[Comprehensive] Dream Commissary

Think about Sasuke more?

Before Senju Zhuma said this sentence, Uchiha Itachi never felt that there was anything he didn't consider for Sasuke.

Kill the traitor who destroyed the family, take revenge and increase your reputation at the same time...

Spare eye or something, he would deliberately tell this secret when the two of them were dueling.

In this way, Sasuke can use his eyes, open the eternal kaleidoscope, and no longer have to be threatened and troubled by the symptoms of vision loss...

It should have been considered completely, right?

But Senju Hashirama said this... Where did he not consider for Sasuke?

"Think about your brother more. Whether it's emotional or emotional."

Ah, so it's feelings and moods?

Hearing these four words and two phrases, Uchiha Itachi didn't feel suddenly enlightened.

He just remembered the little figure of Sasuke who fell after being tortured by Tsukuyomi that night again after six years.

At that time, Sasuke still had wounds from the shuriken.

Yes, that wound was also his hand.

That was the first time he confronted Sasuke with a sword.

But the reality did not leave him time to pity Sasuke, he needed to act out the next important scene, the scene that had been thought over and over in his heart, in front of Sasuke.

So he launched Tsukiyomi on Sasuke.

At this time, when he recalled the little body that fell on the ground at that time, the feeling of being stabbed by a knife is still clear to this day.

But he has no choice.

As a Uchiha, it is the best result for Sasuke to survive.

As for mood and feelings...

At that time, he couldn't take care of it anymore.

This path stained with pain and blood is already the only and best path he can choose for Sasuke.

"Itachi."

Zhu Jian picked up several bundles of green onions from the ground.

"Can I call you that?"

Itachi nodded.

He woke up from old memories.

But... Senshou Zhujian called him by his name so close...

It's really strange.

I stepped on the snow tracks around the cultivated land, and my feet creaked.

Looking at the wool boots that Lulu made for him, Hashirama felt more and more suitable.

Ah, sure enough wool boots are a hundred times better than ninja shoes!

The warmth that wraps around the ankles is really blissful.

In the past, I used to wear those open-toed ninja shoes all year round... Now thinking about it, it is simply suffering.

"Actually, I can understand your choice."

Wearing a down jacket, jeans, and wool boots, Senju Hashima really does not look like an "ancient man".

"Without a choice, the path you led Sasuke is indeed the best."

Getting the approval of Senjujuma did not make Uchiha Itachi so happy.

"But it's different now."

Except for that glossy black hair, Hashirama looks no different from a handsome guy walking on the streets of Tokyo.

Of course, long hair doesn't make him less handsome.

After all, his long black head has never been feminine.

With a height of 1.8 meters [-] and a pair of long legs, wide arms and tight waist and hips, he looks thin when dressed and undressed. Walking on the street, he is the kind who might be approached by scouts.

"Both you and Sasuke are strong enough. I don't think anyone will trouble you even if the two of you leave the village."

"Can such a person really be happy if he bears hatred all his life?"

Senshou Bashima looked up at the snowflakes falling in the sky.

"Even if the hatred is avenged, it will only continue the hatred to the next generation."

"Is the matter of Uchiha exterminating the clan really just a problem for Shimura Danzo and others? If there is revenge, there are not many innocent people in the entire village. It's like a family feud that has no innocent people."

He looked at Uchiha Itachi's expression.

"You understand, right? Even children who haven't participated in the battle and young people whose hands are not stained with blood can't get rid of the family's hatred."

"Because they are enjoying the flesh and blood of the enemy unconsciously. The food they eat, the money they spend, the weapons they rob, and the clothes they wear, which one is not the flesh and blood of the enemy?"

Hashirama couldn't help but stomped on the snow on the ground twice.

It's exactly the same as a child who has rain boots and must step on puddles.

"Do you really want to let the hatred continue? At this point, you can't hide it from Sasuke. He can no longer go back as if he didn't know anything, and become the hero you imagined."

"The elder brother knows the younger brother best, doesn't he?"

Qianshou Zhujian's words always felt familiar.

It was as if he had said something similar to someone before.

Or, he had thought about these words countless times in his mind.

In the past unknown years.

He thought a lot about what would happen after letting go of his hatred.

Senjujuma is persuading Uchiha Itachi to let go of his hatred.

If this kind of words were told by another person, Uchiha Itachi would definitely be burned by Amaterasu.

However, only facing Senshou Bashirama, he couldn't do so.

This has nothing to do with Senjujuma's strength, nor does it have anything to do with him being controlled by Senjujuma.

Because of those words he said, those words he persuaded him, this man really did it.

Because of this, his persuasion is not even a mouthful.

Because he really did.

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Sasuke sat on the tatami in the living room and heard all the conversations between Hashirama and Itachi.

No way, who made the entrance to the underground farmland just under the floor door of the living room?

Looking at the teacup that Feng Lulu brought to him just now, Sasuke looked at the white forest outside the opposite window.

Want to give up?

The tea stems in the cup were floating, and finally stood up in the dense steam.

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"I would like to confess everything to Sasuke."

Itachi, who harvested green onions with Zhujian, approached Feng Lulu after dinner time.

Of course, there is also the Thousand Hands Column Room in this space.

"But I have one condition."

Itachi spoke slowly.

Feng Lulu and Zhujian were listening quietly.

"Please ask Sasuke to put my eyes on."

"I disagree!"

The wooden door banged against the wall.

The door stopper used to prevent damage to the wall had been thrown from the floor and clanked into the corner.

Sasuke was standing at the door.

Three hooks of jade were already rolling in those writing wheel eyes.

"You have no choice, Sasuke."

Feng Lulu admired Itachi's courage to look directly at Sasuke despite his black eyes.

"Don't call me sasuke!"

Sasuke stepped forward and picked up Uchiha Itachi's collar.

He stared viciously at the familiar face that had appeared in his nightmares countless times in the past six years.

"I will never allow you to make any decisions for me!"

It's a pity that young people are young after all.

Uchiha Itachi didn't seem to take his threat seriously.

"My stupid brother..."

Before the words fell, Sasuke and Itachi fell to the ground at the same time.

Large areas of wounds suddenly appeared on their bodies.

Blood seeped through the clothes and onto the tatami.

"Pillar Room!"

In just a few seconds, the wounds on their bodies had become very terrifying.

Feng Lulu looked at Zhujian in panic.

Really just missed it for a few seconds...

"Don't panic."

Hashirama, who quickly tore off the clothes of the two of them, had already started to use medical ninjutsu to stabilize the physical condition of the two of them.

He dealt with it quite calmly.

"They're out of surgery, don't worry."

surgery?What technique?

Feng Lulu suddenly reacted.

Monthly reading? !

Because it was facing Sasuke, at that moment, Feng Lulu didn't see clearly how Itachi, who was facing away from them, launched this pupil technique on Sasuke.

Thankfully they didn't see it.

If they saw it, they would probably enter that world together.

They were injured all over, but no one could save them.

Monthly reading can allow the caster and the castee to experience three days and three nights in three seconds in the real world.

Therefore, this technique can only last for three seconds at most.

The 72 hours in the spiritual world have passed, and the injuries on their bodies will not increase any more.

"Actually, you can react, right?"

Seeing the unflappable Hashirama, Feng Lulu had to suspect that he deliberately let these two people enter the world of Yuedu.

"They always need to talk alone."

"...That's the way it is?!"

Looking at the knife wounds, burns, contusions, and penetrating wounds on their bodies, Feng Lulu covered her head.

"It's okay, Yuedu world can't kill people. I've been hit many times."

"Eh?"

Feng Lulu raised her head.

"When I confronted Madara before, I got hit many times."

However, although Yuedu can't kill people, it doesn't mean that they can't bleed to death.

Therefore, if the injury is too serious, it is not surprising to die.

So, Hashirama is definitely on guard!

He has the confidence not to be affected by Yueyue.

Smelling the bloody smell coming from her nose, Feng Lulu couldn't calm down no matter what.

Even if Hashirama's men are lit with green lights of medical ninjutsu, it won't work.

"Forget it, I wanted them to talk about it in a few days. It's okay now, after the middle of the month, I have to lie down for at least a month..."