[Comprehensive] living to death

Regarding the results of Mingyue's mission, the Fourth Hokage had no objections after asking a few points clearly.However, there are quite a few criticisms from the opinion group, but after all, Anbu is a unit directly under Hokage, and only Hokage's opinion shall prevail.

Fu Yue found out about Mingyue's mission from nowhere, he was very angry, and reprimanded her severely.Mingyue answered "Yes yes yes" face to face, turned around and took her younger brother to eat dumplings.

What troubled Mingyue a little bit was that Shisui seemed to have received some kind of test, but when she asked Hokage, she was told that Shisui was not in Anbu's establishment, but had another mission.She also asked Zhishui directly, but was vaguely answered by this playmate since she was a child.

Mingyue had to wonder whether Konoha had a third force besides the security team and Anbu.But if Zhishui is unwilling to say it, Mingyue also understands and shows respect. After all, secrecy and loyalty are engraved in the bones of ninjas.Even at the regular family meeting, she would help Zhishui cover up.

Shinji suggested that she should figure out the distribution of Konoha's power as soon as possible, after all, decision-making depends on the perfection of intelligence.

But none of them thought that a major crisis and turning point was waiting for them not far ahead.

******

One night in the early summer of June, Mingyue had a nightmare, the kind of nightmare that one could be sure that it was definitely a nightmare as soon as she opened her eyes.

Because she saw George Orwell.

Still the same pale skin, green curly hair, and the laughing mouth painted with red oil paint contrasted sharply with the coldness in his turquoise eyes.

When Mingyue's eyes fell on him, he immediately stepped away and bowed in an exaggerated manner, and even the back of his purple suit flew out in an ironic arc.

"Long time no see, my lovely leading lady." George Orwell greeted cheerfully, "I miss you so much."

Mingyue stared at him.

"Yeah, long time no see." She smiled slowly, "What can I do for you, Orwell?"

Orwell-

The syllables of farewell for many years stagnated between the teeth, and then smoothed out.

"George, just call me George! My dear, don't be strangers!" George Orwell laughed, with a look of false enthusiasm all over his body, "I got a little interesting information, and I can't wait to get it Let me tell you, I hope I haven't disturbed your sweet dreams~"

His exaggerated laughing face suddenly darkened, and even the surrounding lights were extinguished, only the pale light hit his already pale face, and the red lips turned scarlet. The light in the eyes was eerie and evil.

"Of course," his tone became flat, like a scavenging vulture temporarily washing the shoddy honey from its beak, "I don't apologize for disturbing you at all."

In the darkness, Mingyue said nothing.

Snapped--

A snap of fingers.

The only light source also disappeared suddenly.However, the world is not completely black.

Because a new scene has come.

It was night, and the full moon hung high in the sky, like a huge and bright jade disc.The streets under your feet, the buildings on both sides, and the wires dividing the sky... the scene is so familiar.

Uchiha's family land, the only way she must pass every time she goes home.

She couldn't speak, she couldn't move, but her field of vision was strangely wide, and the whole scene was presented before her eyes.

There is a person who is swift and silent like a stone, and the slender ninja knife in his hand dances into a phantom, and every reflection of light is accompanied by a splash of blood.

On a night when people let their guard down.All the exclamations or screams were blocked by death, Mingyue clearly saw the blood sprayed on the lattice door, and the hand stretched out from the room, clutching the ground tightly and losing its life.

Uchiha...?

When Mingyue finally understood what was happening in front of her eyes, she was completely stunned.

This is one man -- the massacre of a family.

Familiar people, people who have only seen faces; young seniors, old elders, young children; ninjas, ordinary people... She even saw Shinji's face, and she looked out of the window and opened her eyes. His once full of ambition eyes, stubbornly refused to close.

Now, they share the same name - the dead.

How could... who is it? !

As if responding to her question, the Slayer leaped onto the roof.The full moon shines brightly behind him, like a god who doesn't know the suffering in the world, gentle to cruel.In the moonlight, he turned his head and let the moonlight illuminate the blood-colored Sharingan with strange patterns in his eyes, and the painful tears in his eyes.

Even though she has grown up, Mingyue will never admit that she has such a face.

... ferret.

her beloved brother.

The moment the tears fell, the already young Itachi also jumped off the roof and rushed towards the last target.

——The house of the patriarch Fugaku is also their home.

Itachi! ! !

The cognition of the current situation and the future instantly ignited unprecedented emotions in Mingyue's heart.The blood burned wildly, causing her brain to throb with pain.At that moment, she completely forgot that it was a dream, and just wanted to call out her brother's name vigorously.

——What the hell happened! !

The surrounding real world suddenly began to rotate, and countless scenes flashed before his eyes like broken mirrors.

On the edge of the cliff at night, Zhishui, who lost his eyes, showed a sad smile, and then resolutely devoted himself to the fast-flowing Nanhe River;

In the home under the moonlight, the parents who were kneeling on the floor and were killed by their sons without any resistance fell down lifelessly;

Eight generations;

Rice fire;

Shinji;

All those who can and cannot be named.

"why?!"

"You betrayed us!"

This is a question of grief and indignation before death.

"I'm just trying to test my mettle."

Here is the answer.

Between the blood and the death, there are other scenes of the executioner, scattered like feathers.

"The peace of the village is the most important thing."

"I will always be Uchiha Itachi of Konoha Ninja Village."

"Stupid little brother, if you want to kill me... hate it! Live ugly... run away! run away! just live like this..."

"Forgive me, Sasuke... this is the last time."

Mingyue watched all this.She saw everything in her eyes.

The blood gradually filled the entire field of vision, little by little, accumulating into an endless tide, which covered her instep viscously, and kept going up and up, gathering into a sea of ​​blood, devouring her greedily.

Until the moment when she was submerged in the sea of ​​blood, Mingyue still kept her eyes open, staring directly at those repeated scenes and clips.

Snapped--

The crisp snap of fingers erases the hellish scene.

The exaggerated and cold face of the clown emerges with bright and dazzling white light.

"Honey, you should really see your expression now." George Orwell said sweetly, and actually held up a mirror in his hand, and brought it close to the bright moon, "What beautiful eyes you have. "

The bright moon in the mercury mirror has no expression on its face, but the slowly turning Sangouyu in the scarlet eyes has already explained everything.And at the moment when her eyes met with herself in the mirror, the three black hook jades suddenly joined together, transforming into a brand new pattern in an instant.

It's like two simple eyes overlapping vertically and horizontally, with the pupil as the center, and three straight lines extending around each side, connecting with the outermost circle.

Kaleidoscope Sharingan - the highest form of Sharingan, the number is so rare that it is almost legendary.

"It's beautiful," George Orwell praised sincerely, and suddenly said, "You know, my dear, this is the symbol of Shamash, the sun god."

Mingyue finally looked at the smiling clown host with cold eyes.

"What happened just now?" she asked.

"Oh, I thought you understood it already, my dear." George Orwell shrugged, the malevolence in his voice seeping out like nectar. "Of course it's the 'future'."

The pair of sharing eyes that are said to have the symbol of the sun god shrank suddenly.

Just when Orwell expected his dear lead actor to yell, cry, or scold him, the girl with the appearance of a child smiled.

"Sure enough. Orwell, since we are so familiar, why don't we discuss it?" Mingyue said with a smile, "Anyway, you showed me the 'future', why don't you read it more carefully. ? Let's take a closer look at the cause and effect?"

George Orwell's vicious expression froze for a moment.

In the next second, the sound of his laughter resounded throughout the space, shaking the entire dream world to the point of collapse.

"Hahaha, hahaha..." He laughed so hard, "Very good, very good dear! You are better than I imagined, and you can always surprise me!"

"However, no." His tone is between compassion and gloating, "You know, suspense is more charming precisely because of suspense, just as our Venus can only become the undisputed goddess of beauty when his arm is broken. "

Pop, pop, pop.

The clown in the purple suit clapped his hands lightly three times.

"That's the end of the off-court aid." George Orwell lightly put his hands together in a tower shape on his chest, and announced loudly, "Now, let's go back to the show together!"

He bent down and patted Mingyue on the shoulder.

"Remember, dear," said the Joker meaningfully, "every hopeless life—"

"All must be fearful."

George Orwell disappeared in a moment of extreme light and extreme darkness.

******

Mingyue woke up.

Before feeling the moonlight, the first thing you hear is the chirping of insects from the courtyard; summer nights are always full of these.The night wind, the moonlight, the sound of the grass and trees in the courtyard, and the whispering of the running water, this should be a quiet and stable atmosphere, but because it overlaps with the blood-stained night in the dream, Mingyue suddenly sat up.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead on the thin summer quilt, leaving a faint trace.

Mingyue stared at the few drops of sweat for a long time before she let out a long sigh of relief and raised her hand to wipe her chin and forehead.

Moonlight casts the skeleton of the paper door onto the floor.

Mingyue stood up, pushed open the door, and looked up to see a perfect full moon in the clear night sky.She looked at the moon for a while, and suddenly felt a little disgusted with her own name.

The forbearing and painful face of the young man in the dream seemed to appear in the moonlight at the same time.

The night wind in June was warm and hot, and it quickly dried the traces of cold sweat on her body.Mingyue felt a little thirsty, so she walked along the corridor to the kitchen, poured a glass of cold white water and drank it down.

She didn't open the door when she left, and let the fresh air blow into her bedroom, sweeping away the dull breath.The wind blows in gusts.When Mingyue returned to her bedroom, she happened to see a piece of feather fluttering into her bedroom with the wind.

With the bright moonlight, it can be seen clearly that it is a white feather the size of an adult's palm, with red lines on it, which seems to be drawn into some kind of delicate pattern.

As a ninja, Mingyue certainly knows how exquisite ninjutsu can be.She immediately raised her vigilance, lowered her body slightly, and swept into her room lightly and soundlessly.

Feather lay quietly on the floor.

There doesn't seem to be any changes.

Mingyue observed intently for a few seconds and confirmed that there was no trace of Chakra fluctuations or suspicious traces around her. Then she felt relieved and wanted to go over and pick up the overly exquisite feather.

Maybe it fell off accidentally from some handicraft.

Just as she bent down with such thoughts, another gust of wind picked up the feathers and blew them further back.

Against the wall is an alcove containing a samurai sword in a chrysanthemum-patterned sheath.The name of the knife is Sanri Yue Zongjin, and it was a gift Mingyue received when she was promoted to Chunin, and she has been placed in her bedroom all the time.

The feather fell on the blade.

The workmanship of this knife is excellent. If it is not too short, it can be used in actual combat without any problem. Unfortunately, it seems that this is indeed a model knife for people to play with and appreciate...

A burst of soft light emerged from the feathers, and instantly spread around, forming a shimmering, barrier-like transparent bubble that enveloped the entire room, including Mingyue himself.

At the same time, ripples suddenly appeared on the blade, and the feather sank into the blade as if sinking into the bottom of the water.

The light came on again, but this time from the sword's body.

Under Mingyue's stunned gaze, a man who was obviously an adult man appeared in her bedroom.He has short dark blue hair, and he is wearing a safari suit of the same color. The patterns and decorations on the clothes are gorgeous and exquisite, and there is a hair rope with golden tassels in his hair.

If you read correctly, the long sword hanging from his waist is the samurai sword that was originally placed on the alcove.

He half closed his eyes, then looked up, and the smile on his lips suddenly deepened.

"Oh, it's out." He said, "Yue Zong is approaching in the next three days. Although I know it's impossible, I still hope Master Mingyue will remember me."

...Very well, now Sankai Yuezong is not even a knife, but a living person.