[Naruto] Warrior of Love Uchiha

I am Sasuke Uchiha.

I come from another world.

And the world I live in now is completely different from the world I know.

Here are people I know well, another younger self, and an older brother who seems to be a bit different from my impression that I am only 17 years old now.

... No, this is no longer a big gap.

My brother, who has been in control for 17 years, is now looking gloomy, holding a straight-bladed ninja sword in his hand, ready to kill me directly.

And I don't even know what's going on.

The two of us stood facing each other at the two branches of the tree. Just as I was about to raise my hand, Brother Weasel was on guard.

I glanced at the Kusanagi sword I was holding in my hand, and threw the weapon under the tree in bewilderment.

"What are you doing?" he said in a low voice.

I think, this may be the most wronged time I have grown up, except for the time when Brother Zhishui and Brother Itachi took the lead in cheating on me for writing Sharingan.

"elder brother."

I called him, but Brother Weasel didn't agree.

Chakra condensed in my eyes, and the pattern of Sharingan slowly emerged in my eyes, and then the pattern of kaleidoscope condensed from the three-pointed jade of Sharingan.

I just feel wronged and look at each other for a long time, and when I open Sharingan, even my eyeballs are sore.

My brother wants to kill me, what is this called?It is agreed that I will accuse you for 17 years, and you accuse me for 17 years?

"Where did your Sharingan come from?"

Brother Itachi's expression was even uglier, but his voice was soft and emotionless.

Isn’t this the eye you exchanged with me——

I hate the plug-and-play unscientific setting of Sharingan.

"No...brother, look carefully."

I pointed to my eyes.

My eyes have been exchanged with Brother Itachi once, and the pupil power of Xueji Zhijie has merged with each other.Originally, the pattern of my kaleidoscope Sharingan was in the shape of a six-petal flower like a hexagram.But after merging the pupil power of his brother, the texture of Sharingan also changed.

After exchanging eyes with my brother, my eyes also have more lines similar to the shape of a shuriken like my brother.

"Does the eye look familiar? You gave me the eyes. Isn't this similar to your kaleidoscope Sharingan! Why don't you believe that I'm really Uchiha Sasuke!"

Brother Itachi's current expression is not so much heavy as it is complicated. After the complexity, he seemed to have finally digested the meaning of my words, and his expression was blank for about ten seconds.

He looked at me blankly in the pose of pointing the knife at me.

"Actually, I'm not your brother... No, no, I'm your brother. But I'm not your brother in this world."

I tried my best to explain to Brother Itachi: "Believe it or not, I am actually Sasuke Uchiha from another world. For some reason, I have shrunk to 12 years old. In fact, I am [-] years old."

I'm waiting for Brother Itachi's reaction.

The forest suddenly became very quiet, even the chirping of birds and insects that inhabited here was silent.

I could clearly hear Brother Itachi swallowing his saliva, his throat moved: "You...are you really Sasuke?"

I immediately raised three fingers and swear to the sky: "Really, I am really Uchiha Sasuke, more real than the stone slab left by our ancestors."

Brother Weasel blinked his eyes calmly.

I can't understand why Brother Itachi would make such an expression on me.

Seeing his expression, I felt a chill run down my spine, and it was carved into the depths of my bones and blood.

"Brother Itachi...?" I tentatively called him, "Although I am not from this world, but... no matter which world you are in, you are my brother, right?"

"Ah."

Brother Itachi responded flatly.

great.

Brother Itachi took back the ninja knife in his hand.

It's just that after he retracted the knife, it made me even more uneasy.

In the woods, the wind blows with the smell of grass mixed with the smell of sea water, messing up Brother Weasel's hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks.He brushed his broken hair behind his ears expressionlessly, and even gave me the illusion that Brother Itachi in front of me was actually just a finely crafted puppet.

His half-closed eyes slowly opened, and Sangouyu's Sharingan showed the shape of a three-edged shuriken.

I took a step back, to the end of the treetops where there was no retreat.

I use chakra to condense under my feet to attach myself to the branches, and the leaves on the branches sway under my feet.

The uneasiness in my heart is stronger.

Brother Itachi tilted his head slightly: "Why are you hiding, Sasuke."

I was so frightened by Brother Itachi that my hands trembled, I raised my head, and smiled reluctantly at Brother Itachi.

It may be that I have inherited Daewoo Zhibo's gene of bitterness and hatred when he is expressionless, and Yan Yi when he smiles big.Brother Itachi's writing wheel eyes reflected my reflection, and the little shadow smiled very ugly.

"Indeed." Brother Weasel said calmly, "No matter which world you are in, you are my younger brother."

I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.

The older brother in the original world also said similar things to me, no matter what I am his younger brother.But Brother Weasel in front of me always felt that there was a deeper meaning in his words.

It was like confirming my guess, Brother Itachi walked over slowly.Every time he took a step closer, the oppression deepened.

Finally, he stood a step away from me.

I forcefully squeezed out a smile that was uglier than the one just now.

He slightly curved his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Hate me, Sasuke."

"what?"

I looked over in surprise, the pattern on his Sharingan slowly turned.

I didn't even have time to think about the meaning of Brother Itachi's words, and my consciousness was dragged into the darkness of the deep sea, which is enough to drown people.

When I realized it, I was actually at the gate of my own house.

Then I realized that this was Brother Itachi's unique high-level illusion "Monthly Reading".

The night fell darkly, and there were clouds flowing over my head.The dark clouds were blown away by the wind, but behind the clouds was a blood-red crescent.

I'm afraid this isn't my original home either.

Because I saw, at the end of the street, the little me running towards home in panic and fear.

This is a replay of a certain memory of my young self in this world.

As if he couldn't see my existence, he ran past me and rushed into the house calling "Mom and Dad".

I walked in behind him, and when I passed the corridor, I saw the old calendar hanging in my previous home.

This is a certain day when I was seven years old, and I still have a deep impression on this day.

Because on this day, my parents died in a shipwreck during the mission.

But it seems that Sasuke Uchiha in this world is not like this. I am inexplicably extreme in this world, and I have never been relieved of the death of my parents.And according to his tone, it seems that this incident has a certain connection with Brother Weasel.

Thinking of this, I quickened my pace.

All the way along the corridor, blood trailed a long trail on the floor.I followed that young self all the way to the practice dojo behind the house.

The young me in this world knelt on the ground and screamed.

The blood-red moonlight reflected into the room through the one-foot-square window of the dojo, and the sweet and thick smell of blood permeated the air.

My parents, who should have been shipwrecked with no bones left, are now at home.Dad hugged his mother, who seemed to be out of breath, and was stabbed through the chest by Brother Weasel behind him.

My eardrums and brain ached and numb from the screams of my young self.I clutched my aching head and squatted down on the spot.

This is what Brother Weasel wants me to see.

That's what Sasuke wanted to tell me.

The splashed blood stained Itachi's half body, and the moonlight reflected him with half cruel and half compassionate.At this moment, blood dripped into his eyes, and those sharing eyes were even more red than the blood.

"Hate me, Sasuke."

His voice was mixed with my young voice, amidst the heart-piercing screams, Brother Weasel's voice was still as calm as ever.

"You don't hate deeply enough..."

I snapped my eyes open.

Dad was pierced through the chest by the ninja knife in his hand, and fell to the ground again.

"Hate me, Sasuke."

The young me in another world curled up with my head in my arms, crying and screaming.

"Hate me, Sasuke."

The sticky scarlet blood on the ninja knife trickled down the tip of the knife to the ground.

"Hate me, Sasuke."

"You don't hate deeply enough."

"You don't hate deeply enough."

"You don't hate deeply enough..."

In the monthly reading world, I was forced to watch the killing show over and over again.The participants were my parents, and the murderer was my brother.

Over and over, over and over again, from surprise to anger, then from anger to fear, and finally from fear to numbness.In this cycle over and over again, I can hardly tell whether I am a bystander from another world, or I am actually Uchiha Sasuke in this world.

The wailing in my ears had subsided at some point.

Brother Weasel raised his head, glanced condescendingly at me who was squatting on the ground, and quickly walked out of the bloody room.

I fell to the ground, hesitated for a moment, then got up and stumbled after him.

Itachi in the illusion was standing under the moon, his light gray Anbu uniform was stained an ugly brown by a lot of blood.

He turned his back to me and asked me.

"Do you hate?"

I shook my head, then realized that Brother Itachi had his back to me and couldn't see.

I wanted to answer, but found that my voice was extremely hoarse as if I had screamed dozens of times.

"I do not believe."

Brother Weasel finally turned his head.

There was blood splashed on his face before, and the blood drops dragged a long bloodstain along his cheeks, hanging in his eyes like blood and tears.

"Whether you or he is my younger brother." Brother Itachi laughed mockingly: "Stupid brother... Live ugly and grow up in hatred. When you have the strength to kill me , come find me again."

I clenched my fists and held back, but I still didn't hold back.

In his mocking laughter, I rushed up.One punch knocked the hallucinated Weasel to the ground.

The surrounding scenery began to distort like water waves, but Brother Weasel's eyes were still exceptionally clear.

"I told you, I don't believe it."

"I don't believe you would kill your parents and the Uchiha clan for no reason."

With a wooden face, I slowed down my voice with a hoarse voice: "I don't know what the truth is. I am not the same as Sasuke Uchiha in this world. The time and pictures of Tsukiyomi Space are all at your disposal, you I will see whatever scene you want to present, and it’s up to you to do what you want. Don’t try to lie to me.”

He stared at me quietly without speaking.

"My elder brother will not do such unreasonable things, and will not let my younger brother live with hatred for no reason."

"He will teach me to be free and proud in life, not afraid of the future, and not thinking about the past."

"Either you're lying to me."

"Or, you are not Uchiha Itachi at all."

Those clear and profound sharing eyes also slowly closed.

He never gave me a clear answer from beginning to end.

The world constructed by this illusion began to collapse and collapse.

Finally, I heard the sound of birds flapping their wings and flying high.

When I woke up again, I was lying under the tree that I had confronted Brother Weasel before.

I was the only one left, Brother Itachi had long since disappeared.

The thrown Kusanagi sword and forehead guard were neatly placed by my hand, and I was covered with a uniform of the Akatsuki organization with a black background and a red cloud.

I struggled to get up from the ground while supporting the tree trunk.

Due to the side effects of monthly reading, even if I have the same pair of eyes as Brother Itachi to offset it, after I escape from the illusion world, it will still make me dizzy and groggy.

The wound on the arm seemed to have been treated. It was not bandaged, but it had been cleaned and a layer of medicine to stop bleeding had been applied.

I thought about it, picked up the Huoyun robe, and completely lost the Huo Dun.

The thick cloth was incinerated in the flames and blown away by the woodsy and sea-smelling wind.

After burning my clothes, I picked up my forehead guard, used the Kusanagi sword as a crutch, and stumbled all the way back to Uncle Dazna's house.

When I went back, Second Suke was waiting for me leaning against the wall of the main entrance.

Seeing my embarrassed appearance, he frowned.

"Catch a crow and catch you like this?"

I smiled at him, retracted the Kusanagi sword and rushed towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck and putting all my weight on him.

"Get up, you're so heavy."

"No."

I rubbed against his neck, and the cold fragrance of the shampoo of the same brand as mine got into my nose. After a careful sniff, there was even a smell of milk on Sasuke.

My whole body relaxed: "I was also scratched by a crow, please be gentle with me..."

He didn't speak.

He raised his hand and rubbed it lightly on my head.

"You are stupid."

The author has something to say: update.

Brother Itachi just let Sasuke in any world hate him, he will take the blame.

As a result, Cha Lazhu didn't buy it at all.