[Hokage] I don't need that kind of thing at all

Mizuki Yifui's fingertips gripped his wrist even more forcefully, her tight lips opened slowly uncontrollably, just as a suppressed moan was about to escape from between her lips and teeth, a stern wind howled from above and rushed towards him .

Uchiha Sasuke's expression remained unchanged, but he withdrew his left hand that was pinching Mizuki Ibuki's chin, raised his fist to meet him, and after resisting the opponent's attack, he unhurriedly let go of the earlobe in his mouth. He even caressed Mizuki Ibuki's back twice soothingly, then drew out the long knife tied behind his waist, and slashed with his backhand.

Mizuki Yibuki was a little dazed and dizzy by his kiss, her legs trembled uncontrollably, she swayed in place twice before leaning against the wall behind her to barely stand still.

At this time, the two people in front of them had already wrestled to the depths of the narrow alley. The blade of the grass pheasant sword and the sharp edge of Kunai clashed occasionally, and the sound was clear and crisp, which sounded a bit frightening in such a dim environment.

Mizuki Yibuki was still embarrassed by the top of her body, and there was an obvious strange blush on her face.He didn't have time to estimate how far the two of them had fought over there, but in order to suppress the restless agitation in the gang, all the broken hair on his forehead was drenched with thin sweat.

I don't know who used the fire escape first, the alley was suddenly filled with flames, and the mottled walls were scalded to give off an unpleasant and pungent smell.

The sound of burning fire and the sound of thunder and lightning intermingled from time to time, and occasionally there were words spoken by the two of them.After all, the two walls at the end of the alley could not withstand such a fierce fight, and they shattered into a pile of gravel and residue, setting off a cloud of smoke and dust.

Although it is not a festival street where crowds gather, it is not far away.Now that there is such a big commotion, it doesn't take long for someone to rush over, let alone Haruno Sakura with a ninja dog nearby.

Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke naturally couldn't fail to notice this, so their shots became more ruthless, both of which meant quick battles.

Mizuki Yibuki's eyes were full of small bloodshot eyes, and the tip of his teeth even bit a small piece of flesh on his lower lip until it was damaged and bled. The slightest impatience still made him want to slap himself with a slap die.

He raised his hand, but didn't hit his forehead, but just knocked down the half of the small wall behind him as if venting his anger.

The two wrangling over there heard his movement, and they paused for a moment in unison. They glanced over tacitly from the corner of their eyes, and then glared at each other again, striking more decisively.

Uchiha Itachi raised his knees and forced Sasuke to take two steps back, while he slammed close to the entrance of the alley, his slender fingers with distinct back joints flipped in his sleeves, and something was caught between his fingertips.

Uchiha Sasuke noticed that he was approaching Ibuki, and inserted the turning knife behind him, using the recoil to stabilize his figure. Before he could make the next move, Uchiha Itachi lightly uttered a word: "Smoke | Fog | Bomb."

Smoke|fog|bomb?

Mizuki Ibuki was wrapped around his waist by him, and as soon as the opponent's fingers were pressed against him, the cool body temperature transmitted through the material made him even more unbearable. It made his heart skip a beat.

Uchiha Itachi turned his wrist, and the thing that flew out from his fingertips pierced the air and hit the feet of Uchiha Sasuke who opened his sharingan eyes wide in front of him, and then released a dazzling white light that could temporarily destroy vision.

Even though his eyes were covered in time, Mizuki Ibuki still felt that his eyes were very bright. He was carried in Uchiha Itachi's arms, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the past, Uchiha Itachi clearly said that his behavior was like a rogue, but now he directly used it on Sasuke. His rogue energy may have affected even the most well-behaved elder brother of the Uchiha clan.

Uchiha Itachi supported Mizuki Yifuki and turned around to retreat. After the white light dissipated, a similarly slender hand stretched out without hesitation, and accurately grasped Mizuki Yifuki's wrist hanging below.

Uchiha Sasuke's eyes were closed tightly, and the damage to his vision caused dizziness and pain in the back of his head, which made his facial features a little hideous: "Put him down."

Mizuki Yibuki's heart skipped a beat, and the gripped hand couldn't help trembling.

Uchiha Itachi was silent for a second, then raised his hand to clasp his wrist, and hit the acupuncture point, his voice was still calm, calm and steady: "Dream." After finishing speaking, his fingertips increased force suddenly.

Uchiha Sasuke immediately snorted in pain, and had to let go of his fingers, and if he wanted to raise his fist again, Uchiha Itachi would have already left.

As the night wind brought by the fast running brushed over the hot cheeks and bare|exposed neck and wrists, Mizuki Yifuki shrank her neck subconsciously.The coolness that brushed against the skin calmed down the agitation in his body a little bit. He took a deep breath, pressed his hands on Itachi Uchiha's chest and stepped back slightly to prevent the two of them from sticking too tightly together. He said awkwardly: "Put me down!" .”

Uchiha Itachi looked at his eyes that were burning with two small clusters of flames, then glanced under him again, and lifted him forward without touching his chest again, but he had no intention of letting him go.

Uchiha Itachi's speed was very fast, and it didn't take long for the two of them to return to their house in a remote part of the town.Ye Chong lay on the roof and wagged his tail, only to notice that they came back and raised his eyelids.He gave Mizuki Yibuki a "don't worry" look, and stretched lazily.

Back home, Uchiha Itachi took him directly to the second floor and pushed him into the bathroom, which meant to let him handle it by himself.

Without saying a word, he closed the door directly, and stood outside the door against the wall for a while.

No need to make any more disguises, Uchiha Itachi's body trembled uncontrollably, his breathing was difficult and heavy, and the blood on his face and even his lips faded.He took a deep breath, walked slowly into his room, found a small black medicine bottle from the drawer of the low cabinet next to the bed, poured out a tablet and threw it into his mouth, unable to hold back the water, he went straight to swallowed.

Uchiha Itachi sighed, put the medicine bottle back with his fingertips trembling slightly, sat on the side of the bed, and after a while he calmed down, and sighed again.He looked at the bookshelf in front of him in a daze until there was a knock on the door.

Itachi Uchiha reached out and wiped his face vigorously, as if he wanted to wipe away the heavy tiredness between his eyebrows.The corners of his mouth trembled, and finally he raised it successfully: "Come in."

Mizuki Yibuki poked his head out from the crack of the door, with an embarrassed look on his face: "I've finished washing."

"Yeah." Uchiha Itachi nodded with a smile, and wanted to get up, but such a slight movement brought out the residual pain in his body that was like rotting flesh and blood.The fingers covered under the sleeves curled up, he pretended to close his eyes naturally, and when he looked over again, there was a faint smile on the corners of his eyes and brows: "I'll wash it later."

He has been pretending all year round, and Mizuki Yibuki couldn't see his abnormality for a while, so he just nodded outside, then hesitated for a moment, walked to the bedside, and stretched out a hand to him, hooking the top of the amulet with his fingertips of braided rope.

Uchiha Itachi was taken aback, and didn't dare to pick it up immediately: "For me?"

"Otherwise." After walking in, Mizuki Ibuki realized that his face was a little pale, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly subsided, and his speaking speed doubled, and he asked nervously, "Not feeling well?"

"No." Uchiha Itachi took the amulet, looked at it for a while, and slowly put it away. "Thanks."

Mizuki Yibuki bent down, carefully looked around his face, and after confirming that there was no trace of pain in his expression, he let out a sigh of relief, and sat down beside him.

After what happened tonight, both of them fell silent now.

Itachi Uchiha turned his head to look at him, and helped him brush the hair that was hanging down in front of his eyes behind his ears, and looked back at the bookshelf in front of him.

This is clearly a bedroom, but the bookshelf on the opposite side takes up a lot of space. There is a desk in front of the bed. It can be seen that the original owner is a person who loves to read on weekdays.It's just that the bookshelf is inevitably empty now, but there are a few books and a few scrolls by Itachi Uchiha on the table, and a stack of papers that don't know what is written on them.

"Your handwriting is really good." Mizuki Ibuki looked at the paper hanging from the corner of the table. The handwriting on it was neat and elegant, just like the person who wrote it, and the typical handwriting was just like the person. "Much better than me."

As for Mizuki Ibuki, the typical handwriting is not as good as his own. Sora has a good appearance, but his handwriting is not much better than Yezang's paws.The writing in this world is inherently peculiar, and Mizuki Ibuki couldn't get used to it. After being able to write and recognize it, he didn't spend time deliberately practicing it.

Uchiha Itachi also followed his gaze and smiled slightly: "Do you want to practice?"

"What?" Mizuki Ibuki looked at him.

Uchiha Itachi repeated, and this time he said a few more words: "Practice calligraphy, I will teach you, do you want to practice?"

Mizuki Ibuki opened his eyes slightly in surprise, not understanding why Uchiha Itachi even wanted to teach him how to write: "Farewell, I won't be able to practice anything in a while."

"Yes." Uchiha Itachi's tone was affirmative, no doubts allowed.

Practicing calligraphy is not something that can be done overnight, so it is so easy to practice.

Mizuki laughed dryly twice, and waved his hand at him, meaning "I don't believe it".

As a result, at the end of the second day's training, Uchiha Itachi actually took him into his room, sat him down at the desk and asked him to practice calligraphy. in his hands.

Mizuki Ibuki looked at his smiling face, swallowed his saliva, sighed, and had to lower his head and start practicing according to the copybook written by Uchiha Itachi himself.

Before the tip of the pen touched the paper, Uchiha Itachi patted the back of his waist lightly with his slightly cool left hand. The force was not heavy, but it directly patted Mizuki to straighten his waist: "Sit upright, the word Only then can it be written correctly."

"I'm so tired." Mizuki Yibuki cried sadly. "I was beaten up by you outside just now, and you still ask for so much."

"You have improved a lot, and you haven't been hit much." Uchiha Itachi patted his head as a compliment. "Today's practice didn't consume too much of your energy, so write well."

The corners of Mizuki's mouth twitched, so he could only lower his head resignedly, and began to write seriously, stroke by stroke.

When it was almost dinner time, when Uchiha Itachi left the room and went downstairs to prepare dinner, Mizuki Ibuki's straight back suddenly bent down.While propping the elbow of his left arm on the table as a point of support for his body weight, he casually threw the pen in his hand aside.

At this moment, he felt a sense of relief in his heart, and he couldn't control the strength of this flick, and the end of the pen barrel directly hit the neat stack of papers, and scattered all over the floor.

Mizuki Yibuki hurriedly jumped up, squatted on the ground and picked them up one by one.

He swept his gaze, and when he saw clearly the content of the paper spread a little further in front, his protruding fingertips couldn't help froze, and his eyes gradually showed strong disbelief.

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