Every time I'm lazy, I'm putting on big things, and I'm very tired today

"woke up?"

"......"

Looking at the familiar ceiling of my home, I felt nothing in my heart.

Why do I see Kakashi's dead fish eyes every time I wake up from a coma.

Kakashi stretched out his hand and shook it in front of my eyes: "How do you feel, aren't you stupid?"

I threw the pillow over and said angrily, "...you are stupid."

He caught the pillow and put it back next to me, with an indescribable expression: "It's good that you're not stupid, I thought it was the aftereffect of the illusion, when Anbu found you in the forest, you didn't look very good... What's going on? thing?"

I sat up from the bed, took the hot towel handed by Kakashi and wiped my face.

"I saw Itachi on the way back to Konoha, and accidentally fell into his illusion."

Kakashi's expression suddenly became very strange.

"Speaking of which, Yanyi, I have some very sad news to tell you, you must keep calm after hearing it."

"What's the matter?" The bad premonition in my heart became stronger.

"S-rank rebellious ninja Uchiha Itachi, who defected after slaughtering all the Uchihas except his younger brother last night... Hey, are you okay!"

"I'm fine..."

"But you broke the corner of the table." Kakashi pierced me mercilessly.

"......" I covered my face, "I'm sorry, I'm a little excited now, and I want to be alone."

Hearing this, he sighed melancholy, got up and was about to leave.

"Then I'll go first... By the way, the third generation told you to go to Hokage's office after you wake up."

"I see." I glanced at the hesitant person standing at the door, "Is there anything else?"

"You...don't force yourself too much, just cry out if you are sad."

Kakashi looked worried, I tried to bend the corners of my mouth and gave up when I couldn't laugh.

Maybe he was right, just cry.

It's a pity that I can't squeeze a tear now.

Kakashi has left, Naruto has already gone to school, I am the only one left in the big house, so don't be too quiet.

I took off the Anbu clothes that I hadn’t changed, walked into the bathroom in silence, turned on the shower head, let the cold water sprinkle on my head, the hair was soaked and stuck to my face and back wetly. Add fuel to the flames of upset.

With a heartbroken heart, I picked up the scissors in the bathroom and cut off as much as half of my hair with a click. Then I repaired it in front of the mirror and threw the scissors and the broken hair on the ground. The water flowed into the sewer, and soon the bathroom floor was much cleaner.

Just getting a haircut seems to have used up all my strength. I held onto the cold and slippery full-length mirror in the bathroom with one hand and gasped for breath. The cold water overflowed into my eyes, making me unable to open them.

I finally turned on the hot water.

The warm water flowed from the top of my head to the soles of my feet, kissing my tight skin and relieving my anxiety and uneasiness a little bit.

My previous hunch came true.

No wonder Itachi's reaction was very strange last night. It turned out that he made such a shocking move.

But I don't believe it.

I don't believe that Itachi alone could wipe out the whole clan. Although there are many people in Uchiha who think they are noble but have no talents, Uchiha Fugaku is a kaleidoscope!If we really want to fight, there is nothing wrong with Itachi!

Therefore, there must be something strange about the Uchiha extermination.

I punched the mirror, and the center of the mirror immediately sank, and the surrounding area was instantly covered with spider web-like cracks, and the broken lens fell down with a clatter, cutting the surface of my hand.I let the glaring blood drip down the tiles from my fingers, as if I didn't feel any pain.

damn it.

I crouched down and hugged myself slowly.

What the fuck is this...

After a long time, I walked out of the bathroom, casually picked up a national uniform and put it on myself, and simply healed the wound on my hand, and went to the Hokage Building without even wearing a forehead protector.

I nodded towards the two shadows in the corridor and knocked on the door of Hokage's office.

"Come in."

Sandai sat in front of the table with his hands on his face, as if he was waiting for me.

"Yanichi, you are here, your hair is..."

"It's just a haircut to change your mood, don't worry too much about it, Hokage-sama."

I touched the braid habitually but found that there was nothing to touch, so I withdrew my hand embarrassingly.

The third generation looked a little guilty after hearing this. I don't know what he is guilty of, and I don't understand why he feels guilty.

"I'm very sorry about the Uchiha clan... Now Konoha's Uchiha is only left with Sasuke. I want to entrust him to you. I don't know what you want?"

"Okay." I said without thinking.

No matter why Itachi made such a choice, as long as he holds his brother in his hands, he will never let him go.

Sasuke is his Achilles' heel, I've known it all too well over the years.

He has to go back to Konoha to see Sasuke.

I can't help but despise my bad thoughts in my heart. When will I become such a person who uses people's weaknesses to blackmail others.

"Then I will trouble you. They are all descendants of the great clan. I hope you can help him untie his knot."

"It's not up to me to solve his knot."

I half lowered my eyes to look at my toes, and the hands behind my back trembled slightly, I don't know if it was because of the previous injury or something.

The third generation was silent, and continued after a long time: "That kid Sasuke is in the Konoha Hospital now. He has suffered from a powerful illusion and has not woken up yet. If possible, you can go to the hospital to see him."

I didn't respond, I just nodded and said lightly: "I understand."

There are sequelae after being hit by an illusion, let alone a kaleidoscope-level illusion, but the severity depends on the will of the caster and the spirit of the caster.I am also a Kaleidoscope Sharingan, so this illusion did not affect me too much. In addition, Itachi did not deliberately make things difficult and even dispelled the illusion at the end, so I was able to just sleep after the operation.

Sasuke's situation may not be so optimistic.

"Three generations of adults, I have something important to report, please take a step to speak."

I raised my head and looked towards a corner, where a Hokage's personal Anbu was hidden.

Sandai thought for a while and let Anbu retreat, and now there are only two of us in the room.

"If you have something to do, tell me."

I cut to the chase: "Zhishui is not dead."

Regarding the issue of Zhishui's fate, I have been thinking about the solution for a while, and finally I plan to tell the third generation about this matter first to find out his wishes.

But what I didn't expect was that the Uchiha family was wiped out!

The third expression suddenly became a little surprised, and then he expressed emotion again: "I'm not dead..." He muttered to himself, "It's good that I didn't die, it's good that I didn't die..."

I didn't understand for a moment what he meant by that.

"Shishui was accidentally rescued by me, so I placed him in a safe place outside the village, but he didn't want to go back to Konoha, he seemed to be concerned about something."

I planned to report this matter to the third generation after careful consideration, but this matter is too involved, and at the same time, I cannot let others know.

"I agreed with the relationship between Uchiha and Konoha before, but now the Uchiha family has been wiped out, and every living Uchiha is precious. Shisui is my best friend after all, and I have to think about him."

"Shisui...is a good boy. If he is still willing to come back, I will let him live in Konoha as a Uchiha survivor." Sandai took a puff of cigarette and slowly made a decision.

I was relieved to hear him say this, but I still rejected the suggestion: "I am very grateful for your decision, but the news that Zhishui is still alive should not be exposed. Just when I found out that Zhishui's eyes Being poached away, I suspect that someone will be against Zhishui."

Seeing the three generations frowning thoughtfully, I had no choice but to continue talking about my thoughts.

"I would like to ask you to put him in the Anbu, become my subordinate again, and wait until the right time to reveal his identity."

After a while, the three generations who fell into deep thought slowly said: "Then arrange it as you said."

"Thank you, Hokage-sama."

The author has something to say:

When writing this article, I was a third-generation passerby fan, and later I became a third-generation intellectual black.