[Comprehensive] Blue dye

The unlucky young Uchiha really lost consciousness this time, lying on his back, frowning, his forehead was sweating, his chest heaved abnormally fast, his muscles trembled slightly, and his body eroded by nerve poison twitched abnormally.

Aizen squatted down and stretched out his fingertips to lightly touch Zhishui's arm, and the stable spiritual power that would not cause harm to the body swam through the young man's body.

"The internal injury can be cured if it is not serious. The main reason is that the toxin has damaged the body's recovery function. If there is no antidote, even if he is treated with Hui Dao, he will not live long."

Aizen's tone was flat and matter-of-fact, without any nervousness on his face.

Ban Wenyan reached into the cloak with a gloved hand and groped, took out a bottle of dark green porcelain bottle and threw it to Lan Ran, who caught the bottle with one hand, looking at the small porcelain bottle in his palm with a surprised expression.

"An antidote."

Simple and clear, of course Aizen knew it was the antidote, and blocked Shimura Danzo, but he didn't forget to touch the antidote. It seems that Madara wanted to save the Uchiha who was lying on the ground, not just for questioning.

After all, he is still a clansman, why not do it to save the life of a young clansman with a little effort?The size of the Uchiha clan has been drastically reduced to the current number, which is indeed much smaller than what was seen at the beginning.

Shisui's status in the Uchiha clan cannot be underestimated, but it is more than one section worse than Madana.

Pull out the stopper of the porcelain bottle, and the scent of the medicine with a bit of bitter taste is pleasant to the whole body. Ai Ran pinches the young man's jaw and lets the other party's lips open slightly to pour the medicine in. Smooth, relaxed the tense muscles and relaxed the brows, and the eyelashes fluttered as if he had not slept peacefully.

Putting the fair-skinned hand on the young Uchiha's arm, he used his spiritual power to check the condition of Shisui, and after confirming that the toxin was cleared, Aizen cast his Dao, and a light green barrier with soft light shone on the young man.

The soft light illuminated an area in the dark room, and the non-glare light did not penetrate the window to attract the outside world's attention. Aizen injected spiritual power into it while using the return path, while paying attention to the recovery status of Shishui.

In the quiet space, the soft light caressed the eyes and cheeks, and Aizen didn't see Madara's stern and stern face softening a bit.

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Zhishui opened his eyes, his whole body was limp and weak, but his condition was unexpectedly good. He lay on the ground with his hands wide open, staring at the ceiling in a daze, and suddenly regained his composure, he got up swiftly, knelt on one knee and bowed his body, bursting out of satisfaction in an instant With one hand, he touched the knife behind his back.

Shisui is different from ordinary ninjas, he does not carry a ninja bag on his body, only a small sword as a weapon on his back.

His vigilant eyes swept over, and seeing the scene in front of him, Zhishui abruptly stopped the movement of drawing the knife.

A brown-haired man he had never seen before was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and another man with long black hair took off his cloak and wore a traditional ninja costume with a black gown.

Zhishui felt the heavy aura from the opponent, which belonged to the feeling of oppression that can only be felt after years of fighting on the battlefield, stepping on countless corpses and staining his hands with blood.

Zhishuihe had participated in wars, but he had never met an opponent of this level, and it took a lot of courage just to meet his eyes.

It was difficult to behave, nervous sweat rolled down his cheeks, and in this heavy atmosphere, Zhishui found that he was suppressed by the opponent and couldn't move!With a solemn expression, he immediately drew the knife and scratched his hand. The wound was not deep but enough. The blood dripped and dripped, staining the wooden floor red.

Madara stared slightly unexpectedly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

He didn't show his ugly face because of his imposing manner, and that alone was enough to be praised.

Aizen closed the book, crossed her fingers on her crossed legs, and made Zhishui think he was a famous nobleman somewhere with a calm and elegant posture.

"The floor is dirty."

Madara's body froze for a moment, his mind turned quickly, and he immediately lowered his face and looked at Shishui with eyes staring at his prey.

Zhishui received the spotted tiger's gaze, and couldn't help taking a step back, his hair was about to stand on end.

After a while, the three of them were finally able to sit down and talk calmly, because Madara insisted on not sitting on the soft (is there any?) sofa, and Aizen, who was well-adapted, sat on the floor.

The self-injury wound was healed in twos and twos. The young Uchiha sat upright, his back couldn't be straighter, his expression was indescribably tense, and his eyes frequently drifted towards Madara.

The floor beside it was shiny, and it was completely impossible to see the blood that was hard to wipe off a few minutes ago.

The younger generation made a mess. The elder helped to clean up the aftermath. Madara was unwilling to help the younger generation wipe the floor, so he had to let the younger generation realize the facts and do it voluntarily. For this reason, he showed his omnipotent rabbit eyes ==

Regarding Madara's childish behavior of using Sharingan to scare the younger generation for such a trivial matter, Aizen was speechless and didn't know how to comment, so he simply kept silent.

It's too much of a fuss, but as long as Madara is happy.

Although he told himself that it was impossible, Shisui had no choice but to accept the facts before his eyes. He actually believed it in his heart, but he still asked desperately: "You, you are really me, no, it's really... Uchi Bo's ancestors?"

old?ancestors?

Although he was telling the truth, it still made people unhappy. A red cross appeared on Madara's forehead, and the boss was upset. Poor Zhishui stiffened like a frightened cat and immediately silenced his voice.

Aizen, who was several times older than others, was not shy, and smiled unceremoniously, accepting Madara's annoyed stare with an innocuous face.

knock knock.

Shisui stood up vigilantly, Aizen raised his hand to signal to be safe and calm, and Madara, who knew the identity of the visitor, sat still.

The window was opened, and Shisui secretly exerted force on his feet, but Aizen said at this moment: "Don't be nervous, my own."

"Senna is back."

Quanna?

Uchiha Madara's brother Uchiha Quanna? ! ! !

Zhishui showed a bewildered expression as he watched the young man with black hair and black pupils climb into the room through the window, and the long hair tied behind his head flicked a few times as he landed. A friendly smile.

"Are there any guests?"

"Well, I was planning to learn about Uchiha's recent situation from him, Quanna, how did you come in through the window?"

"There were children playing at the door, so I had to climb the window."

Madara nods her head to show that she understands, like the smile of the little brother next door. Quanna is still wearing a cloak and is not in a hurry to take it off. He walks to Madara and sits down, and the four of them gather together.

"What's your name?"

Quan Nai's eyes were pure curiosity, and there was a bit of kindness, which eased the tension between Zhishui and the elders a lot.

"Uchiha Shishui."

Seeing the other party's discomfort, Quan Na smiled and said his name: "Hello, I am Quan Na, Uchiha Quan Na."

Shisui felt that this senior who was also from Uchiha had such a gentle smile, as if he was easy to get along with, completely different from Uchiha Madara, Shisui was a little moved.

Seeing that they had communicated, Aizen, who knew that Shishui still had important tasks, reminded: "Get to the point, although I really want to understand the situation through your narration now, I'm afraid this is not something that can be explained clearly in a short while. There is still time, Zhishui, you still have a mission, am I right?"

Aizen sees through the reason for Shisui's restlessness. The other party really has a heavy responsibility and wants to use the pupil technique to change the leader's mind at the gathering on the eve of the coup d'état.

Uchiha Shisui's Xueji boundary is very special and terrifying. Don't be a god. The "strongest illusion" unique to "Kaleidoscopic Sharingan" can directly invade the opponent's brain without being noticed, and permanently and completely modify it. opponent's will.

It is a pair of eyes that dominate the will.

Shisui's hesitant eyes moved from the expressionless Madara to the smiling Quanna, and finally looked at the man whose name was recorded in the history of the Uchiha clan.

The man who taught the Uchiha Brothers, who are famous and widely praised by future generations.

Shisui's actions are a secret in the village. This matter is related to the survival of the Uchiha clan. If a coup is launched, the Uchiha clan, whose number of descendants has been decreasing year by year, will suffer a devastating blow no matter whether they win or not.

He is hesitating, other than him and the Third Hokage, no third party should know about the coup d'etat planned by the clansmen, even if the target is the ancestor who suddenly came back to life.

Reason told Zhishui to change the subject, but he clenched his hands, and after thinking about it, he decided to put all his eggs in one basket.

His time is running out, and he must do whatever it takes to complete the task. He can't let the incident of being attacked and almost losing his eyesight happen again. Uchiha's survival depends on him.

Shisui Xin Yiheng told the story to several seniors. Aizen, who already knew about it, was the only one who didn't show a surprised expression, so he left Shisui with an inscrutable image. The seriousness of the matter made Quanna restrain his smile , Madara's complexion suddenly darkened, with complicated emotions.

In the early days of the establishment of the village, the long war made the Uchiha people hate war and fear power. Madara, who admired power, was not recognized by the people of Konoha, and he was not even trusted and supported by the Uchiha people he guarded. Because of this, the gap between Madara and Senjuju began to deepen day by day.

At that time, Madara had already predicted that after the death of Senju Hashirama, his younger brother Senju Tomona would definitely inherit the position of Hokage, and the Uchiha clan would be the end of a dead dog sooner or later.

"...I said it a long time ago, but when I called on the people to tell the story, no one believed me, not a single one."

"elder brother……"

Quan Nai's worried eyes pulled out the man who was immersed in negative emotions, but he got rid of the depression with a stern face.

"I am fine."

Madara's power is not in the slightest disorder, it is like a calm fire burning quietly, his firm thoughts illuminate the darkness in his heart, his state is indeed as he said, there is no problem.

Aizen withdrew his attention from Madara, and looked at the young Uchiha who was sitting upright and secretly nervous.

Those who can transcend the narrow vision of a family and work hard for the established goals are destined to be extraordinary in the future.

Excellent kids.

For the first time, Shisui saw a real smile in Aizen's eyes, and he had a wonderful premonition that this senior's decision could change Uchiha's future.

What he didn't know was that the future had already been rewritten, starting from Danzo's plan being disrupted.

Aizen said——

"Let us help you."

The author has something to say:

Shisui, Itachi, Sasuke

Senna with a soft smile

Author Woah~ Don’t you like sad stories: [-]

Of course, I want to write to make myself happy~

PS. No!!! Going to work tomorrow ah ah ah ah!!!