Remnant bones

Seemingly aware of the strangeness of the white-haired man beside him, the experienced Kisame just watched the bloody game played in the resident with great interest, and didn't say much.

As a clan of ninjas from the Land of Water that has been at odds with the Land of Fire for a long time, Kirigakure's investigation of the Blood Successor Limit Clan in Konoha is undoubtedly quite thorough.The famous owner of Sharingan - the Uchiha clan, Kisame is naturally familiar with it, and even had the honor to fight against one of them in person.

Although it was easy for him to win that battle because of the difference in strength, he was really impressed by his unique Sharingan.

One Gouyu's Sharingan can see the direction of other people's CKL; Ergouyu's Sharingan can copy the enemy's movements, ninjutsu, and see through almost all known illusions; Known as the strongest "Eye of Illusion", the illusion performed by it is so difficult that Jnin can't get any benefits.Although it has been heard in the rumors that Sangouyu is not the highest level of Sharingan... But it is hard for him to imagine how terrifying a Sharingan stronger than this would be.

However, the Uchiha clan, known as the No. [-] clan in Konoha, was not wiped out by the enemies who hated it deeply, but in the end, it was destined to be destroyed in the hands of "our own people"... I have to say it is a kind of irony.

Compared with the country of water known for its wars and separatist forces, Konoha, the number one peaceful country, is nothing more than that.

People... always reject and fear what they can't get.I have seen with my own eyes that countless clans with blood successor boundaries, under the xenophobic framing of powerful people, stained the land with blood.Kisame raised his eyebrows with emotion, the kind of power that can only be obtained by specific people makes them stand out from the crowd among ordinary people, gaining admiration, envy, hatred and killing intent.

Still, happy to be an ordinary person... He never felt that the power of the Blood Succession Boundary was any good, and the power he cultivated by himself was undoubtedly more reliable and easily recognized by ordinary people.And everything in front of me is the best example of the "truth" of Yingzheng.

Completely embracing the identity of an "outsider" and somewhat absent-minded Kisame, no matter how experienced he is, his nature has nothing to do with being delicate and sensitive.Naturally, he didn't notice the strange silence of another black-haired man not far away.

Looking at the Hell Rhapsody being played at his feet, the only eye exposed on the swirl-shaped mask is shining with a cold red light that everyone will never be unfamiliar with.The emotions contained in it are so complex, it seems to be ridiculed, it seems to be indifferent, it seems to be regretful, it seems to be relief... Even he himself can't clearly distinguish what those are.

The only thing that can be determined is the speechless...sadness that comes from the silence.

Goodbye to that dirty...blood...

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With the last cry before death, the hymn to hell that weaved, finally, in the last breath, the curtain gradually came to an end.And the sharp scream that was the final climax came from someone I was not unfamiliar with...or, the black kitten that "was" much loved.

After those black-clothed ninjas exited the station silently, on the last stage called "Uchiha Clan", there were only two "protagonists" who had been scheduled for a long time.

My eyes were focused on the backyard of the cold mansion, but after a while, I suddenly turned my head and said to Guixie beside me, "I want to negotiate with him personally, you guys, wait for me in the canyon outside the east village."

Everything that follows, no need for additional "bystanders".

"Okay, okay, anyway, I've finished watching what I should watch." He wasn't interested in getting involved in what he shouldn't read.Relying on the goodwill brought by his intuition, Guixie didn't realize that the other party's words had the meaning of orders and instructions, and "considerate" automatically backed down: "Hurry up, I want to find a place in other villages to make up for it before dawn." sleep." Although it was only one night, it didn't matter if he slept or not, it was just because he didn't want to stay in this place for too long.

For this hypocritical village that greets people with a smiling face on the bright side but plunders and kills in secret, Kiriga who never hides his desires is more to his appetite.

Nod your head to show that you heard it.

I unceremoniously stretched out my hand and pointed at the nagging man who had already returned to his "original state" and was yelling at the corpses on the ground. The meaning was clear: pack him up for me and take him away.

Kirigakure rebelliously twitched the corners of his mouth, picked up the other party's collar, and carried it away just like the big sword "Sharkis".

"Hey! Wait, I still want to know who the new 'Suzaku' is~ Senior Nandou, let me down~" Ah Fei didn't realize it until he was forcibly dragged away from the spot, and struggled in an extremely desolate manner. Screaming, trying to win the "sympathy" of the two murderous people present, the result can be imagined: "What the hell is this cloth-wrapped thing!? Why are you sucking my CKL~ Senior Nandou, please Take it far away, and, Senior Kaguya, where are you going? I am going too~ Let go of me~"

"Hey hey~ You'll see who it is sooner or later, don't worry." Unmoved and skilled coping, Kisame didn't mean to stop at all, turned his back to me and waved at me, then responded while rushing Before Konoha's other ninjas arrived, he made a detour and left: "'Samari' seems to like your CKL quite a bit, don't worry, I will let him suck less, and no one will die."

"I don't want it~Senior Huiye, help me~" The shrill scream spread farther and farther in the silent resident.

For that guy, I can't afford the slightest sympathy, and there is no so-called sympathy.

Watching their backs gradually disappearing into the night, I withdrew my gaze, jumped off the high eaves, took a few familiar steps to the backyard wall, squinted and looked into the room.

I didn't intend to let Itachi discover my existence right now, but I stood in a position where I could see it and the indoor panorama, watching Sasuke cry, facing the two dead bodies of relatives who had already been frozen, and screaming in unbelievable grief; Looking at the straight figure with no expression on his face, the duplicity that came out of his lips in a deep voice, the deep red eyes, but the deep pain that the person facing him could not see; seeing that simple and ignorant but burdened with a whole family, and The little boy who clings to all the hopes of the figure, screams in pain as if he has been hit hard; looking at the dark red cursed eyes, which are different from the Sangouyu Sharingan, spinning, and seeing the cruel scene woven with the blade by himself , Forcibly stuffed into the other person's brain... Watching, using my own eyes, I witnessed everything, but I had nowhere to intervene.

It's not that I didn't notice that the black-haired boy tightly held the bloodshot palm, but for my own future plans, I could only be selfish...Forcing myself, I couldn't move.

In just ten seconds, it was the beginning of a kind of life subversion and destruction for Sasuke, a kind of self-torture for Itachi, but for me... it was a condemnation of inner weakness.I couldn't bear to see it, but I never blinked, and even looked away for a few tenths of a second.

That is the so-called "fate", knowing the ending, but can only watch others, watch yourself, and step into the abyss step by step.

That sense of powerlessness that cannot be controlled makes people hate...but helpless.

After all, that is still one's own choice, whether forced or voluntary, the fact that has already happened will not change.Just like Itachi hurt Sasuke and himself with those pungent words; just like Sasuke forced himself to change with his hate-infected eyes, and also forced Itachi to accept "reality".

The kaleidoscope, the only one left, the third survivor, the shrine, the secret sanctuary, and... "survive".

Sasuke, aren't you the first grader at school?No matter whether it is in a peaceful age or not, whether it is too well protected by Itachi, you... really can't understand the true meaning of those words?Or because of weakness, I chose to escape and let hatred dominate me, just because of that... I will not be hurt more deeply by the contradiction of "facts".

For yourself, you...abandoned the elder brother who really loved you, chose to accept, and remained silent.

"Sasuke, you 'coward'." The indifferent whisper, without the initial pampering and tenderness.

I just looked coldly at the scarred petite body, shaking, and passed out on the ground, but I didn't feel any hatred in my heart.

Because, Itachi would rather you...be a "coward" for the rest of your life.

I have never succumbed to "fate" from the beginning to the end. The straight back of this illusory and vague thing gradually disappeared from my field of vision.Walking out of the dark corner used to hide his figure, his indifferent eyes never stopped on the frail black-haired boy on the ground.

The corner of the dark windbreaker is blown up by the wind, overlapping with the leaving footprints that have not retreated before, and passing away.

From the depths of the shadows, the big pale hands covered the pair of bloody eyes that seemed to be unable to close, and the broad chest completely embraced and restrained the slightly thin and slender body, not giving it a chance to struggle and resist.

"Itachi." Before the opponent's instinctive counterattack formed in actual combat for many years came, a slightly hoarse and deep male voice came to the opponent's ear first, causing the arm holding the knife to pause in mid-air .

No matter how strange the voice was, how strange the footsteps were, and how strange the figure was... Itachi still easily recognized the other party's identity at that moment.And respond to that call with silence and peeling vigilance.Because the silent gentleness in that tone is so familiar.

The silent and considerate under the ice belongs only to that one person.

"...Jun Mai." Under the shirt around his neck, the originally cold pendant seemed to become extremely hot at that moment.Itachi groaned, raised his head slightly, and what was conveyed from his body was the trembling that could no longer be restrained.He thought that "he"... would not come back, at least not now.

"I'm here." Also, I'm sorry...At that time, I left your side because of my weakness.

The arms tightened, and the strong embrace that seemed to want to suffocate him gradually made the body trembling with inner pain gradually regain its original calm.Letting go of the fragility deep in his heart for a short time surfaced on the surface, Itachi enjoyed the tolerance he had never had before, and cherished the mutual dependence at this moment.

However, the glaring blood could never fade from his mind.

"Do you regret it?" It's not that I can't see the deepest struggle of his soul, I put my cheek close to his shoulder and asked in a low voice.Even if I already knew it, that answer...has never changed from beginning to end.

"No." Yes, he didn't regret it.The plain lips trembled slightly, but there was no trace of hesitation.

Even if the soles of the feet are pierced by thorns on the road ahead, every step will leave a clear bloodstain on the cold ground.Moving forward is no longer the driving force for pursuing dreams, but the torture that is transmitted into the depths of the soul... But he has never regretted it.

That was his "sin", his "sin", the "mistake" he was born with... It cannot be denied, and he doesn't bother to deny it.No matter how frightening it is, the icy and biting dark hell is always his only home.In the past, he would be lonely, sinking in despair because of loneliness and the coldness from the bottom of his heart, but now, he has found his own "salvation".

The hands that were resting on the limbs that did not belong to him were tightened, and the trimmed and smooth nails even sank deeply into it. While trembling slightly, little drops of blood spilled out, leaving several eye-catching red marks.

The tingling pain from my arm made me squint my eyes slowly, and the ambiguous and warm breath brushed past his ear, causing the person in his arms to tremble uncontrollably: "Then, cry...Itachi. "

"Dry your own tears, let go of the pain in your heart, no one is looking at you...even me." The eyelids droop, and the endless darkness in the field of vision, because of the body temperature of each other's close contact, there is no need to feel afraid: "Close 'Eyes', don't look back, don't stop, on that road... I will guard your back." No matter what price you pay.

A trace of moisture, meddling.

"... Mmm." Between the gap, a drop of crystal slipped down.