[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

The turbulent week passed, and the aftermath of the silt incident finally almost dissipated, and Fei Shi secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Saturday, Shizuoka, 6:27am.

In the personal training room, a discussion is unfolding in a new way.

"Very good, the speed has increased again." The man in black suddenly turned his head to avoid the boy's attack, and praised him like this.

The praised Fei Shi didn't express anything, and then stepped forward to change the center of gravity, soaring lightly into the air and using a whip kick.

The speed was one grade faster than before, bringing out the sound of whistling wind.

Aizawa Xiaota's heart trembled slightly, knowing that Fei Shi was too strong to take it hard, he took a few steps back to avoid the attack, and at the same time threw out the restraint belt to prevent him from chasing him again.

However, a week ago, he was able to catch the boy's restraint belt accurately, but this time he dodged it.

--what?

Aizawa was surprised for a moment, and quickly looked at the young man who squatted down to avoid his attack, and unexpectedly found that his green eyes had turned into a magnificent red, and three pitch-black hook jades were inlaid in it, showing his strength and beauty at a glance.

"That's...?" He cried out in shock, before he had time to react, he was hit on the jaw by a punch that suddenly came in front of him, and he flew backwards weakly, until he hit the wall before stopping.

The back of his head hit a solid wall, and there were bursts of humming in his ears, everything in front of him was doubled, and his mind went blank.

Fei Shi's fist was very heavy, but he had already kept his hand, otherwise Aizawa would be a bloody corpse now.

Aizawa slumped to the ground weakly, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the young man looking down at him from afar.

The boy is tall and tall, his body is thin but not weak at all, his muscles are smooth and good-looking, with a sense of lean strength.

He was wearing the same tight-fitting combat uniform as Aizawa's, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, revealing a section of white forearm with contrasting colors, without a trace of fat, perfect like a work of art.

But they are by no means fragile and fragile like works of art.

Aizawa gritted his teeth and rolled to avoid the gleaming hidden weapon, and half-kneeled on the ground, looking at Fei Shi's extremely dangerous eyes, which were darkened.

This is what he means to be serious.

The punch just now, those hidden weapons embedded in the wall aimed at the vital points, and the aura emanating from Fei Shi that makes his whole body tense, all remind him how different Fei Shi is now from before.

"Those eyes, are your personality—a new way of using [Chakra]?" He stood up and asked in a deep voice, grabbing the restraints with both hands.

Since childhood, not many people have figured out Fei Shi's "personality". Outsiders only know that this child has a very strong personality, a strong personality that is very suitable for fighting against enemies.

Only Aizawa Shouta and a few colleagues and friends who have a good relationship with him know that Fei Shi has filled in the unfamiliar term [Chakra] in the government's personality record.

Aizawa personally believes that this is a special energy contained in Feishi's body, which can allow him to launch strange attacks in an instant, and can also make him breathe fire and thunder, heal wounds, and do many incredible things.

Moreover, his personality cannot be erased by himself.

There are too many secrets hidden in this kid who suddenly appeared on the street ten years ago.

Hearing Aizawa's question, Fei Shi's expression remained unchanged: "This..."

He paused tantalizingly, and then, under Aizawa's eyes, he disappeared in place.

The blocking arm collided with the fist, and the bone made an overwhelmed sound.

Aizawa snorted, and the boy's indifferent voice sounded in his ears.

"—You just take it as it is."

After opening Sharingan, the world is different in Uchiha's eyes.

The color fades, the frequency of the opponent's breathing, the degree of muscle tension, the location of the eyes, the trajectory of the movement... everything unfolds in front of the eyes in the form of slow motion, making parrying and counterattacking as easy as breathing.

Sometimes, just as the opponent has just established the method and location of the move in his mind, he will find that the opponent on the opposite side has completed the defense, and thus have the idea of ​​"I have been seen through" and "Can this person predict the future?"

But in fact, this is nothing more than a prediction, which is the essence of the "eye of insight".

"It's too slow, Xiaota." Fei Shi said lightly, grabbing the restraint belt that seemed to him to be extremely slow. It seemed that he was looking for a dead end, but Aizawa found that he couldn't pull it off. He has become a signal to take the initiative.

The teenager grabbed the restraint belt with his other hand and destroyed its attack trajectory, wrapped it around his arm, then turned around to press the restraint belt and swung it vigorously, and threw the shocked man into the air. There is going to be a long-range shoulder throw.

As a last resort, Aizawa let go of the weapon he was relying on, turned over in the air and landed again, staggered a step back, and looked at the boy who had surrendered his weapon with a sullen face. It was treated with [-] points of caution.

In the previous battles, he could vaguely sense that Fei Shi didn't try his best, but he didn't expect that his strength had reached this point, and he could almost gain the upper hand in the battle against him.

Looking at the calm, calm and even indifferent expression of the child he raised, Aizawa suddenly felt a sense of strangeness in his heart.

Is this person really only 15 years old? ... Is he really the Fei Shi he knows?

"I am the real Uchiha Hishi." Hishi threw away the restraint belt as if he knew what Aizawa was thinking, and said in a flat tone.

Aizawa's Adam's apple rolled up and down, he calmed down, and fixed his eyes on it.

In the blink of an eye, the boy and the man fought together again.After a few rounds, their movements were too fast to be seen clearly, only a few afterimages could be vaguely seen.

But Aizawa could still feel that every move he made was seen through by Fei Shi.

Sharingan extremely consumes Chakra, which makes most Uchihas not good at protracted warfare, but Uchiha Feishi is definitely not on this list.

Senju Tobima once identified that the amount of chakra in the heyday of Feishi was only slightly inferior to that of Senju Hashirama, that is to say, looking at the entire ninja world, his physical strength belongs to dragon and phoenix, even if he drives Susano to fight for a day No problem overnight.

His clever mind makes him good at illusion, his rich chakra and excellent talent make him proficient in ninjutsu, coupled with his innate physical fitness, superb chakra control and rich combat experience, his physical skills Reaching the pinnacle, it is difficult to have an opponent.

The legendary all-round genius probably refers to someone like him.

When Aizawa Yuta was thrown to the ground and could no longer move, only 10 minutes had passed.

This is the case when Fei Shi didn't use any "little tricks" that belonged to ninjas.

At this moment, Aizawa, who was in pain all over his body, was pinned to the ground by Himeyo's wrist, unable to move, panting heavily, showing a toothache and frustrated expression.

"How perverted are you, kid? ... You still use Kunai, a ninja, are you?!"

"That's right, I'm a ninja." The unharmed Fei Shi replied calmly, and let go of him.

Aizawa gritted his back molars and got up, turned over and sat on the ground, "hissing" to check his arms while sucking in air.

In order to block it, the outer sides of his two forearms had all turned bruised, and when he touched it, it was hot and painful like needle pricks.

But Aizawa didn't care about this injury, raised his eyes to look at Fei Shi seriously, and asked, "Where did those weapons come from?"

Fei Shi blinked, lowered his head and gently grabbed his hand, looking down at his injury.

"...Sorry, I'm a bit heavy handed." He whispered, holding Aizawa with one hand and attaching it with the other, green light appeared from his palm.

Aizawa frowned strangely, seeing Fei Shi lowered his brows and frowned slightly, silently showing a somewhat docile and distressed look, his fingertips curled up inadvertently.

He felt that his position with the other party was suddenly reversed, Fei Shi became the elder, and he seemed to be the one being taken care of.

...whatever it is.

Aizawa forced himself to interrupt his weird thoughts, and continued to say harshly: "I'm asking you a question. Where did you get those weapons?"

After a pause, he said more seriously: "And your tricks, your sudden leaps and bounds today... It doesn't look like something a child of your age can do. What's going on?"

The man's hoarse and deep voice echoed in the messy training room.

Fei Shi kept his healing posture unchanged, slowly raised his eyes, his blue pupils were as deep as the sea, and he couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

Such aggressive eyes, like those of a ruthless predator, made Aizawa feel like he was being slaughtered instantly, and his whole body tensed up subconsciously.

"I told you the answer a long time ago. It is you who have been unwilling to delve into my origin."

Fei Shi didn't care about his vigilance, and spoke in the same tone as usual, even more gently.

He put down Aizawa's hand, raised his hand and made a mudra with one hand, and under Aizawa's astonished gaze, he became an adult who was about his age.

The boy's stature was instantly raised, and the hand holding Aizawa was even slender than him. His amazing facial features had matured over time, and he was unprecedentedly handsome and imposing.

He leaned close to a bruise on the corner of Aizawa's mouth, stroked it with his fingertips, and the magnetic low-pitched voice seemed to ring in Aizawa's ear, and the elongated call, intentionally or unintentionally, scratched someone's heart like a feather.

"Isn't it? Xiao-too."

Aizawa Shouta's expression suddenly went blank.

【"Xiaotai?"】

[...Don't call me by my name directly, add honorifics. 】

In my memory, the boy who was only five years old looked up at him indifferently, his eyes were wise and deep, which made people feel palpitations at the first glance.

He turned a deaf ear to Aizawa's request, as if for provocation, he stretched his voice indifferently, and called out again: 【"Xiao-tai."】

The air froze for a moment.

Fei Shi put down his hand abruptly.White smoke flashed past, and he turned into a boy again, standing up and looking down at Aizawa, his expression was indifferent and calm, without any sense of aggression just now.

He said naturally, "Don't take it seriously, you lied to me."

Aizawa's fingertips trembled violently.

His dazed brows and eyes were condensed again, and he looked at Fei Shi expressionlessly.

Fei Shi seemed unaware, and continued to explain:

"There is a ninja shop in Tokyo. The things in it are quite real. The weapons come from there. I basically spend all my pocket money on it. Some of the tricks are created by myself, and some are learned from other heroes. I used to hide them. , because I am afraid of being treated as a monster if I show it, so I don’t want to hide it today. That’s all, it’s gone.”

Aizawa Xiao was too silent, staring at the young man as if a storm was brewing in his eyes, but at the same time it seemed that there was nothing there, like a piece of space was missing, forming a blank chaos.

Fei Shi didn't speak, just let him look at him calmly.

In the end, Aizawa Shouta didn't say anything, but suddenly turned his face away, stood up and backed away with an indistinguishable expression, and finally turned around and hurried out the door.

The cherry-haired boy stood on the spot without any intention of catching up. He just turned his eyes and looked quietly at the restraint belt that was left by the man in the corner and which he never let go of.

Based on this alone, the turmoil in the seemingly calm man's heart just now could not be more obvious.

After a while, Fei Shi left the training room and came to the empty living room. Turning his head casually, he saw a steaming breakfast for one person on the dining table.

He was slightly taken aback.

【"Akashi asked me to go to the press conference of the new work on Saturday."】

【"Saturday? What time?"】

【"I'm not sure yet, maybe I'll go out after breakfast."】

【“…”】

The clock on the wall ticked slightly.

The cherry-haired boy stood quietly on the spot, silently staring at the usual breakfast.

After a long while, he raised his hand and gently wiped the thumb that touched Aizawa just now on the corner of his mouth.

The turbulent and degenerate emotions swallowed him up in an instant.