[Naruto] Warrior of Love Uchiha

The false night of genocide unfolded under the blood-red moon in the illusion.

The screams were sent to every corner of the illusion by the wind, and the people I fabricated with the illusion were fighting in the moonlight.

Uchiha ninjas with average writing sharingan ability rushed to the street when the screams pierced the long night, the fire escaped and the sword light danced together, the crowd fell down one by one, and came up one after another. The young Uchiha Itachi held a long knife, blood covered his face, and his facial features began to blur.

The distant sky glowed with platinum light, and the tragedy of the clan was also illuminated by the dawn light.

Beads of blood and minced meat rolled down from the tip of the knife in Uchiha Itachi's hand. He walked down the long street expressionlessly and walked towards his home at dawn.

I jumped down from the height and followed behind him not too far or too close to observe all the way.

wrong.

This is not right.

I stood at the door, and there was a messy sound of fighting in the house, and I bit my nails irritably.

...that's not right.

This is completely different from what I know, and it is completely different from what Brother Weasel has shown me.

The morning light penetrates into the old house through the windows, and the wooden floor is also painted with a layer of warm gold.I walked quickly through the corridor and into the house, only to see that the battle in the room was still not over.

Although the father fabricated according to the strength in my memory was invincible, he was still able to restrain his elder brother whose chakra volume was not too much. In addition, Brother Itachi lost a lot of physical strength. Those who fail after discovering the turmoil of the Uchiha clan will become Itachi-san.

The sky broke, and the little Uchiha Sasuke, who was supposed to be home at night, arrived late.

In the illusion, my young self shouted "Mom and Dad" and rushed into the house.

The little Sasuke knelt down on the ground and screamed. I was distracted. During the illusion, my father, who was supposed to have passed through Itachi's chest in the illusion, opened Itachi's neck with the kunai in his hand.

Brother Weasel fell on his back with his head down, blood sprayed on his face and on me.Uchiha Itachi, who was supposed to leave on a moonlit night, died in the morning light, and the scene that was obviously not injected with any emotion reappeared, but the elder brother who died when the sun was just right showed a smile with relief.

The scene began to reverse rapidly, the sun set and the moon rose, and the night was once again dark and heavy above the head.The crying little Sasuke disappeared, the traces of the fight at home disappeared, and Brother Itachi's body disappeared.

Everything started again under the light of this round of bright moon.

I subconsciously touched my face, and there was false blood splashed under my eyes before, and the blood dripped down my cheek like a trail of blood and tears.

Trembling uncontrollably, I bit my fingers and forced myself to calm down.

The real smell of blood disperses in the hallucination, and the pain from the skin of my fingers can barely make me continue to think.

This is not right.

The time is also wrong.

According to data records, Uchiha Itachi slaughtered a family of men, women and children that night, leaving only Sasuke alive.However, according to the reenactment of the illusion scene, this is simply something that he, who is only 13 years old, cannot do.

The screams sounded from outside the door, and I looked up suddenly in shock.

The voice just now was not any strange Uchiha ninja who deserved to die on the night of genocide, but... mine, Sasuke's brother, Uchiha Itachi.

I rushed out of the courtyard in a panic and jumped over the fence, only to see brother Weasel, who was supposed to kill a family in the repeated illusion of reincarnation, was stabbed several times in his body, and his life and death were unknown, lying in a pool of blood.

I took a step backwards.The Uchiha people with fuzzy faces are an illusion I imagined. People with fuzzy faces and no specific shapes gathered beside Itachi’s body. In the red moonlight, only their sharing eyes are exceptionally clear, even better than the flowing blood. Red more thoroughly.

Turn back time again.

The false night of genocide unfolds in the false moonlight.

The Uchiha people on the street returned to where they should have been before the incident, as if nothing had happened here.Except for Uchiha Itachi, who was supposed to disappear but was still lying in a pool of blood, nothing seemed to have happened here.

Painful wailing cut through the silent night, and uncontrollable fear enveloped me like moonlight.

...The illusion I cast is beginning to be out of my control.

The hallucination became real, and the cold night wind blew on me, taking away the rest of my body temperature.Soon my hands and feet also began to go numb uncontrollably.

My perception is also out of control, and I cannot forcibly break the illusion by stopping the flow of chakra.

The sky brightened and then darkened, in an endless cycle.Dawn only fell briefly for a moment, and once again sank into the blood moon shrouded night.

The dead no longer disappeared, countless corpses were piled up in mountains, and the blood dripping from the corpses accumulated in the street up to my ankles.

The corpses gradually changed in my eyes, they all had the same face.

The same face, cruel and compassionate, full of blood and tears, but relieved after death... brother's face.

I fell into a river of blood.

A flock of crows from nowhere spread their wings and flew in front of my eyes. The crows croaked roughly, gathered together, and gathered into a rough human shape.

The pitch-black crow feathers were stained with blood, and they finally converged into the Uchiha Itachi who stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, with the numerous corpses as the background but wanted to blend into the night.

Brother Itachi stood there looking at me.

Phantom, who had never fabricated emotion, was expressionless, and his brows were so indifferent that there was almost a sense of coldness.

"Sasuke."

He is calling me.

Uchiha Itachi stepped in the sticky and scarlet sea of ​​blood, with a bright crimson moon above his head.The three gouyu slowly circulated in his eyes, and finally turned into the shape of a shuriken and penetrated deeply into his eyes, bringing a deep red color.

"why?"

Brother Itachi asked without any emotion, "Why did you kill me?"

I don't, I don't.

I didn't kill you.

I stepped back a little distance with my palms on the ground, Brother Itachi took a step closer, still standing a few steps away from me and looking down at me.

"Why, don't you save me?"

"I've been... always trying to save you." Even though I was only facing the hallucinations brought about by the backlash of my own illusion, I still couldn't help the voice that was about to choke, and said tremblingly: "I also Wanting to save him, I... I have worked very hard, brother, I have worked very hard..."

"you are lying."

Brother Weasel suddenly approached, he bent down and leaned down to touch my forehead and looked at me.

"You watched me die again and again, why, don't you save me."

His voice is as soft as the whispers he used to lull me to sleep in the afternoon when I was a child.

Blood spilled from his eyes, blood spilled from mine.

Morning came, night came, and the cycle of time was endless.In the scene I imagined, the imagined people over and over again exerted the illusion of my imagination.

"Why didn't you save me?"

I want to save you.

"Why didn't you save me?"

I want to... save you.

"Sasuke, why didn't you save me?"

Until I have a nervous breakdown and lose consciousness, I will continue to be tortured by this hallucination that is several times more terrifying than my nightmare.

Blood gushes from my eyes, from my ears, from my nose, from my mouth, from every part of my five sense organs.I choked on a mouthful of blood, my brother let go of the palm on the back of my head, and I fell down uncontrollably and was submerged by the river of blood.

I opened my mouth wide to try to breathe, but what I exhaled was blood, and what I inhaled was still blood.

Before I was drowned in blood, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the drowned blood.

From the point where that hand touched me, chakra that did not belong to me was injected into the body.The flow of the illusion was disrupted by that point of chakra, and the out-of-control illusion suddenly collapsed into nothingness.

My eyes are black.

The large-scale illusion that was originally used to reproduce the night of the genocide lost its original function.Uchiha's glory and prosperity, Uchiha's blood and death all turned into specks of dust and disappeared, leaving only the stench of blood spit out by myself in my nose.

I was pulled up from the ground by my arm. Countless days and nights passed during the illusion, but the reality still stayed at this night.But in just a few hours, I was so exhausted that I didn't even have the strength to raise my head. I couldn't see who the person who rescued me from the illusion was. I only saw the dark blue cloth flashing in front of my eyes.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

I was roughly thrown to the side of the ruined wall, and I slid down with my back against the wall.

The palm that dropped me followed, grabbing my chin and forcing me to lift my head.

A one-eyed orange mask appeared in the vision blurred by the blood, and there was a faint cold light in the mask that was exactly the same as the moon in the illusion.

"Bring... Soil." I tried my best to call him with an almost inaudible voice, the rough cloth of the gloves rubbed against the flesh between the jaw and the neck, making it painful.The stimulation brought by the slight pain, at any rate, slowly brought back the spirit that was almost washed away by the backlash during the illusion.

"Uncle Obito..."

I called again.

Uchiha Obito snorted coldly, he didn't resist me calling him uncle, but he couldn't see how happy he was and let go of the hand pinching my chin: "Tsk, to be so backlashed by my illusion...you Is it trash?"

"I do not have……"

I retorted weakly, feeling that the body that had escaped from the illusion regained a little strength, so I reached out to grab the hem of Obito Uchiha's robe.

"It's because my mental state is not stable, and the range of the technique is so large...that's why I missed it for a while."

The dark blue robe was stained, and I wiped the blood from my hands on his clothes, and the blood seeped into the cloth and dyed thick purple marks.

In my current state, I can't always be on guard against Uchiha Obito's Sharingan ability.

Holding the hem of his clothes in his hands is probably the safest and most stupid way to confirm whether he is using his abilities.

Uncle Obito obviously didn't take the matter of me twisting the corner of his clothes to heart, and he didn't listen to my explanation, he just sneered: "You don't want to die?"

"At most, I will go to the hospital and lie down for ten days and a half months... I will not be killed by my own surgery."

He said casually, "I think if I come a little later, you will not be far from death."

I pursed my lips, pretending to be angry and turned my head away.

After sitting quietly for a while, I also recovered from the half-dead state just now.The mental strength of the Uchiha clan is extremely high, and I was exhausted from the mental level just now, and I didn't have any scars on my body.

Even if there was, it was pinched by the Uchiha Obito in front of him.

I raised my head and glanced at him quickly. In my impression, the little uncle who would joke with me and run around carrying me on his shoulders when I was a child stared at me coldly.

"Speaking of it." The atmosphere was silent for a long time, and I thought it would be dawn if the relative silence continued, so I opened my mouth first to break the silence: "Uncle Obito, why are you here?"

"Call me 'Madara' here."

"Oh."

I changed my words politely: "Madara, why are you here?"

He snorted and said, "Let me see how you think about it."

It took me a long time to turn my dull mind before I turned a corner and remembered what he was referring to.

I narrowed my eyes and said, "I can't leave now."

"Oh? Do you want to continue the investigation?"

Obito Uchiha looked at me with great interest: "What did you find out about what happened back then?"

I hesitated for a moment, and chose an unimportant but true truth and said to him: "The Uchiha clan...it seems that they haven't fully integrated into Konoha?"

Uncle Obito laughed suddenly, at first he was still laughing in a hoarse voice, but his laughter became louder and more presumptuous.I couldn't tell that his laughter was happy, but it seemed like some kind of whine to vent his emotions.

"Ha...it seems that you are really smart."

After a long time, his laughter gradually stopped, and he gave me a sideways glance.

"At a time when your brother only knew how to chase after your brother, but you found a different way to find out the origin of the Uchiha clan... No, it should be said that this kind of thing can be seen by a bystander..."

He murmured meaningfully.

I waited with bated breath for his next words.

"You're right, the Uchiha clan is indeed not integrated into Konoha. Not only that, this ignorant and narrow group is even crowding out Uchiha Itachi who is a genius."

Finally, Uchiha Obito spoke again.

"This is what finally made Uchiha Itachi, your elder brother gave up the clan... and his younger brother. He expected his younger brother to get rid of the influence of the Uchiha clan in Konoha, but he didn't expect... he was stupid My younger brother is still on the old path of the Uchiha clan."

With a deliberately coaxing tone, Uchiha Obito broke away from the false voice belonging to "Uchiha Madara" and returned to his original voice: "If you...your eyes can see the Uchiha clan clearly , and even the decay of this world?"

The author has something to say: Update, Brother Tu appears again.

Those words behind Uncle Obito are basically misleading Chalazhu 233333

Treating Sasuke and Charasuke are two completely different types, and Brother Tu also chooses to use different methods to treat these two people.If Sasuke is the type who needs a little stimulation to go to extremes as Obito wishes, Charasuke is the type who will not collapse if his sober mind is not stimulated to the end.And at this time, Brother Tu also hopes that Sasuke can kill Brother Itachi to get the power of Kaleidoscope Sharingan. At this time, he will not let Chala help find out the real truth so that Sasuke and Brother Itachi can reconcile.

Finally, thank you to those who love me, and I love you too.

Thanks to the little angels for throwing overlord tickets!I have seen all the compliments on me!Thank you =3=!