Not my mother!

Yu!wisdom!Wave!Itachi!

yes!I!elder brother!

In the world, he is only 17 years old, but he is not mature like a boy!But after all, he is still a boy!Powerful, handsome, gentle, considerate and kind, omitting 1 praise words is perfect in short!elder brother!

As soon as my legs went limp, I almost knelt down and hugged his thigh.

He frowned slightly, pulled out the knife that had sunk deep into the tree trunk, and put the blade against my neck.

Only then did the fireworks in my mind called brother control subside, and I remembered that Brother Itachi was the one who lured me out alone and tried to hurt me with ninja tools.

……and many more.

Brother Weasel is the one who printed me out to attack me?

Brother Weasel is that crow just now?

I wanted to strangle the crow just now, but actually I almost strangled Brother Weasel?

Swish cold sweat flowed all over my face.

The 17-year-old boy Itachi didn't care about my appearance of being so scared, he still had the same expression of frowning, unsmiling, cold and serious.

"Itachi, Brother Itachi..." I whispered.

To be honest, it's kind of awkward.

I was exactly 12 before being forced to turn back into 17.

Brother Itachi is five years older than me, so the Brother Itachi in this world is the same age as me.

Itachi brother my age.

Just think about it.

But for some reason after I called him, his expression became more serious.I don't know if it was my illusion, but there was a bit of murderous intent in those scarlet Sharingan eyes.

"Did Orochimaru send you here?"

Orochimaru sent me...huh?

I froze for a moment: "What's the matter with Orochimaru?"

Brother Itachi pressed down on the ninja knife on my neck, skillfully suppressing my fatal spot, without actually cutting my neck by mistake.

He said in a deep voice, "Who are you? What is the purpose of Orochimaru sending you to sneak into Konoha pretending to be Sasuke?"

I don't know what Master's purpose is! I stumbled and came here!

Seeing that I didn't answer, Brother Weasel didn't have much patience, and swiped the knife directly to wipe my neck.

"Don't, don't, it's really useless—brother...don't be impulsive, bro!"

I stretched out my hand to block it, and a long and deep cut was cut on my arm, and the blood spurted out sprayed my face.

Brother Itachi failed to succeed with one blow, so he rushed up quickly and wanted to give me another blow.

I raised the Kusanagi sword with my uninjured left hand and managed to block Itachi's attack.

His expression was so strange that I was rarely at a loss.

The elder brother in my impression, although not expressive, is always gentle and calm.And this Brother Weasel in front of me seemed to have murderous intent even on his delicate brows.

What is wrong with this world.

My hand holding the Kusanagi sword kept shaking.

"Brother... Brother Itachi, I am Sasuke, I really am Sasuke Uchiha."

Brother Weasel's breath was suffocated, and his eyes suddenly became cold.It's not like the brother I remember at all.

"Sasuke is just a weak ninja now, it is impossible to block my attacks one after another like you."

The sunlight in the shade of the tree flickered on and off, reflecting a cruel and pitiful look on his face.The Gouyu in Shulunyan slowly circulated, the crimson color was like flowing blood.

"Sasuke has never learned Orochimaru's ninjutsu."

"You're not Sasuke."

"Who are you?"

...But, I really am, Uchiha Sasuke, ah.

The author has something to say: I saw Brother Itachi, but Brother Itachi doesn't admit that he is Sasuke.

Chalazhu felt bitter.