Remnant bones

"Itachi?" Isn't that a code name?I raised my eyebrows quite unexpectedly, and after savoring it for a while, I asked in doubt; "Weasel?" How could someone name such a child.Is it too different from him?

"...cough, cough..." A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, Itachi was so angry that he didn't want to slap him. Although his face didn't show any expression, he almost couldn't catch his breath. As a result, the injury on his chest was directly involved, causing pain. Got a groan.

"Warning you to be careful." Ignoring his glaring eyes, I said calmly.

Itachi's face darkened, and the murderous aura that had been hidden a little bit was revealed again unceremoniously.You never said that!

Ignoring the childish silent accusation of the other party, my eyes were full of smiles, but I stood up calmly and began to prepare for the "big project" of changing his dressing.

When the dressing was changed a few days ago, he was still in a coma, so naturally he didn't feel anything.But this time, he watched soberly that he was stripped naked to the point where he couldn't resist, his face was so dark that ink could be squeezed out, but the roots of his ears were completely red.A pair of night-like pitch-black eyes stared at me intently.

I raised my eyebrows without changing my face, I used a scalpel to cut the bandage on his thigh, and "comfort" without raising my head: "If you are embarrassed, just close your eyes and pretend that I don't exist."

"..." How could this be possible!

On the handsome face, there are faint veins popping up.Itachi frowned tightly, for the first time, he had the urge to be offended by the other party.But after all, compared with children of the same age, he is not generally mature, and soon he realized that he was completely led by the other party.

Watching the other party concentrating on handling his wound skillfully, Itachi suddenly realized that he couldn't get angry at all.The so-called anger is nothing but the anxiety deliberately provoked by the other party.It was precisely because of this that he ignored the unbearable pain from the body injury.

Moreover, if you look carefully, you will find that the other party is actually not a few years older than yourself, but it always makes people involuntarily be treated as a child by the other party.Compared to other people's description of me as mature...this is the real maturity!It makes people feel like they want to rely on each other...

Just thinking of this, a sudden sharp pain came from his dislocated right hand, which made him jerk, his face turned blue, and he woke up from the previous trance.Upon closer inspection, it was the other party who restored his previously dislocated bones.

Suddenly realizing that he seemed to be the other party's "captive" at this time, Itachi's vigilance that had been involuntarily relaxed before was brought up again.Blasts of air-conditioning came straight out, but compared to the beginning, it was more like a habit-formed routine, and his intuition had already convinced him that the other party had no malicious intentions.

And this kind of behavior that seemed to humiliate the children of the aristocratic family, in his eyes at this time, was just a simple treatment.

Here, it's not that I didn't notice the change in his attitude, but I didn't pay much attention to it.Compared with a person who has lived two lifetimes, no matter how mature he is, he is still just a child... But from another perspective, it is doubtful that a child who is only about 13 years old can mature to this level, How did he grow up.

The Uchiha clan, the largest clan of Konoha.It is famous for its Sharingan, among which, the number of black jade in the blood pupil determines the degree of awakening of the eyes.Speaking of which, today's house seems to be only two gems... For Itachi, if I read it correctly, it is - three gems.

Sangouyu... It's not that I don't know the difference between the awakening method of Shigumai and Sharingan, but I still have to admire it.To be able to reach this stage at this age... Konoha is not so much the cradle of "geniuses", but the birthplace of "monsters"!

I am becoming more and more interested in that peculiar place... The above analysis flashed through my mind in a flash, and it only took less than a second of hesitation.Withdrawing all my attention, I concentrated on finishing the work in hand as soon as possible.

In the absence of anesthesia, excessive long-term pain will prolong the patient's mental exhaustion time, which will affect the recovery of the wound.

But this cave can't stay any longer...

There is no time for him to cultivate here slowly.My own time is very tight, what's more, with the medicines I carry with me, I can't give him the most thorough and perfect treatment.His injury can't be delayed, and I can't delay it either...

"... Cough, cough." The slight cold a few days ago has already worsened, and the exhaustion of taking care of the patients these days has made me not sleep very well.No matter how careful I am, I still can't prevent the outbreak of the disease.

He glanced indifferently at the dark red blood froth on his palm, and before Itachi turned his head, he used his discarded gauze to destroy the "evidence" in his hand, and continued with his business as if nothing had happened.

As far as changing the dressing is concerned, it is true to say that it is a "big project".There were too many wounds on the ferret, and a considerable number of gauzes were untied one by one to check the healing and hemostasis of the wounds, wash off the old medicine residue left before, and then apply the medicine and bandage again.After such a process, I also cleaned his body with a damp cloth, and it took almost two hours at the fastest.The workload is not large, but it requires concentrated attention and consumes a lot of energy.

So after doing all this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and leaned softly against the rock wall behind me.

However, just after he relaxed, the itching in his throat reappeared.Subconsciously, I picked up the wine sac that was placed not far away, and I took two gulps into my mouth, trying to suppress the desire to cough, but this action made Itachi, who was watching from the side, frown involuntarily.

Itachi doesn't drink, it's not that he doesn't know how to drink, but in the ninja rules, alcohol is a big taboo.Therefore, he never drinks alcohol during and before the mission.Even if it is necessary to entertain and entertain occasionally, he will only drink slowly.It's etiquette that doesn't allow him to lose his composure, and it's because he never thinks that wine is good to drink.

His intuition told him that the other party was hiding something... But Itachi knew it clearly, but felt that he was not qualified to inquire about other people's privacy.I just feel that this way of drinking is bold in the eyes of others, but it is uncomfortable for the other party.

It was only then that Itachi noticed that the other party's face had always been morbidly pale.It was accumulated over the years, not caused by temporary discomfort, like some hidden disease.This kind of complexion, coupled with the snow color of the body and the long pure white hair, the icy temperament sets off the opponent like a sculpture made of ice and snow, as beautiful and thorough as crystal, but lacks what a human should have angry.

So beautiful, not like a human... as if, never existed in this world.

Inexplicably, he suddenly asked, "Why did you save me?" He didn't really want to know, but he wanted to find an excuse to prevent the other party from drinking like that... For such a person, his silent behavior made his chest feel cold. A shortness of breath.

"...We've seen it before." She didn't understand what the starlight flickering in the black pupil indicated.But I complied with his wishes, put down my wine bag, and answered, "It's in Scrub Village on the border of the Land of Wind." At first I really didn't recognize it, after all, it was a year ago.But when I opened my eyes, those eyes made a deep impression on me.

Deep, like the invisible night sky, or, the purest obsidian.

very beautiful……

"...Scrub Village, are you... the object of Kai's admiration?" Recalling the scene at that time, Itachi and the other party were just acquainted face to face, and the only thing that really impressed him was the Pika Cassie's purer white hair, and "Kappa"'s mournful cry.

"..." Kay?The corners of my eyes twitched slightly thinking of the green-skinned watermelon-headed frog, and I couldn't help frowning: "Nurse, are you from Konoha, right? There are many 'frogs' like that in Konoha?" That's really scary...

"No." In order to prevent outsiders' impression of Konoha from being completely distorted by Kai, Itachi replied very simply: "He is also a rare species in Konoha." "Frog", one is enough to get stuck Cassie is annoyed.

"That's okay..." The furrowed eyebrows eased slightly, and I was secretly glad.Otherwise, I really want to consider walking around the Konoha Gate and heading back home.In order not to become a wanted criminal for murder and silence because of instinctive subconscious resistance!Because a "frog"...really, isn't worth it.

Sensing something from my tone, Itachi turned his face with a black line, feeling that Konoha's image was completely corrupted by that "kappa"!

"Tomorrow, I'll take you back." Wrap him in clothes and hold him in your arms.Same as the previous few days, I hugged him to rest, and before I closed my eyes, I said lightly.

"...Hmm." Because of this movement, he froze for a while, and after a while, Itachi replied softly.However, he found that the other party had already lowered his eyes, and there was the sound of regular shallow breathing.The deep blue and black under his eyes made him, who was a little uncomfortable, stop involuntarily when he wanted to push the other party away.So exhausted is all because of himself, he really couldn't bear to call the other party.

Forget it... for the time being, let's just leave it at that.

After waking up, Itachi closed his eyes uncomfortably. Surprisingly, his body didn't have the slightest resistance because of this hug.

He couldn't tell what it was like. It was the first time for him to let people get so close to him when he grew up so big. Even his parents hadn't had it since he could remember.Although the impression is very strange, the body seems to have already gotten used to that person's temperature, embrace, touch, and the gentle and powerful heartbeat beside the ear... It is inexplicably reassuring.

Even if just for a while...for a while.

The cave returned to its original calm, but from time to time, there would be a few suppressed coughs.

No matter what tomorrow will be, at least at this moment, the peaceful atmosphere makes people can't help but pray...tomorrow will never come.Even if they know how stupid and naive this is, people will always have such unrealistic fantasies—for the rare moments in life that are worth cherishing.