[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

The blood-red path stretches across the ravine-ridden land.

The cherry-haired young man galloped along the path. Wherever he went, the raindrops were still and the sound of the wind was hidden. The only things moving were the clocks and their owners in the bloody eyes.

Uchiha Feishi leaped to a commanding height, looking down at the battle at his feet, his breathing was a little short due to the long time running around.

Under the chaotic abyss, the chakras between Uchiha Madara and Senjuzhuru have run out, and they have entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat.Senshou Zhujian's left arm hangs down weakly, apparently broken, and he only holds a Taidao with his right hand.

On the opposite side of him, Uchiha Madara held a sickle in his left hand and a fan in the back. Although he was panting rapidly, he was obviously in much better condition than Hashirama.

He looked at Hashirama who was in a state of distress, and raised the corners of his mouth sarcastically.

"This time, it's your turn to throw it away."

As soon as the words fell, the two confronting people rushed towards each other at the same time.

The swords and lights crisscrossed, and Qianshou Zhujian fell down.

Madara stood proudly on the surface of the water, his hair was wetted by the fine rain, and a string of water droplets flowed down the corners of his slightly hooked mouth.

"It's me standing there." He said, turning around to face the fallen Hashirama, with a cheerful and disdainful expression, "It's the exact opposite of that time."

Senshou Zhujian half-knelt up from the water with great effort, and didn't respond to him, but his eyes became deep and painful.

"The dream has just come true...I want to protect it."

Whispers like talking to himself overflowed from his mouth, he clenched his fists bit by bit, and closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear it.

Madara looked down at him, frowning slightly in bewilderment.

In the next second, the mutation mutated.

"clang!"

The sound of weapons colliding came from behind, Madara's pupils shrank, and he turned around to block like lightning, but he didn't want to see a scene that shocked him so much.

"Crimson World?! You..."

He stared wide-eyed, looking in disbelief at the man who swung a knife and blocked another attack between the pillars behind him, as if suddenly realizing something, he suddenly turned to look at the original black-haired man: "Could it be?!"

"Well, that's the Wood Dun clone|body."

Fei Shi took back the knife that he had knocked into the air, and put it back in the hands of the stiff and still Hashirama body as it was, while affirming his guess in a flat voice.

Madara looked back at him in astonishment, showing a look of disappointment or melancholy, and said with a gray face, "I was stabbed from the back...?"

"Ah, I also find it incredible."

Fei Shi settled Zhujian, looked at him with a blank face, and his eyes drifted to his back, "After all, you are a person with such a sensitive back."

"...shut up, you bastard."

"?"

The young man with cherry hair who was just telling the truth seemed a little puzzled, but he saw the face with dark eyes, and closed his mouth obediently.

Madara sighed tiredly, looked at the still rain around him, then at Hashirama with empty eyes, and finally at the ticking clock in Fei Shi's eyes, and said with a complicated expression: "This is Your ability? To stop time?"

Fei Shi shook his head, looking at him with some hesitation.

Madara: "...you can talk now."

Fei Shi immediately denied with a blank expression; "No, what you are seeing now is me tomorrow night. At this point in time, I should still be performing an assassination mission in the Kingdom of Grass. You and I are now in the gap between time, so here Everything is static."

Ban Wenyan raised his eyebrows, and said with some surprise: "So you mean that you can span time and change the past?"

"There is a time limit. At present, it cannot exceed one day, and there are side effects."

Fei Shi pointed to the black pointer in his eyes that was still receding, and explained to him calmly.

Madara's heart skipped a beat.

"...Side effects? What kind of side effects? Is it harmful to your body?"

He lowered his voice, frowned and stared at him closely, thinking that it was his own carelessness that caused this situation, his expression was inevitably filled with annoyance.

Fei Shi didn't notice the change in Madara's mood.He just glanced at the huge clock next to him that no one else could see, and said in an almost relaxed tone:

"It has no effect on my body, but I will leave this time point immediately after the ability is released, and go to decades later. That's all."

He was immersed in his own thoughts, and there was a little light in his eyes, but he didn't notice that he was completely stunned as soon as his voice fell.

——That's all... huh?

He looked deeply at the expressionless person as always, and silently clasped his hands hidden in his sleeves.

After a while, as if he finally noticed Madara's unusual silence, Fei Shi turned his head and looked at him.

The heavy rain wet the whole body of the cherry-haired young man, but it did not damage his beauty at all. The red eyes were stained with water vapor in the rain, and looked as magnificent as bright rubies.

Madara hasn't seen Uchiha Hime for many years, but because of the damn Yin seal, this person still looks as young and handsome as before.

Decades have passed, and this person has always looked like this since the first time we met, just like his indifferent nature, which has never changed in the slightest.

However, even knowing what a ruthless person he is, Madara still plunged into it without hesitation, and never regretted it.

Thinking of this, he gradually softened his stiff eyebrows, and even raised the corners of his lips helplessly.

Half my life has gone through vicissitudes, but this person is still the same as when I first met.

In fact, it's good for him to keep like this, at least...

Thinking of this, Madara suddenly loosened her clasped palms, chuckled, and stepped forward to hold his hand.

"Decades later... well, then this should be the last time we meet."

He paused, then added in his heart: Temporary.

Fei Shi tilted his head and glanced at him, and said as a matter of course: "Your physical condition is quite optimistic, and it is not impossible to live for decades, and there is still a chance to meet."

"No, even if I'm still alive, I won't meet you again." Madara resolutely vetoed it, seeing that Fei Shi was puzzled and wanted to say something, he gritted his teeth and sighed secretly, and reached out to grab his collar , took the initiative to kiss him.

The world is still, everything is silent, breathing is intertwined, lips and teeth are intertwined.

This is a different kiss from the past, covering almost all of Uchiha Madara's feelings, and it is no longer restrained as before.

Fei Shi lowered his eyes silently, looked at the eyelashes trembling slightly, and suddenly an idea popped up in his heart.

——From today on, Madara will be alone too, right?

The moment this idea just appeared in his mind, Uchiha Madara let him go.

He took a few breaths, stretched out his hand to caress the corner of Fei Shi's lips, and there was a slight smile on his lips.

"That's good, Fei Shi, all along... Thank you."

He whispered, the slightly closed eyelids prevented Fei Shi from seeing the expression in his eyes clearly.But he quickly withdrew all his tenderness, raised his eyes to Feishi, and suddenly became the extremely paranoid and arrogant Uchiha Madara who was pursuing something.

"—Now, remove your ability and let me be 'killed' by Hashirama."

Facing Fei Shi's slightly astonished gaze, he said firmly.

Uchiha Madara fell.

Of course, that's Madara who used Izanaki, and soon after, the fact of his death will be changed and he will be resurrected.

The young man with cherry hair stood in the crack of time where no one could see, silently watching Tomona lead someone to arrive a day ago and take away the "corpse" of Hashirama and Madara, without the slightest fluctuation in his blood-red eyes.

The place that will become the Valley of the End in the future became quiet again, Fei Shi listened to the non-stop "tick" sound around him, and slowly closed his eyes.

The clock stopped.

The counter-rotating pointer began to rotate in the opposite direction at several times the original speed, the complicated decorations interlaced quickly, the red path disappeared quickly, the sound of mechanical operation was chilling, and the time returned returned to its place.

Then, with a "click", the three hands overlapped again, and the tips of different lengths pointed to the zero o'clock. The huge clock disappeared from behind Fei Shi, and then appeared in front of him.

The second hand moves.

Fei Shi opened his eyes, there was neither sadness nor joy in his blue pupils, he quietly stared at the clock that started to move in front of him, his pupils shrank slightly.

"It's finally moving... I thought I was going to stay in this era of [Zero Point] forever."

He murmured, and raised his hand towards the moving second hand, and without accident, he passed it directly without touching it.

He didn't force it, and turned his head to look at the rain that hadn't stopped around him, showing a little surprised expression.

"...Is there still [time] left for this era?"

He was talking to himself thoughtfully, reaching out his hand to touch the fine raindrops.

There was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, and the outstretched hand was held, and the cold touch was transmitted along the fingertips.

"That [time] is reserved for me, right?"

A dusty white-haired man appeared in front of him out of thin air, his whole body was drenched, and his dark red eyes looked straight at him.

Fei Shi silently felt the excessive force in his hands, and let out a silent breath.

"...This is my ability."

Fei Shi held a simple oil-paper umbrella for the two of them, walked on the Konoha street in the rain, made a brief summary, and then said: "If you have any questions, just ask, I will not hide, I will tell you everything .”

Qianshou looked at him with a frown, and asked cautiously: "So, you didn't save Madara?"

"...Mmm." Fei Shi looked ahead and nodded slowly.

The frown in Feijian frowned even tighter, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to look directly at himself, with an extremely stern expression: "Look at me and say it again, did you save Madara?"

Fei Shi stopped as he said, and looked at him without hesitation, and said in a cold but affirmative tone: "No. I watched Madara fall to the ground with my own eyes in the end."

"Then why did you activate this incredible ability? Could it be that during the time when I couldn't find you, did you just stay in the gap between time and watch Madara fight my big brother?"

Feijian remained unmoved, his eyes were sharp and insightful, and he caught the doubts and asked them without giving an inch.

Fei Shi looked at him expressionlessly, his blue eyes were stagnant, devoid of any emotion, he looked like a puppet who didn't care about anything.

The hand clasping his shoulder between the thousand hands shrank subconsciously.

In the next second, Fei Shi blinked, the deep swirling eyes and the silent pressure disappeared, he put his hand on the back of Fei Jian's hand, and said calmly: "Believe me, Fei Jian, you will never have to Worry about him."

Toboma looked at him suspiciously, but still didn't seem to believe it.

Fei Shi pressed the back of his head and kissed him expressionlessly, then pressed his forehead and asked quietly: "Feijian, when did I ever lie to you?"

Qian Shou was stunned, and after realizing it, a trace of embarrassment quickly disappeared on his face, he pushed him away, and stammered: "You, what are you doing? This is on the street!"

Fei Shi seemed indifferent and puzzled: "What's the matter? It's still early, no one will see it."

"Then you can't—"

"Teacher Feijian... Lord Feishi?"

The boy's hesitant voice came from one side, interrupting the unfinished words in the room, and made him turn his head alertly, then looked at the person with some embarrassment, and put on a serious face unconsciously: "...it's a mirror .”

The boy with curly hair held an umbrella in one hand and a paper bag in the other, and stood in front of the dumpling shop looking at them in a daze.

After Fei Shi also looked over, he quickly recovered from the unknown stupefaction, his eyes drifted unconsciously, his fair cheeks were slightly flushed, and he bowed slightly awkwardly: "Yes, that... Good morning, good morning."

"Morning. Dumplings for breakfast? That's a good idea."

Fei Shi obviously didn't feel anything wrong. He glanced at the dumpling shop behind the boy, raised his hand to rub the boy's soft curly hair, and praised him from the bottom of his heart.

Jing opened his mouth and looked up at him in surprise, his black eyes were wide open, and he looked a little at a loss while holding the paper bag, his small earlobes turned pink: "Thank you, thank you for your compliment." ..."

Fei Jian hugged his chest indifferently and speechlessly, and snorted lightly: "It's a good idea to eat something as sweet as dumplings for breakfast, and you're the only one."

"No, the charm of dango is limitless, isn't it, Kagami?"

Fei Shi denied him solemnly, took advantage of the situation and embraced the young man's slender shoulders, pulling the alliance for himself in a serious manner.

"This..." Uchiha Kagami stood there at a loss, obviously not knowing what to say, his neck turned red from embarrassment.

Feijian frowned imperceptibly.

At this moment, a cheerful and loud voice sounded from behind Jing: "Jing, what are you still standing here for? Go away—Teacher Token?!"

The young man with a flexible figure saw the stern-faced teacher outside the door at a glance, and immediately showed a look of surprise, looked back into the shop, and noticed Fei Shi before he really turned back: "Didn't you just... ah! And Master Feishi! Good morning!"

Fei Jian glanced at Fei Shi quickly, and there was nothing unusual on his face, only his brows were furrowed more tightly: "Monkey, why are you so idle so early in the morning? Have you completed the training task I assigned?"

Hiruzaru Sarutobi immediately became nervous: "I'm very sorry! Not yet! Go and finish it now!"

"It's raining now, training has to wait until the rain stops, right?" Fei Shi looked at the rain in the sky and said.

Fei Jian's face darkened.

The majesty accumulated by the teacher on weekdays played a role, and Hiruzaru Sarutobi, who had a flexible mind, was shocked and immediately noticed something.

Although he didn't see what happened before, he still had a clear memory of the gossip circulating in the village, and he knew that there was something wrong with his teacher and Mr. Village Grass.

Combined with what I saw in the store just now, let's look at the teacher who is alone with an umbrella and his face is still dark, and finally look at the scarlet face who is holding his friend's shoulders and standing against him under the eaves. After the death, the young man cleverly made up the whole situation.

So he immediately stepped forward and grabbed his little friend, straightened his back and said loudly: "Then we will leave the teacher first! As soon as the rain stops, we will start training immediately! Let's go!"

"Ah... um!" Jing glanced at the teacher, then at Fei Shi, saluted hurriedly and was dragged away by the little friend.

After leaving, there was still the faint sound of conversation behind him.

"Tokuma, it's really a good idea to cook dumplings for breakfast—"

"Shut up and don't even think about it."

"……Oh."

Ri Zhan, who was also curious to eavesdrop, snickered, and said to the mirror mysteriously while running: "Hey, don't look at Teacher Tokena being so fierce now, I saw his shadow in the store before I came out| Yes! So the legend is true, and Teacher Feima and Master Feishi are really a couple!"

"...Well, it should be, I saw them kissing when I came out just now." Jing hesitated for a moment, but still nodded in affirmation.

Ri Zhan immediately expressed the excitement that a boy of this age should have for love: "Really?! Wow... Teacher Feijian is really amazing..."

Jing looked back at the sakura-colored figure who had gone away, and his tone wavered: "Ah... well, it's really amazing."

After all, Master Fei Shi is such a beautiful person.

Suddenly, eyes full of longing met a pair of cold red eyes.

Uchiha mirror's heart jumped, and he turned his head suddenly, his heartbeat broke through the limit in an instant, he bit his lower lip blushingly, and fell silent completely.

Qianshou Feijian quickly put the sudden discovery behind him.

There are so many men and women in the village who covet the youth with cherry hair, and there are many outstanding ones among them. The admiration of the students is not enough for him to take it seriously.

What he values ​​most now is undoubtedly another matter.

"How long can you stay?"

Tomona leaned against the kitchen door frame and looked at the bored people at the dining table, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Well...it may be a few hours, or it may leave in the next second, I don't know."

Fei Shi rested his chin on one hand and looked at the clock that only he could see, and answered casually.

Three hours and 32 minutes have passed since he was deactivated, and the clock has reached 32:[-], and it is still going forward.

"... Then, how long will you go?" Tobima secretly clenched his hands.

"I don't know about this." Fei Shi said bluntly, raised his eyes to see Fei Jian's expression, and suddenly said: "Fei Jian, what exactly do you want to ask?"

"...you see it again?"

"It's too obvious that you hesitate to speak."

"Okay." Fei Jian struggled for a second, and finally played his usual vigorous and resolute style, and asked simply: "Will you come back?"

"will not."

Fei Shi denied it without hesitation.

There was a moment of suffocation between the doors, but in the next second, he laughed lightly.

"You're still the same."

He said with some relief, then turned to look at the miso soup that was being cooked, his voice seemed a little distant: "I don't care about other people's feelings at all."

"Because it's too difficult for me." Fei Shi admitted frankly, got up and came to the kitchen door, leaned on the door like Toikama just now, and observed Toikama's expression.

"So... Feijian, are you [reluctant]?"

He asked uncertainly.

He cast a sideways glance at him: "If I say yes, will you stay?"

Fei Shi still did not hesitate: "No."

As expected, the white-haired man snorted softly and fell silent.

He pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, then suddenly threw a paper bag to Fei Shi without looking back.

Fei Shi subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, smelling the sweet smell inside, a slight surprise flashed across his face.

Tobima never allowed him to eat sweets before meals, why today...

He looked up at the white-haired man who didn't even look at him, and suddenly understood something.

The thought that popped up in front of Madara before came out again.

——After he leaves, will Feijian be alone too?

Fei Shi didn't know how this thought came about, at least in his previous life, such thinking had never appeared in his mind.

Is that a kind of thinking about the impact one has on others, an exploration of the living conditions of other people, or... vague [care]?

Fei Shi was surprised by his own conclusion.

He looked at the busy back of Feijian, and asked tentatively: "Fijian, do you think I care about you?"

Fei Jian was stunned for a moment, returned a questioning look, and said lightly: "You only care about others when you think you should care."

"..."

"But I know better than anyone that you yourself are not interested in the feelings of others."

As the white-haired man spoke, he withdrew his gaze, and his tone was filled with the usual flatness.

"You were just playing [human] all this time."

Because of this, those seemingly gentle illusions appear when staying by this person's side.But at its root, all the concern is obtained through poor imitation, so the essence is rough and indifferent, which is frightening.

But this is Uchiha Hime.

He is also hopeless, so he can't think about falling in love with such a guy.

Thinking of this, Qianshou Feijian unconsciously evoked an extremely imperceptible smile on his lips.

"Is that so..." Fei Shi thought thoughtfully, looking down at the ground.

That's right.

From beginning to end, he was such an emotionless monster.

But where did such an idea come from?

Fei Shi was thinking blankly, his blue eyes were full of trance, and then slowly enlarged at a certain moment later.

--what.

--correct.

"Do you know why I don't use this ability to save Quanna?"

When he spoke abruptly, his slightly cold voice sounded distorted.

Feijian glanced at him unexpectedly, followed his train of thought and asked, "Why?"

The young man who was watching quietly turned his head, with a calm and cruel expression on his face.

"Because I want to know what [loneliness] is."

He spoke every word, his jade-like eyes were cold and inorganic, without any warmth in them.

The door froze.

Before he could comprehend the meaning of this sentence, Fei Shi suddenly averted his eyes and stopped looking at him, putting an end to all questioning and deepening.

The clean and tidy room fell silent, only the sound of boiling soup was still making.

Until Qianshouban broke the embarrassing silence.

"So, after all, Quan Nai changed you. Although there is only a little bit that is hard to detect, he did make you curious about emotions. Isn't that right?"

Fei Shi still looked at the side, silent for no apparent reason.

Feijian sighed helplessly, and said frankly: "From this point alone, I am still very grateful to him."

"...Why?" Fei Shi asked in a low voice.

"Because I think it's good for you."

Tomona answered with a normal expression, put on her apron and started frying fish.

Fei Shi finally turned his gaze back and glanced at him with dark eyes.

"……You too."

He froze for a moment: "What?"

"You and Quanna, Madara, and my parents and sister, you are all the same. Obviously I didn't do anything, but you just did a lot of unnecessary things for me."

Tobema frowned: "Do you think this is unnecessary?"

Fei Shi looked at him in a daze, showing some doubts because of his slightly angry look.

"I... I don't know what this means."

He said hesitantly, his tone full of uncertainty.

Looking at his confused look with a frown, Fei Jian's heart softened unconsciously.

He turned his head to turn off the fire, feeling helpless and amused uncontrollably in his heart, besides—of course, there was also a trace of inexplicable distress.

He couldn't bear to watch this dazzling person be so confused.

If you only rely on your own thinking, how long will it take for this person who cannot develop feelings to understand the painstaking efforts of others?

So the unkind and cruel second master of Qianshou sighed softly, put down the spatula and walked in front of Feishi, and said softly in an unbelievably patient tone: "Listen well, Feishi, you and I The reason why the family did this—"

He deliberately concealed the names of the two people who made him unhappy, looked directly at the pair of eyes that would make him feel the same throbbing at any time, and said seriously and gently: "It is because [love] made us [dedication] .”

Confusion suddenly appeared in the blue eyes.

"...Love makes you dedicate?" He murmured and repeated, with genuine puzzlement in his eyes.

Tokai nods: "Yes."

Fei Shi was silent for a while.

"Just because of love?"

"Just because that's enough."

"……without return?"

"without return."

"...Even if you don't get any response?"

Feijian suddenly smiled lightly.

He reached out and rubbed Fei Shi's soft cherry hair, pressed the back of his head, and gently pressed a kiss on his lips.

"Ah, even without any response."

A hoarse voice echoed quietly in his ears.

Fei Shi stared blankly at Fei Jian, his eyes were searching and confused, as if he had just met him again, which made Fei Jian feel his earlobe burning uncontrollably.

He coughed lightly, returned to the cooking table as if nothing had happened, and brought up another topic he cared about: "It's already this time, just tell me the truth, Fei Shi."

His voice sank slightly, with a little dignified meaning.

"—Where are you from?"

"..."

Fei Shi blinked slowly, with a hint of admiration in his expression.

"As expected of you. Where did you see that?"

"A lot of things." Feima replied calmly, "Including your confusing life experience, various words of prophets, and your previous performance at the ramen shop... many, many."

After he finished speaking, he fell silent, and when he heard the people around him be silent for a while, he responded in a flat voice: "Well, then I'll tell you...Actually, you should have guessed something yourself, right?"

"—I am not of your contemporaries."

The breath between the doors was suddenly suffocated, and I felt that my brain had a momentary strike.

He has a lot of research on time and space ninjutsu, so he vaguely discovered the clue, but even if he had already vaguely guessed it, it was still too exciting to hear himself admit it.

Before he could fully digest this fact, Fei Shi calmly repeated it.

“I left home when I turned on the Kaleidoscope Sharingan. The abilities of these eyes are too complicated, even I don’t fully understand it myself, but what is certain is that whenever the clock in the eyes stops, it is me. When going to another point in time along the timeline."

His heart skipped a beat, and he looked at him in shock: "Then you now?"

"Well, still going."

Fei Shi nodded affirmatively to him, and opened the kaleidoscope Sharingan to show him.

The time of the two blood-red clocks was heading towards half past three.

Fei Shi quickly put them away, and continued to explain: "The Warring States Period you live in is my first stop. This kind of time travel consumes a lot of energy and Chakra, so when you first saw me, I That's why it's so weak."

"...Is there no limit to the activation of this ability?"

The voice between the doors sounded a little hoarse.

Fei Shi glanced at him strangely: "Of course not. My preliminary estimate is that the triggering condition is the same as my disease cure method, which is [emotion]. My family has given me 18 years of love and brought me here , and you, Quanna and Madara..."

He frowned slightly and thought for a moment before sighing regretfully: "The time is too short, let me wait 20 years at most."

He looked at him with a frown, not knowing what to say.

Fei Shi thought for a while, and then said: "By the way, there is another point, from the moment I leave home, my own time stops."

The frown between the doors became tighter and tighter: "My own time has stopped? What do you mean?"

"It means to stop growing in the literal sense. For so many years, I didn't rely on the yin seal to keep my appearance unchanged. It was just a cover to prevent me from being caught as a monster and studied."

Facing the astonished gaze from Feijian, Fei Shi said the unbelievable truth in a calm tone: "That's right, it's exactly what you think, my physical age hasn't increased for more than ten years, I've always been .”

There was a wordless silence between the doors, quietly digesting the unbelievable facts.

Fei Shi stared at him blankly for a while, then returned to the living room because he was bored, sat back at the dining table bored, and opened the dessert that Tobima bought for him.

After a long while, Fei Jian turned around and continued cooking breakfast, and said with a complicated expression while loading the plates: "The last question, Fei Shi, you..."

"Huh?" came a lazy reply from the living room.

Feijian paused, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and quickly asked, "How long ago did you come from?"

"How long...how should I put it?"

Fei Shituo looked at the clock at 59:[-], and said in a casual tone: "Your elder brother's granddaughter is my mother's teacher. It will be so long later."

The kitchen was quiet for a while, and then came a voice from the door, feeling lost; "...Really."

——It was really a long time, a long time later.

He felt a little stuffy in his chest, which made him take a deep breath before he walked out of the kitchen with the prepared breakfast, and called out in the same tone as usual: "Eat first——"

The voice trying to keep calm stopped abruptly.

The rain outside the window spilled into the room, and I saw the dumpling scattered on the table.