The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

Uchiha Wansora knew that he was under the illusion.

This is a rare thing.

The Uchiha clan can be called the master of illusion because of the boundary of blood inheritance such as Sharingan. Usually, before others cast illusions on them, they use their racial talents to cast illusions on them first.

At this time, she was in a sea of ​​flowers, wild white flowers were gently shaking, and the edge of the sea of ​​flowers was a huge sun.

Sunset, flowers.

It seems to have returned to the day when she opened Sharingan.

It was also the day she started keeping a diary.

Uchiha Wansora clenched his fists and turned his head sharply. Behind him were countless people whose faces could not be seen clearly, only their clothes were different.

The Senju family, the Hagoromo family, the Hinata family, the Sarutobi family...

All the famous families mentioned seemed to appear, just like the scene at that time, they were approaching her with weapons in hand.

As long as they get close, they will kill her without hesitation.

Kill 'em, kill 'em!

Kill them before they get close!

Every drop of blood seemed to be clamoring for this sentence, and the turbulent fighting intent echoed in her heart, and her fighting instinct had already made her ready to clenched the knife in her hand.

But reason told her that she couldn't do this.

This is not the Warring States period, this is an illusion. She and Jinghua's mother are still in the mall.

Absolutely can't do it casually.

She suppressed her instinct of wanting to do something, and thought of Jinghua's mother.

Hao also likes Xiao Jinghua, if he accidentally kills Jinghua's mother, he may be a bachelor for the rest of his life.

She squinted at the crowd slowly approaching her.

She understands the mechanism of illusion, and also understands that the person in front of her is not the real enemy.

...Give me some trust in Jinghua's mother.

The group stopped ten paces away from her, discussing in whispers how to capture her, gouge out her eyes, and test new ninjutsu on her.

They also mentioned that they once picked up a dead body in a collapsed cave, and they used that dead body for experiments.

This is the scary part of illusion, what you are afraid of will appear.

Uchiha Wansora kept telling himself that these were all fake.

The string in my mind was getting more and more tense, as if it was about to break at any moment.

Suddenly, she heard a cry of a child.

It was the same cry as that day.

The memory of the day I opened my eyes came back.

They were running in the woods, avoiding the pursuers behind them, and there was a newborn limp child, Uchiha Wansora was holding this child, for fear that an accident would break his bones.

He was wrapped in clothes casually, a small one, with a wrinkled face, like an ugly monkey, who couldn't even open his eyes, but cried loudly.

A burst of crying attracted the pursuers.

They were exhausted, but no one chose to give up the little child.

Even Uchiha Wansora, who was the smallest at the time, didn't have one.

The child's mother struggled to get off Uchiha Governance's back, and said to Uchiha Wansora, "Sora, give him to me."

Uchiha Wansora hesitated.

The young mother smiled softly, "He won't cry in mother's arms."

When the child reached the mother's arms, he did not cry, and they returned to the base successfully.

Uchiha Wansora turned around, and there was a little boy crying behind him.

"Ah, you've grown up." Uchiha Wansora's spirit, which was about to collapse, was pulled back by the burst of crying.

She knelt down, wiped away his tears gently with her rough fingers, looked at his pupils which were stars in one and circles in the other, and smiled, "Have you also opened Sharingan? It feels a bit different. But your mother should be happy if she knows."

"I didn't expect you to be cute when you grow up." Her voice was full of regret.

The incomplete doll that fell on the ground was picked up. Uchiha Wansora held the doll and softly comforted the crying child.

"Don't cry, okay?"

"Cry again, but you will be killed."

The little boy cried louder.

Uchiha Wansora looked behind him again, and the group of people still stopped ten steps away.

There seemed to be thousands of bugs gnawing at her brain, mentally reminding her of danger and danger.

She was full of fear, afraid of being hurt by others, and the thought of pulling out the knife to kill them was always there.

If they died, he was safe.

The crying of the little boy reminded her to calm down again and again, it was an illusion.

Because it is impossible for her to hear the cry of that child again.

But comforting a sad child is something a mature adult should do.

"What are you crying for?" Uchiha Wansora shook the little doll in his hand, "Do you want to play with a doll?"

The little boy ignored her and knelt on the ground, holding his head and crying.

"...It's really nerve-wracking." Uchiha Wansora scratched his head.

"Empty..." A familiar voice came from afar.

Uchiha Wansora looked up, but couldn't see the face of the person who came, only saw a traditional Uchiha robe with a few petals of flowers on the corner of the robe.

"Kong, give him to me." The man's voice was soft and soft, and he was panting slightly, and slowly stretched out his hand towards the doll in her heart.

Uchiha Wansora looked at the approaching hand, his eyes flickered, and he clenched the doll in his hand.

In the next second, she turned her head to pick up the crying child and disappeared in front of them.

Don't let her touch the baby!

Uchiha Wansora thought subconsciously, she is already strong now, and there is no need for that young mother to sacrifice her child anymore.

She didn't want to just hide behind the tree and watch the mother dig a hole with her bare hands in the sea of ​​flowers to bury her child who had stopped breathing.

The flowers and the setting sun were the first time Uchiha Wansora realized what life was, and she opened her eyes unconsciously while hiding behind the tree.

She will coax the child well and take him back.

Uchiha Wansora, who was in a daze, disappeared into the shopping mall in place.

The vigilant people around made a noise.

"Go find her!" Jinghua's mother ordered decisively.

Osamu Dazai looked at his palm and frowned.

"...The way she looked at me just now was really annoying."

She would actually show that vigilant and guarded expression to him because of an insignificant brat who tricked her.

Uchiha Wankong didn't know where she had gone, there was still a sea of ​​flowers in front of her, and the red sun was half-sunk.

She seems to never be able to get out of this sea of ​​flowers.

It's like she can never change what has happened in the past.

Fortunately, the baby's crying has stopped.

Uchiha Wansora breathed a sigh of relief.

When she was about to say something, she suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Turning his head to look, Uchiha Wanzora's pupils shrank.

"Quanna—"

The white-haired and blue-armored man withdrew his knife and looked at her contemptuously, "Thank you also for your sharingan, which inspired me to learn new ninjutsu."

"Uchiha Quanna, who has no flaws, has finally exposed a blind spot. Thank you very much."

Uchiha Wansora bit his lip hard, already tasted blood in his mouth.She turned a deaf ear to the words of Qianshoubeijian, and just stared at the person who had fallen to the ground.

She didn't see how Quanna died with her own eyes. When the war was going on, she was in the Land of Thunder.

When she received the news, the funeral was already over.

"Are you Qianshoubeijian?" She asked hoarsely.

"It should be." She stood up from the ground staggeringly, "But I promised, I won't kill you."

The blade had already appeared in her hand, and the tip of the blade dragged a long trace on the ground. Uchiha Wanzo approached him holding the blade.

"I won't kill you, but if you lose, then kill yourself!"

With a swing of the knife, the sword hit with a crisp sound, and the flashing knife was blocked by another knife.

"President!" Tanizaki Naomi was taken aback by the sudden attack.

Just now this girl appeared on the street corner with a child in her arms for no apparent reason, and then shot towards the president inexplicably.

"Go away, she has been hit by an illusion." Fukuzawa Yukichi clenched the knife in his hand, waving it to deal with attacks from all directions.

He looked at those out-of-focus eyes, obviously expressionless, but unexpectedly felt the extreme sadness.

"why……"

"Obviously... we have already made concessions, but you are still relentless."

"Obviously Ban has decided to let you go..."

"Are you afraid? Because you killed Quanna."

"Are you afraid of our revenge? Are you afraid that we don't sincerely want to join Konoha? What are you afraid of!"

"Isn't peace what everyone wants?"

Accompanied by those words of unclear meaning, Uchiha Wanzo's offensive became more and more fierce.

With the last slash, the knives of the two made a clicking sound at the same time, and the broken blade flew out.

Uchiha Wanzora's figure swayed, and his eyes slowly regained clarity.

Osamu Dazai pinched the ugly doll in his hand, and Yumeno Hisaku who was crying uncontrollably with one hand.

The knife slipped from Uchiha Wankong's hand, she looked at the silver-haired middle-aged man with a serious expression in front of her, and blinked her eyes.

"That... I'm very sorry." She bowed to the man.

"Your knife skills are good."

"Hey? Thank you for the compliment?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi gave a "hmm" and folded his arms and said, "Although I don't know what you have experienced, you are a good kid."

Under the extreme hatred and loss of reason, he was still able to control his actions. Although he made an agreement with him inexplicably for him to commit suicide, he also strictly abided by the promise.

Just wanted to beat him, not kill him.

Such a tenacious mind is rare in the world.

"Hey! Sora! Have you finished talking?" Osamu Dazai waved his hands behind him, shaking Yumeno Hisaku's collar, "This brat started crying again, it's so noisy!"

Uchiha Wansora rubbed his temples and said "solution".

Yumeno Hisaku hiccupped, shrank behind Dazai Osamu, tightly tugged at the hem of his clothes, and looked at Uchiha Wanzo in fear.

Compared to Osamu Dazai, this person in front of him seemed more terrifying.

"so tired……"

A gust of wind blew by, and Uchiha Wanzora shuddered, only to realize that the clothes on his body seemed to have been soaked in sweat.

"Go home and rest if you're tired!" Osamu Dazai casually threw Yumeno Kusaku to the side of Nakahara Chuya, took Uchiha Wanzora's hand and shook it.

Uchiha Wanzo looked sleepy, put his chin on Osamu Dazai's shoulder, and said exhaustedly, "I don't want to walk."

She is really tired.

Fighting against one's instinct itself is not an easy task, the whole body is extremely sore and limp, and the brain is throbbing, as if it is about to break through the skull and rush into the universe in the next second.

"It's okay!" Dazai Osamu smiled, rubbed Uchiha Wanzora's face, and took the hair extension from her hair, "Wait for me here!"

He helped Uchiha Wansora to sit down on the flower bed by the side of the road, and while Nakahara Nakaya settled Yumeno Kusaku, he quietly attacked his motorcycle.

There was the whistling wind in his ears, and a black overcoat was covering his body. Uchiha Wansora held Dazai Osamu's waist tightly, and said in a daze, "Remember to return the car to Chuya tomorrow."

"Yes Yes."

"...Don't drive the car into a ditch, you won't be able to pay for it."

"I'm already driving very slowly!"

"When you go back, take the clothes to Jinghua's mother."

"understood."

"..."

"Empty sauce?"

"..."

"You actually fell asleep?" Dazai Osamu parked the car in the yard, and carefully picked up Uchiha Wanzora.

"...It's much lighter than expected."

Carrying Uchiha Wansora back to the bed, he touched the center of the other's brow, which was tightly locked even in a dream.

He seldom saw Uchiha Wansora sleeping, almost a little noise would wake her up, sometimes Osamu Dazai couldn't do it even if he wanted to paint a little starfish on her face.

but now……

Osamu Dazai took out a pink watercolor pen and drew a little pink star on her cheek.

"Just treat it as your punishment for looking at me the way you did today!" Osamu Dazai smiled, and drew a small black star next to the pink one.

"Am I super magnanimous!"

A person who is asleep cannot respond to his words, so he can only talk to himself.

Tapping the little black star under the corner of her eye with his finger, Osamu Dazai said, "Let it sleep with you! I have to work overtime tonight to deal with that brat."

He lifted the quilt up, drew the curtains, turned off the lights, and finally closed the door quietly by twisting the handle.

As he left without a sound, there was an inaudible blessing left in the room by him, and he went to the dark and sweet with that person.

"Good night, sweet dreams, Miss Wankong."