Uchiha's superpowers

"I want to know how far you can do it," Mori Ogai said.

I thought about it carefully. Now Osamu Dazai at most knows that I have superpowers of telepathy and mind control. In addition, I will add spiritual divination to it, synthesize it, and then weaken it a little...

[I can hear the voices of others, give them psychological hints, make them believe in a certain fact that does not deviate too far from common sense, and if I can touch their skin with my hands, I can read memories. ]

I said such things in a normal way, and I don't think such an ability is any great.

If I have to say it, I remember that among Konoha's top ninjas, there is a man named Yamanaka who can read other people's memories through special ninjutsu.

But Mori Ogai's bright red pupils, which were like a vampire, suddenly revealed a soft light of joy, and the eyes that stared at me were as focused and loving as if they saw a shining diamond.

"Uchiha-kun," he even trembled slightly in his tone, and even the teasing honorifics he added before became extraordinarily sincere, "Can you let me see it?"

[what? ]

I asked with some doubts.

And Mori Ogai stared into my eyes, clasped his hands, and said softly like a devout believer, "Let me see your godlike talent."

I got goosebumps all over because of Mori Ogai's disgusting eyes.

but.

I looked down at the pink dessert coupon I was clutching tightly in my hand, and nodded reluctantly.

[Can. ]

"It's my honor." Mori Ogai stood up, walked in front of me, bent down and stretched out his hand towards me, posing an inviting gesture, his eyes were as bright and intoxicating as red wine.

He said, "Please."

I hesitated for a moment, put my hand into the palm of his white glove, and then stood up following his gentle pull.

Mori Ogai held my hand like this, walked through the long corridor covered with intricately patterned carpets, and walked into the empty elevator, watching the bright red numbers beating silently.

Then stop at the negative second floor.

Then through the cold and damp dark tunnel, in front of the dimly lit candle, a beautiful woman in a gorgeous kimono and cloak leaned over slightly, revealing a section of her snow-white neck under a high bun. The red lips parted slightly, and he called out, "Boss."

"Momiji." Mori Ogai greeted her, let go of my hand, put his hand on my back, and gently pushed me towards the woman called Momiji.

The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a fox-like smile, "This is the kid, please leave the two newcomers to him."

"It's such a young child." Hongye bent down and looked at me with compassion and tenderness. Mingming was not very old, but she carried a kind of motherly love.

She stretched out her hand towards me. The white palms were not as delicate as imagined. They seemed to have thin gun calluses from holding guns for many years. They were yellow and hard, and they were bloody hands.

But I don't hate it, maybe because most of my people have similar hands.

I looked at it quietly for a while, then put my hand on it.

She held it tightly, the warmth and rough touch reminded me of my mother.

A woman named Uchiha Mikoto.

As I said before, when I was four years old, I brought back the clansmen who died on the night of genocide to the world of the living, and let them wander between the human world and the pure land in a state of nothingness.

This also includes my parents.

Compared with my father who has been busy with intelligence work, my mother's deliberate avoidance of me is a little more obvious.

She likes to hide in a corner, or a corner that I can't notice, just watching me quietly and sadly.

However, whenever I want to get close to her, she avoids me and stays far away.

Although I can catch up to her with a little effort, but every time she hides her face and leaves in a hurry, I will stop in place and watch her leave quietly.

If it is an ordinary child, seeing his mother who is so far away from him, he will definitely be sad, so that he doubts his meaning to his mother.

But for me who has telepathy, it is not difficult to understand my mother's thoughts.

'I, who made him so unfortunate to come into this world, am not qualified to be his mother. '

Unlike my ancestors, who thought I was a favored child of the gods and had great expectations of me, my mother seemed to think that the superpowers I possessed were cursed powers.

'Being stronger than everyone else, he has no way to comprehend the meaning of struggle, no matter what he can do easily, it also means that he loses the sense of happiness and accomplishment that ordinary people can have in achieving his goals, he can understand people's hearts, It just keeps him in isolation knowing all the secrets. '

'This world is meaningless to him, this kind of life that sees the end from the beginning is pale and empty. '

'Why, why is this child alone and helpless. '

She is always crying silently, even if the transparent tears leave her body, they will melt into the air silently.

Although I want to tell her that I am not as miserable as she imagined, I already have something I want to grasp and a goal I want to achieve. Even if I just repeat the life of taking care of my brother every day, it is already worth cherishing happy.

Mother, though, doesn't seem ready for her yet.

After all, after going through a blank period of four years, seeing the children growing up suddenly, even after a year, she still hasn't adapted.

So I decided to let her confirm it with her own eyes.

Make sure she doesn't owe me anything, make sure I'm content with this life.

It would be even better if she can confirm by the way whether her second son needs to be sent to the orthopedic hospital for head treatment.

I thought so expressionlessly.

Hongye led me to the depths of the underground dungeon, where the top executives of the GSS that were wiped out not long ago were imprisoned.

Pointing to the two dying people covered in blood, she said to me softly, "I have tried various methods, but no matter what, I couldn't pry their mouths open and let them tell the truth about the GSS arsenal. address."

A look of shame appeared on her bright and beautiful face, "The concubine's torture method is not good enough, and I accidentally used it a little harshly. If she is in this state and interrogated again, she may die, but those batches The weapons leader is in a hurry to ask again, and there is no time to wait for them to heal their wounds before asking, so," she paused, "please, ask for the address of the GSS arsenal."

I nodded, glanced at the man lying on the dirty ground like two puddles of dead flesh, and asked.

[Can they hear voices now?Or, is there still consciousness? ]

"Maybe not very conscious." Hongye showed an embarrassed expression.

[Then there's no way. ]

I sighed, reached out and took off the thin glove on one hand, and said as if I were dying, [Open the door. ]

Even I don't want to re-experience a person's life in detail when it is not necessary.

Momiji took off the key hanging from her wrist, and opened the cell door with a click.

I walked in alone, and outside were Mori Ogai and Momiji who couldn't see their expressions clearly under the dim light.

Unwilling to touch the dirty blood, I picked and found a slightly cleaner place and gently put my fingertips on it.

It took me about 20 seconds to read the memory, and it took me 1 minute to dig out the useless memory from the brain of a violent man who fought since childhood.

Don't look at the short time, I have suffered a lot of mental attacks.

It was okay when I was young, but when I grow up, is it really suitable for children to watch such a picture of flesh and blood flying everywhere?This kind of thing should be mosaiced earlier and then marked with twenty bans!

"The underground factory on Linjiang Avenue, the specific address is probably between No. 330 and No. 355."

Mori Ogai suddenly smiled.

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh-"

He seemed to be laughing until he couldn't breathe, and his crazy laughter echoed throughout the dungeon.

"Hey, Uchiha-kun." He stopped suddenly, his eyes were full of ambition, and he had a quite ordinary gentle smile on his face, but because of the contrast with the previous madness, it made people feel even more frightened.

I'm not interested in whether Mori Ogai is crazy or what's wrong. I just hold the dessert coupon and imagine the scene of ordering desserts all over the table, and pink flowers pop up happily.

Mori Ogai called my name, and I just responded perfunctorily, "Huh?"

His smile grew wider.

"You are such a good boy."

He said so.

The author has something to say: Kusuo: I know, thank you for the compliment.