Remnant bones

cold……

The silent groan echoed in the dark space, forming circles of transparent ripples, gradually dissipating in this silent dead place.

The slightly thin figure curled up in the center of the darkness, like a dream or waking up, and the chill that hit him made him unable to stop his body instincts.However, the soul that seems to be independent of the body and attached to the spirit is completely silent and exhausted, as if the trembling figure is not himself.

So tired... This time, I can "sleep" forever...

Ever since he became a ninja, he has wandered in this dead space countless times, vacillating between life and death.The killings again and again wiped out the innocence and hope he once had. He longed for strength in the troubled times, strength strong enough to protect his important people.

However, he... regretted it.

If he didn't have power, could he be like an ordinary person, with a kind father, a gentle mother, a lively and lovely younger brother, and a happy and plain family without any conspiracy to fight for power?

Could he be just an older brother, an older brother who could dote on but wouldn't spoil his younger brother, a brother who was the most perfect in his younger brother's mind, a simple... boy who was just an older brother?

... If it is really possible, he would rather be ordinary than weak.

No power means no value to use, so he will not be a murderous weapon for the family to seek power and usurp the throne!It won't be the evil spirit called "Thousands of Thousands Slashed" on the battlefield!He will not let his father pay attention to his position as the patriarch, and forget that he is also an indispensable pillar in a family!

Power is accompanied by endless killing and cruelty, and endless ambition.Losing power means that life and death will no longer be under his control, but he would rather, in order to protect his important people, use his own life as the price!

With such a dirty and dark side, he was unwilling and would never allow his younger brother to have any contamination.

If his surname is not "Uchiha"... well, that would be great.

It's just too late... He has already gone farther and farther on this bloody and raging killing road, and he has no chance to turn back.The blood stains on these palms have been deeply imprinted on the soul, just like the black blood flowing in the body... It is enough to stain the water black, that is - the red and black color of dried and coagulated blood.

If I could die beside my loved ones before everything changed... how happy it would be.

He was tired...really, very tired.

Every time he woke up, he faced only the soft but dusty bed besides the cold floor.That feeling is so cold...

The clansmen are jealous of his strength, and they say false praises on their lips, but they call him a "monster" behind their backs; their parents regard him as a "tool" to seek power and consolidate their status, asking for it again and again, asking again and again, But unwilling to give him a sincere smile.All in all, as long as the name of "family" is crowned, all the sacrifices and contributions of oneself seem to be so natural.Even though he owes his parents the lifelong grace, but he has not repaid himself who was bound by the family for this...

The body belongs to the family, the name belongs to the family, the soul belongs to the family, even the existence... also belongs to the family.So in this world, what is left of what belongs to him?

Grasping his chest with his right hand, he buried his face deeper between his elbows.What came from there was not bitter and tearing pain.Numb, empty, eternally broken and cold... He has already forgotten, what is the feeling of happiness.

I'm sorry...Sasuke.Brother is tired, forgive him for another missed appointment.He hates and is afraid of the hypocritical and desire-filled world outside, the world that only has greed and selfishness, the world that cannot make him feel his "existence"...

He is far from being as strong and indifferent in the eyes of others, so he is allowed...to escape once.

The originally downcast eyes gradually moved upwards.And just when he was about to give up everything and dive deeper into the darkness, an inexplicable warmth made him raise his head blankly.A trace of bewilderment flashed across his indifferent face.What's this……

Puff-puff-puff-puff-puff-

Is this the sound of a heartbeat?my own?Subconsciously touching his chest, he found that he could only feel a very weak beating.It's not his, so... who is it?Who is there?

No one answered the questions in his heart, but the gentle and powerful heartbeat gradually calmed down the faint uneasiness and despair in his heart.Even for the first time, he yearned for the outside world.He closed his eyes with enjoyment, if this feeling of being relied on can last forever... How wonderful...

Sisi is like a mist, unable to grasp the warmth lingering around, driving away the cold little by little.

He didn't continue to fall into a deep sleep, and his instinct replaced his consciousness, just like grabbing a life-saving straw. Reason told him that this was a hopeless struggle, but he held on to his innate desire to survive. Willing to give up any chance of survival.

In the pitch-black space, the boy's figure gradually disappeared.The long-lost temperature gradually returned to his body.I can't tell whether it's bitterness or loss, I have no choice... Just like when he chose the road of becoming stronger and gave up retreating, as long as he is alive, he must go forward step by step without hesitation.

At least, what greeted me this time... was no longer just coldness.

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"Hmm..." With a low moan, the black-haired boy frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.Suddenly, a handsome face with white hair came into his eyes, less than an elbow away from him.Inevitably startled, he subconsciously touched the ninja bag tied to his right leg, and suddenly realized that there was nothing there.

There was no panic at all. Although everything in front of him was beyond his expectations, the rich experience brought by Anbu's life over the past few years made him decisively give up looking for weapons immediately.Avoiding the injured left arm, the three fingers of his right hand were slightly bent, and he clasped the opponent's fair neck that was close at hand with his fastest speed, and the murderous aura condensed in the black eyes.

"Are you awake?" A low, hoarse voice sounded, and the white-haired boy who looked a few years older than him opened his eyes calmly, and he couldn't help but look at those empathetic white eyes. Slight heart palpitations, there is a fleeting chill, and there is also a touch of... inexplicable familiarity reflected by intuition.

"Who are you?" Although he expected that he must have been in a coma for a long time this time, his voice was not as dry as imagined before.It was obviously the result of someone carefully moisturizing his lips with water from time to time, and there was a peculiar smell of wine in his mouth.

It's just that he didn't understand...why did the other party want to save him?

Did not relax, did not dare to relax.The prudence of an excellent ninja makes him never let go of the vigilance around him without confirming whether the environment is safe.In his eyes, this is undoubtedly suicide.

Even though he is not afraid of death, he no longer has the courage to escape from survival.I can only go on unswervingly...

The index finger and middle finger of the right hand couldn't help clasping them even tighter, leaving a striking red mark on the slightly pale skin.

He couldn't help but doubt it. Given the location he chose to jump off the cliff, it would be hard for people to believe that it was a coincidence that the other party saved him.What's more, to be able to save him in that environment, the opponent's strength must not be underestimated.Lenovo's own situation before jumping off the cliff, the only answer, almost does not require him to think about it...

Without answering his question, the white-haired boy just remained silent, looking into his eyes, with an imperceptible flash of admiration, but no one could see anything from that calm face.

In response to the other party's strange reaction, he reflexively tensed his nerves, and glanced at his fingers on the other party's neck.However, before he could look away, he heard a "click", and his right arm hung down limply.

The severe pain from joint dislocation made his bloodless face turn pale and blue, but he stubbornly did not let out any moans.The pain didn't distract and divert his attention, what really surprised him was the other party's terrifying speed and weird tricks.Although he doesn't have the pupil opening technique, but with his extraordinary eyesight, even the shadow...

The black eyes were instantly stained with blood red.Three small black jade hooks spun rapidly around the pupil in a ring shape.

Mu Ran's changing eyes made the white-haired boy startled for a moment, and then his brows tightened.The two hands connected the seals at an extremely fast speed, and a strange dark red spark appeared on the fingertips of the right hand.

Oops!His intuition made him feel the danger, and even though the spark was small, it didn't look threatening.But to form such a complicated seal, obviously it has some special effect!

This kind of understanding made him retreat subconsciously, but his seriously injured body was extremely uncooperative.However, with the speed at which the opponent couldn't even see clearly, it would be difficult for him, a ninjutsu-type ninja, to escape even if he wasn't injured.The only thing that can be relied on is Xueji, but for some unknown reason, it has been unable to activate for a long time.

"Secret technique. Raw blood limit." The white and slender fingers easily touched his forehead.He only felt a slight scalding heat coming from his forehead, and the strength in his whole body dissipated quickly, but it didn't make his body feel tired.And the red eyes were forcibly stopped by the external force uncontrollably, returning to the usual black pupils.

what happened?Unexpectedly, he fell into someone's arms, and only then did he notice that he had been hugged by that white-haired boy all along.He didn't investigate the reason for this situation, what he cared more about was the Blood Inheritance that he couldn't activate no matter what.This is, the sealing technique... There is actually someone who can directly perform the most complicated human body seal by relying on the seal alone, ignoring the support of props! ?

"Do you want to disable your eyes?" Covering his eyes with his right hand, he forced him to give up launching the bloodstain.And in the cold voice of the white-haired boy, there was a trace of undetectable concern.

It's not that he didn't hear that the other party was not malicious, but he never gave trust to strangers easily.But because of his physical condition at the moment, he chose a temporary compromise, stopped trying to activate the blood succession, and pushed away the cold palm above his eyes with his left hand.

Two pairs of equally indifferent but completely opposite eyes looked at each other.

After a while, he calmly looked at the snow-like young man in front of him, and asked again indifferently, "Who are you?" There are only a few families with pure blood that can have such pure white.

"Kaguya-kun Mai...I'm not a ninja." It seems that he didn't want to hide anything, the other party's voice was unwavering, but it made him feel a kind of silent gentleness, indifferent, but it really existed: "What about you?" ?”

"Itachi..." By accident, he said his name, not his code name, nor his surname.

Maybe it's because his real appearance has been exposed, maybe it's to gain the trust of the other party, maybe... even he himself is not sure why.

Or, just because of the unintentional tenderness... He has an inexplicable affection for the other party, not Karma, nor Uchiha, just... "Itachi", himself.