Remnant bones

The task is for one person, since it is specified as Itachi, it is naturally inconvenient for Kisame and I to do it.

Fortunately, there is still room for the content of the mission.He didn't ask that Orochimaru, the "traitor" who betrayed Akatsuki, be silenced directly, but stated that the focus was "taking back the ring".Although it is inevitable to face Orochimaru head-on, with Itachi's strength, it is not necessarily a disadvantage... What's more, because of the stimulation of Shisui's death, he has already obtained "those eyes".

[Kaleidoscopic Sharingan] - the highest evolutionary form of the pupil art of the Uchiha clan.

Although the opening time of the eyes is not fixed, Itachi is only familiar with one of the two techniques attached to the eyes in theory.But as far as I was a bystander at the time, and the "Tsukiyomi" used on Sasuke, there were obvious signs of letting go.But this technique itself... is worthy of its title of "Ultimate Illusion".

To completely drag the spirit of the subject of the operation into one's own consciousness space, to a certain extent ignore the law of the passage of time, and inflict fatal damage on the other party that can even be reflected in the physical aspect.The highest state of illusion is nothing more than this, and what is even more frightening is that the general methods used to deal with other illusions have no effect on this technique.

"Yuedu" has gone beyond the conclusion that illusions must rely on external forces to cause damage to the enemy.A purely mental attack can even hint at various parts of the body against its own will.

Just like in the illusion, Itachi stabbed the target of the spell, even if the target knew it was fake, but it would not disappear like after the general illusion was lifted, and the pain created would also disappear.Because "Month Reading" has given deep hints to his body, even if he is not injured, the pain that should have appeared after the injury will not be less at all, it will only be more intense and lasting.

Different from the gentle name of "Yuedu" - this is the essence of the technique, which can be said to be the cruelest mental whipping.

However, Orochimaru is not specialized in illusion, and ordinary illusion may not be able to do anything to him, but this...but I can't tell.There is no limit of blood inheritance, and from a certain point of view, no matter how many ninjutsu he knows, there is always a part of the power that needs the support of blood, and he has no chance to touch it for life.

Sharingan is not only the culprit of many ninjas, but also one of his culprits.

It's just that things like blood successors have never been free relief food.Thinking of this, in the depths of her pearly eyes, subconsciously revealed a hint of sarcasm towards someone.If my prediction is correct, the consequences of frequent use of those eyes are definitely not acceptable to ordinary people... However, for the sake of power, that is the price that must be regarded as a "sacrifice".

"Itachi." Before leaving, I looked at the cold black-haired boy and said in a deep voice, "Do what you can."

I will not prevent him from using those eyes, but I will never agree...'Do according to his ability', the right to decide is in his own hands.

"Yeah." There was no perfunctory response, Itachi looked directly at me for a while, and nodded affirmatively.

Without saying goodbye, the group of Itachi and Kisame and I parted ways at the border of the Land of Water.Putting away the black-bottomed red cloud windbreaker, I shuttled among the criss-crossing branches of the dense forest at my fastest speed.

The moisture in the air is getting higher and higher. In the early morning, crystal dewdrops hit my forehead, leaving a colorless water mark winding down.

Within the field of vision, the village looming from the dense jungle became clearer as the pace approached.

Through the gaps in the green carpet where the layers of green leaves overlap, the thin shimmer of light falling down makes me squint my eyes involuntarily, so as to relieve the feeling of powerlessness and dizziness caused by walking in a dark environment for a long time and soaking in the sun at dusk .However, when I got used to it thoroughly, I had already arrived at the door... "home" that I hadn't been back for a long time.

I am back……

Wu Sheng murmured something in his heart, his eyes were not on the eye-catching big word "Yin", so stay longer.I turned around and walked into the all-too-familiar dark underground amidst the exclamation of several Otomin.

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Quickly walking through the long dark tunnel, I headed straight for the deepest room in the base, which few people can enter.But unexpectedly, not far from the door, he was intercepted by a strange voice Yin Shangren.

Her bright white eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint icy firefly flickered in the dim tunnel.

As far as I can remember, I hadn't seen this person before I left.However, the frequency of personnel turnover in the secret office has always been very high, and it must be some blind newcomer who dares to do this.I glanced at the man blankly, and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

It seems to be because the aura I usually display is not fully opened.The middle-aged Jonin, who was obviously a newcomer, shuddered unnaturally, and even subconsciously used honorifics, but he didn't mean to give in at all because of this: "I'm very sorry, sir. Master Orochimaru It has been ordered that no one is allowed to enter without authorization."

"'Anyone'?" A dangerous cold light flashed from the pupil.The faint coercion lingering around his body, and Mu Ran's crazily superimposed geometric multiples, made the man's limbs tremble gradually, and his breathing began to become short of breath.

"Yes, yes..." Even though his legs felt weak and his back was drenched in cold sweat, the senior ninja refused to change his words, glared at me, and repeated through gritted teeth: "Ren, anyone!"

After staying in the base for so many years, it was really the first time that I was included in the scope of "anyone".

From the fingertips under the pure white sleeves, a sharp jade blade reflecting the cold light broke through.The cold eyes stared at him, as if looking at a dead person.However, as a trace of uncontrollable anger emerged from my heart, I also vaguely noticed the strangeness in the atmosphere of the entire base.

What the hell happened?Could it be that Orochimaru...

"Hui, Kaguya-sama!?" Behind me, with the sound of hurried footsteps approaching, Mikami's familiar voice reached my ears.

The original plan to break through was completely interrupted.I frowned, turned and looked down coldly.

It seems that because of my current appearance, I dare not easily determine my identity.After I turned my head to look at him, Mikami recognized the face that hadn't changed much. I couldn't help but panicked and said anxiously: "You are finally back, Master Kaguya! We are planning to send Someone informed you!"

"What's wrong?" I asked suspiciously.The unreasonable reason why Mikami, who is a veteran here, can panic like this has nothing to do with Orochimaru.But look at his performance...

"Mr. Kaguya, that, that..." Swallowing, Mikami, who has always been calm and decisive in doing things, hesitated for a while with cold sweat, and then seemed to have made up his mind to die. In his eyes, he said loudly: "Jun Ma Lu, he is ill."

The jade-white pupils couldn't help shrinking suddenly, because of the huge impact, they couldn't match the focus rate for a long time.

I involuntarily clenched my right hand tightly, and the tip of the bone needle that was too late to retract pierced my palm, making my brain that was blank at that moment wake up because of the tingling pain from Mu Ran.

"..." The bloodless lips squirmed a few times, but no sound came out.

Slowly closing his eyes, the remaining rationality kept emphasizing in the bottom of his heart to calm down.But it didn't have the slightest effect on the obviously out-of-balance heart rhythm, and it made me feel as if I was about to suffocate.

Who will tell me... this is just a dream, a nightmare that will disappear like bubbles when I wake up.

In the spacious room, the wires of various instruments are densely packed, making the originally empty room look extremely crowded, but cold.

On the pure white bed in the middle, there was a snow-like handsome boy with his eyes tightly closed.The normally fair face lacked the vibrant blush of the past, and was replaced by the sickly paleness.And the half-length white hair with a faint metallic luster, because of the lack of vitality, spread out and blended with the bed sheet under the neck.

"Drip-drip--" The transparent liquid dripped down regularly drop by drop.Follow the slender and soft infusion tube, pass through the needle, and flow into the slender and slightly protruding vein.

But in less than a day, the pain of the onset of the genetic disease tortured this child who had never feared death into what he is now.Even in sleep, the residual pain never subsided on that immature face.

That kind of cruel torture that can't be resisted... No one is more familiar with it than me.

It is because I don't want the child in my heart who shouldn't bear the cruel reality to follow in my footsteps.I will make a "five-year agreement" with Orochimaru, I will sell the rest of my life to Akatsuki for a scroll, and I will not hesitate to choose to betray the most sincere friendship in my heart... Even if I know this reality, sooner or later Coming, at this moment, I am cowardly and just want to escape.

Sitting sideways on the edge of the hospital bed, I slowly bent down and looked closely at the familiar face that always imitated my cold little face in the past, but always showed a trace of innocent smile from time to time.

Stretching out his hand, he stroked that cold cheek gently, lifted his long temples that always wore the bloody jade button on his forehead, moved close to his lips, and kissed apologetically: "I'm sorry, Jun Malu..."

Forgive my selfishness for choosing the most difficult path for you;

Forgive my timidity, even if I predicted the ending, but when I really faced it, there was nothing I could do but be at a loss; forgive my deception, knowing that the result would not be at all costs, it was never your will, I However, you were never even given the chance to choose yourself.

Forgive me... When this "everything" is over, I swear: "No, there will be a next time."

"Uh huh...brother, brother?" A trace of cold dripping from the corner of his eyes woke up the sleeping Snow White.

With long eyelashes and trembling slightly, Jun Ma Lu opened his eyes, eyes as penetrating as emeralds, looking at me without blinking.Immediately, he raised a familiar but unusually bright sweet smile: "Welcome back."

It was as if Wu Yan faced that pure and innocent smile, and his lowered head never lifted up.The long hair falling on my shoulders kept falling with the movement of my body, and with a hoarse voice, I tried to calm down and replied softly: "I, I'm back..." I'm back...

The trembling voice seemed to be sobbing and full of tears.