[Hokage] On the Feasibility of Brother Control

The moment he was forcibly removed from the reincarnation of the dirty soil, Madara's mind went blank. He never thought that this person would personally send him back to the kingdom of death, but the fact gave him a slap in the face.

How can you do this?

At that moment, he was shocked, dazed and even at a loss, but he couldn't hate it.

This person paid too much for him, so much that he couldn't bear it at all.

But why would you do this?

He wanted to catch that person and ask him clearly, but his broken body couldn't do it anymore, right?

How can you do this?

He questioned loudly but could no longer shout out. The dead should return to the kingdom of the dead after all.

But he was unwilling.

Obviously already...

Obviously I can stand by your side...

Obviously, I should be able to stand by your side! ! !

— Obsession.

Even though he couldn't help himself, he still desperately rushed to the place where the person in his memory was.

How can you do this? ! ! !

The gate of the imperial city, which was opened once in a hundred years, finally closed heavily.

Miyagi, which did not exist in the world, once again disappeared from people's sight.

Everything is just a vain dream.

Whether it's people outside the city or people inside the city.

——If this is just a dream.

When regaining consciousness, Madara was already in an empty hall.

It was really a magnificent palace, and Madara guessed that this was probably the interior of the imperial city, but he didn't like this place where the legendary emperor who ruled the world was qualified to live at all.

It is full of extreme luxury, but it has never been half popular.

Such supremacy is nothing but creepy.

But where is that person now?

With a thought, I walked in, but I found something abnormal as soon as I took a step.

As the soul, why do I feel down-to-earth?

Clenching his fists unbelievably hard, the touch of his body is so vivid, even the pain of fingertips piercing his palm is so real.

He was surprised, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. No matter how real the feeling of being alive was, he was dead after all.

Along the way, the doors were all open, and everything he saw was luxurious and exquisite, but he only felt that it was getting colder and colder.

No matter how gorgeous this palace city is, it can't hide the desolation that doesn't even have the slightest life in it.

More like a lonely grave than a dwelling.

His heart has gradually sank.

The smell of sandalwood began to be faintly visible, and his pupils moved slightly, following the fragrance.

end.

A room of sandalwood.

It was an altar.

Full of offerings.

and spirit position.

He came closer to look, and the names on the coffin were all very unfamiliar, the only thing that was a little familiar was the name "Tong Yin" on the coffin below.

This is the name of the previous "Emperor" that Kyuubi mentioned before.

Also that person's biological mother.

His gaze shifted to the blank coffin beside him. The freshly stained bloodstain on the coffin made him very uncomfortable.

...what about people?

He looked around and saw a small door half closed in the corner.

His heart suddenly beat violently, and he had a premonition that he was about to meet that person!

After passing through the small gate, he actually exited the palace.That step is like stepping into the ice and snow poles, the icy rockery, the cold pool and the snow field, the white cold air lingers, everything is like a fairyland in the haze.

But no matter how mysterious and beautiful everything was, it did not attract his attention. At this moment, all he could see was the person standing in the snow who was looking towards him in astonishment.

He walked over with no expression on his face.

The man seemed to wake up suddenly, and his face darkened instantly.

"How did you get in?!"

The clasped wrist hurts, maybe it will bruise?He thought about it endlessly, completely ignoring the man's face.

"Didn't you say you wanted to come in together?" Curling the corners of his mouth a little viciously, he said slowly, "Are you afraid? Could it be that King's Landing is so frightening?"

He didn't ask the reason, but looking at the man's pale face, he knew that something must have been hidden again.But he didn't care anymore, he was here, right in front of this person, and he wouldn't let himself be left behind!

The man stared at him silently for a long time, and finally turned his head.

"The next time the imperial city opens, you go out, you are the soul, and you can afford to wait for 100 years." With a slight sigh, that person seemed unwilling to say more.

"What about you?" he asked.

Wei Wei was stunned, and after a while the man said slowly: "I can't wait that long, can I?"

He stopped talking, a storm was raging in his eyes, but he couldn't vent because of this person in front of him.

This is the imperial city.

It symbolizes the supreme imperial city.

Every corner has been stunningly gorgeous.

Every breath is cold.

This is the imperial city.

It symbolizes the supreme imperial city.

A beautiful prison.

An empty tomb.

You have worked so hard to send yourself to your grave.

Should I be angry or sad?

No, he's just tired.

From this person's temperament, he should have discovered the abnormality of the matter long ago.

He fell twice in the same con.

Stupid isn't it?

You also... think so...

After a long while, he calmed down after restraining his emotions, looked directly at that person, and said in a low voice: "I am a soul who can afford to wait a hundred years, so after you die, wouldn't your soul take me away? Or... you Are you still going to lie to me with a secret?"

The hand clasping his wrist seemed to stiffen for a moment, and then he heard the man sigh heavily.

"You're always going to be extra smart when you shouldn't be."

The man said so, pulling himself forward.

"See that ring of candlesticks?"

Passing through the thicker and thicker cold air, he didn't realize until he was brought closer that in the cold pool, a stone platform was covered by the lingering cold air.

"See the candlesticks up there?"

Looking in the direction of the man's finger, he could vaguely see a star of flame flickering on the stone platform through the white cold air. He nodded slightly and listened to the man's continuation.

"There are ten such candlesticks, but now only that one is still lit."

The man's tone was still very relaxed, but he didn't feel at ease at all.

"Look at the water again."

He did as he said, only to be shocked to find that the shadow in the water was actually the reflection of a continent.

"The emperor holds the lifeblood of this world."

There was clearly a sigh in the laughing words, he looked away from the reflection, and bumped into the man's dark eyes.

"I didn't lie to you, I just never told you that once I enter the imperial city, I can no longer leave."

"...You never really said anything." He didn't speak right away, and stared at that person quietly for a long time before turning his eyes away. "By this time, you still haven't said everything."

"Nothing else." The man shook his head and said slowly: "There are ten candlesticks in total, and only one is still burning. What I want to do is to relight all the candlesticks when this candlestick goes out."

This sounded not difficult, but he didn't believe that it was as simple as it sounded.

Perhaps the suspicion in his eyes was too much, the man pursed his lips and gently held his hand.

"Only this time, promise me, you will leave here obediently, okay?"

It was like the tone he used when coaxing himself as a child, but he knew that this person would not tell him more.

But he was never the type to be obedient, was he?

So he nodded and smiled cutely, "Of course, I will obediently follow behind you, brother—" His eyes were suddenly suppressed with sternness, but he still smiled as if he would grab the corner of his brother's clothes and refuse to let go Child, "If you don't accompany me to leave, I will accompany you to die."

The man was angry as expected, but suppressed his anger after glancing at the candlestick, "Think about Quanna, Madara."

"Quanna won't be here in a hundred years." He remained unmoved, staring at the man coldly, even though the man was furious.

He didn't give in an inch, not out of anger, but because he knew that once he backed down, the person in front of him might never be seen again.

——What he gambled on was always this person's indulgence to him.

The candle flames on the stone platform in the cold pool danced, and the orange flame seemed to be in danger.

The person who was originally full of anger seemed to have been drained of all his strength in an instant. Without anger, there was only sadness that could not be shaken off.

He saw that pair of black eyes filled with water vapor.

"...you are my...most important hope...whether in the past, present, or future..."

The man's hand clutching his wrist was so cold that even the dead self felt frozen.

"I didn't feel the reality of my life until you were born. For me, your future is more important than my existence."

He didn't know what that person wanted to say, but the words he heard made his heart that had lost its vitality beat violently.

"I'm sorry that I never asked your wish, so this time...Although I still hope that you can carry my expectations and go on, but..."

He saw the candlelight on the stone platform flicker, and the flame began to flicker.

The man smiled, he saw sadness.

"Are you willing to live with my hope and bear these unhappy memories, or choose to be with me..."

"—never after."

His pupils shrank suddenly, and the strength on his wrist was slowly released. The man turned around and stared quietly at the diminishing flames.

Never afterlife?

Really scary statement.

An afterlife like Quanna?

But who can guarantee that she will be as lucky as Quan Nai to recover the memory of her previous life?

If there is no such memory, what does such an afterlife have to do with me?

There is no afterlife.

He never thought about rebirth, so he didn't care about it at all. He was just a little surprised, surprised that this person actually told the truth.

"This time, let me guard you."

The last candle was finally extinguished.

The man took his hand and said softly: "Even if it's the last moment, if you go back on your word, I will send you back to the shore."

He remained silent, and was led by the man and stepped into the water.

It was really the cold that was carved into the bone marrow.

He saw the red liquid spread from the man's body, but the man didn't realize it, and walked towards the depths of the lake step by step.He wanted to make a sound, but the sound seemed to be frozen and difficult to make. As a soul, this is simply incredible.

——No, there is something in this water...

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he was staggered by that person.

"I'll take you up."

"……unnecessary."

The diluted blood was still shocking, and he noticed that there were three or two orange stars on the stone platform over there, which were probably lit candles.

He seemed to suddenly understand what those candlesticks were lit with.

Noticing his gaze, the man whispered: "This pool is connected to the entire continent, and the candlelight is the remaining energy of the pool, and every ten years, a candlestick will run out of energy."

"What about you?"

He found it difficult to speak, but apart from his pale face due to blood loss and hypothermia, the speed and tone of his speech were normal.

"...I will be with this world just like the previous emperors."

He was still a little puzzled about how the "presence" was, but soon he felt it.

It was the pain of the soul being crushed bit by bit.

"I'll take you up."

"……Do not."

He stubbornly looked at the person who was no longer bleeding, and suddenly hugged that person tightly.

If the soul could cry, it must have been in tears.

At least this time, death is with you.

Dots of light overflow from the cold pool.

Ten candlesticks burn quietly and steadily with orange flames.

No one grieves anymore.

No one suffers anymore.

No one will sing the old ballad anymore.

In the palace full of sandalwood, the blood stained on the blank spiritual tablet turned into words.

But no one will call that name again.

No one will know that the person who left with this name did not even leave his name behind.

After a hundred years, Miyagi will reopen, but some people will remember that they left——

I turned into the sun, into the breeze, into the stars and flowing water

When the sun wakes up the dream

when the breeze kisses the cheek

When you see the world is still going on

Please hold the sunshine, hold the wind

listen to the voice of the world

- I am here, always by your side

The author has something to say:

The outline of death without a whole body makes a certain person no longer have the desire to save, so just end the text and go to the new pit of Zhabanquan...

In fact, the outline has two endings, one BE and one HE. As a result, Mr. Outline died early and gave up treatment...

Ahaha, it's not cruel to have your soul sacrificed and you won't even have the next life...

Can't live together, die together is also happiness...

So it's also HE in a sense - presumably?