Uchiha's superpowers

I can feel the chakra in my brother's body is continuously rushing from the meridians in all parts of the body to his ominous eyes, and in just a short moment, it almost wiped out the little chakra left in my brother's body. Take time out.

If this continues, after the Chakra in the brother's body is exhausted, in order to supply the Chakra needed to open the eyes, the brother will oppress his body and forcibly extract Chakra from the cells that have reached the limit.

In the final analysis, chakra is a kind of life energy, and such squeezing will only deplete my brother's vitality.

But my brother didn't seem to notice the sudden change of emptiness in his body at all, and he met Mori Ogai's eyes coldly, those bright red eyes full of madness and despair, just a glance makes people feel like falling The darkness of the abyss, even Mori Ogai couldn't help being startled, and vaguely uncontrollable worries came to me.

The pair of writing sharing eyes engraved with the hexagram pattern stared at Mori Ogai, with hatred that wished to devour him into pieces, and it seemed that the elder brother understood it when he got these eyes. Open your mouth slowly like the usage method.

"Monthly reading."

I remembered the illusion attack by Uchiha Itachi described in the manga that recorded my brother’s story. I think my brother may have realized the illusion constructed by his sharingan after having these eyes. It was used against Mori Ogai again.

In just a blink of an eye, I felt that Mori Ogai's shell built by his strong will and firm belief, which could even shield my telepathy, suddenly collapsed and collapsed like a piled-up gravel castle, and scattered into weak The dust piled up on the ground, turned into a heap of neglected waste.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!"

Mori Ogai got rid of my thought control at that moment, covered his head with his hands and screamed, the pupils of the wine red pupils that always shone with ambition trembled violently, showing panic Indeterminate weakness and pain.

His thoughts were so chaotic that I was dizzy, like countless electric noises flowing through and piercing my eardrums, noisy and uncomfortable.

Could it be that Ogai Mori saw the scene of the destruction of Yokohama in his brother's illusion? !

My scalp was numb, and even goosebumps were aroused by the messy noise.

Although I complained like this, I also know how terrible the illusions cast by the Uchiha family through Sharingan are for an ordinary person without chakra. I didn’t want Mori Ogai to become a fool directly, so I cut Mori Ogai's perception of the outside world made him lose consciousness and pass out just like the people outside under my control.

I took a look at Mori Ogai, who had passed out on the desk and still had fear in his expression. It was a pity that the method I had planned to revenge Mori Ogai died before it was used.

But now I don't have time to think about it.

My brother's eyes kept gushing blood because too much chakra was squeezed into the narrow eye meridians, and the sound of drops falling on the ground made me tremble with fear.

I slowly withdrew the idea of ​​removing the invisibility from the bottom of my heart, walked behind my brother instead, and knocked him on the back of the neck with a hand knife to make him temporarily unconscious.

Of course, this is for the sake of his body, not because I don't know how to face my brother after playing off.

... In short, if you can procrastinate for a while, just procrastinate for a while, give my invincible superpower some time to think about how to solve this matter!

By the way, I let the other people under my control return to the position they were before they lost consciousness, and then I released the control on their bodies. When they wake up tomorrow morning, they will only remember that they lost it the first time they saw me. consciousness.

Now, Osamu Dazai and I are the only two sober people left in the whole building.

I stared at him for a while.

Dazai Osamu looked back at me for a while, and his smile was a little bit uncontrollable, "Uchiha-kun, this is what you planned, although I can't see it, but since it is used to teach Sasuke-kun, plus Mr. Mori's Words and actions, what you did to that rabbit doll is easy to guess."

He made an innocent expression, "I'm just helping Uchiha-kun to perfect your plan."

I had to open my mouth and make it clear to him that I had no intention of beating him up again.

"No, I'm just wondering whether to send you to the hospital."

I pointed to the blood slowly dripping from Osamu Dazai's head, and said expressionlessly, "Your head is bleeding."

Osamu Dazai wiped the blood that slid down his cheek, and said without changing his face, "No need, this small wound will heal by licking it on your own."

I nodded perfunctorily, I didn't really care about Osamu Dazai, I just asked politely out of the weird sense of responsibility of 'I injured this person'.

I picked up my brother with my thoughts, and prepared to take him home first.

"correct."

I suddenly remembered something, turned my head and said to Osamu Dazai, "After Zhongya takes over as the leader of the port mafia tomorrow, please tell me something."

I paused, "Just say-I want to live a peaceful life, so I'm sorry."

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, as if he understood my plan, he chuckled and said, "I know, I will tell you."

He raised his hand and touched his chin, "If you say that, Ranpo-kun's plan is impossible to come true." Dazai Osamu was very interested, "Wow, I really want to see Ranpo-kun's expression after he knows about this, You might cry."

Osamu Dazai is right, I do not intend to stay in the Port Mafia, nor do I intend to go to the organization that Edogawa Ranpo plans to form with Fukuzawa Yukichi, let alone a government with many rules like the Supernatural Secret Service It's off.

I have decided to abandon all the troubles and conveniences brought about by my identity as a mind-peeper after today.

Tomorrow, large and small underground organizations and official agencies in Yokohama will learn a piece of reassuring news——

——The port mafia mind-peeper was ordered to be executed for defecting.

I now understand why my ancestors always told me not to expose my superpowers.

I only attracted so many peeps because I exposed my telepathy ability by surprise, and I even managed to avoid my telepathy, and let me fall into a trap, and there is even a bug like Osamu Dazai Super existence, if I really exposed all my abilities, some people will definitely feel uneasy about this, and want to send me to the research institute for examination or directly kill me for life.

Too much trouble.

It's really too much trouble.

I just want to live a normal life of going to school and watching dramas and eating dessert every day.

Besides, my plan to stimulate my brother to stimulate his complex mental state to be more normal not only failed, but also seemed to be more serious.

To be honest, I even planned to find a regular hospital to find a psychiatrist to show my brother.

But at the age of seven, the whole family was killed by his biological brother, so he suffered from mental illness and the like...

No doctor would believe it if he said it.

Maybe he just treats his brother as delusional—oh no, he already has delusions—maybe he just treats his brother as delusional, it won’t get better.

After thinking about it, I decided to go home.

That's right, I'm not talking about returning to the high-end apartment assigned to me by the port mafia, but returning to the Uchiha village where my brother and I were born and raised.

The elder brother's heart knot lies in the night when the Uchiha exterminated the clan, and his hatred and sickness also came from it.

After trying to obey my brother's wishes and let him indulge in the joy of protecting me, I gave up the idea of ​​correcting my brother in this way.

Compared with the idea of ​​improving my brother's mental state, in my opinion, the feeling brought about by that method is more like an addiction. After a short period of relief, what surges forth is a stronger desire, which Letting my brother indulge in his personal heroism would be an honor for me to push myself to the limit.

Then we can only try to solve this problem fundamentally.

After reading the manga that I harmonized a long time ago, I have understood what people who stood on different positions before I was born thought, and I also know why my elder brother made such a decision.

But after all, it was pain that I had never experienced before. I was only in that deserted and quiet mansion, on my elder brother who often showed a confused expression, on the many clansmen who were frozen in the way they were when they were alive, and in the village. From the disgusted eyes that often cast their eyes on me, I can vaguely see how the night that turned my brother's whole world upside down was so hard to look back on.

I have no way to tell my brother all the truth from the perspective of an outsider, and let him let go of the guilt that will only make him go further and further away.

Besides, I'm not sure he can bear the feeling of emptiness after knowing the truth and suddenly realizing that his hatred all the time is meaningless.

I hesitate.

At times like this, I thought of the ghosts still haunting the Uchiha Mansion.

If the people who have also experienced all this tell the truth to my brother, can I let my brother make a decision after calmly thinking about it.

At that time, no matter whether my elder brother chooses to continue revenge or forgive elder brother, I will support him without hesitation.

the most important is.

At a critical juncture like today when they accidentally got into trouble, ordinary children would look for their mother sobbing and crying while being frightened.

I thought deeply.

Although I have superpowers, I can cook, I can do laundry, I can clean, I can take care of myself, and I can make my brother fat and fat by the way, and I won’t cry out in embarrassment...but this year I’m still just A six-year-old who just had his birthday.

It shouldn't be too much to leave the matter of cleaning up the mess to the parents after accidentally getting into trouble.

I thought with a guilty conscience.