[Naruto] Three Ways

It was a dark and quiet night, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky, and it had rained in the afternoon. Although the sky was clear at this time, the moonlight still looked bleak and pale when it penetrated the faint mist and cast it on the earth.The hoarse insects sounded among the withered grass, no longer the prosperity of summer, and sparsely scattered, as if it was the last struggle of these weak lives in autumn.

Uchiha Madara sat motionless on the ground, his face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he didn't even breathe clearly. At this time, he might be believed to be a ghost or a zombie.

The man who looked like a demon god on the battlefield was stunned at this moment, his eyes were blurred due to staring at the same place for too long, his eye sockets were extremely dry, and the meridians in his eyes were even aching.

The feeling of physical discomfort told him that he should close his eyes and take a good rest.But Madara just blinked, and after finding that the blurred vision had not been relieved, in order to see what was in front of him more clearly, he opened Sharingan.

With the eternal kaleidoscope Sharingan, there is no longer any risk of blindness, and the pupil power is stronger than ever.

However, when he got these eyes, Madara, who was pursuing power, was not happy at all.

How can you be happy?

This is his younger brother, his Quanna, the eyes entrusted to him at the end of his life...

In front of Madara stood a stone tablet, on which Uchiha Quanna's name was more dazzling than the bright sun at noon, his eyes, his heart, and his soul were all pierced with pain.

His last relative, the younger brother he wanted to protect the most, was lost after all.

It was as if a gap had been dug out in the heart, blood was dripping on the outside, but it was empty inside.Anger, hatred, sadness, unwillingness, despair, all negative emotions stimulated his pupil power to grow stronger.

But what's the use?

His Quan Nai was gone, lying in the cold coffin, buried in the mud, and the stone tablet engraved with his name was the last thing he left behind.

What's the use of great power if you lose what you want to protect?

Those negative emotions that have nowhere to go are suppressed to the bottom of my heart, leaving only a daze.

"Hate? Hate the person who killed him? Hate himself for being unable to protect him? Or...hate this cruel world?"

The soft voice whispered in his ear, and Madara couldn't even distinguish whether he heard the voice of the second person or whether this was the idea in his own mind.

Because he does hate everything, including himself.

Dazed for a moment, the thinking that had been stagnant for a long time finally started to work, and within a second, Madara realized that there was another person behind him.

How did this person enter Uchiha's family grave without being noticed by him?Even if his mind is seriously distracted, it is impossible for the barrier in the clan to be unresponsive!

If it was an enemy, he would have died long ago.

Shocked, Madara jumped up from the ground, raised his hand and fired a Huo Dun·Hao Long Huo, while attacking behind him, he turned around and retreated to distance himself.However, he sat down from Quannai's burial in the morning until midnight. When he got up suddenly, he felt that his limbs were numb and he couldn't use any strength.

In his heart, he secretly thought that it was terrible, but on the surface, Madara kept his expression on his face. He stepped in front of Quanna's tombstone by mistake, and then he looked at his opponent.

However, after looking at it, Madara suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his heart was turbulent - if it wasn't for the fact that the other party's hairstyle was different from his, he almost thought he saw himself.

A person with his own face and long black hair straight as a waterfall. A pair of strange eyes are exposed between the extreme black hair. There is no white in the eyes, and the whole eyes are a beautiful purple. The black ripples are centered on the pupil. Spread out in circles.

Madara had never seen or even heard of such eyes, but a strange intuition told him that the power of these eyes was extremely terrifying.

Noticing Madara's gaze, the visitor raised his hand to touch his eyes, and with a smile on his lips, he said softly, "Samsara Eye, the highest level of Sharingan evolution, it seems that you are satisfied with it?"