[Comprehensive] Mirror of Death and Life

Since the failure of the joint death squads dispatched from each ninja village last time, they have died down again, and they don't know what big move they are brewing.Honestly, I'm looking forward to it, it's a fascinating question how these ninjas want to fight back with my disciples all over the world.

And Yuichi was finally able to get up from the hospital bed. When he came to report to me, I was sitting in the corridor looking at the light rain outside in a daze.

I don't know what's going on these days, it has been raining, the rain has not been heavy, but the sky has always been cloudy and the sky has not cleared.The cherry blossom trees in the yard have all lost their petals under the rain, only the leaves are shaking on the branches, and the grass under the trees is densely covered with pink and white.

"Master Mirror."

I looked back at the person kneeling on one knee: "Ah Yuichi, are you feeling better?"

"It's all right now."

"It's really hard work for you, being injured by my wayward brother... Madara has always been like that, preferring to solve problems with fists rather than talking." I smiled, "When I left the clan five years ago, he That's the way it is, I didn't expect it to change now. Quanna and Senju Zhuma should also have a headache, they are a group of careless guys..."

Yuu lowered his head, did not speak, and listened to me quietly.

I talked to myself for a while before I realized what Yuichi was waiting for. I patted myself on the head and felt that I was too leisurely, or that I had been waiting for those ninjas to unleash their moves, and I was too lazy to think about other things.Coughing a few times, he said to Yu: "You can rest for a few more days, and don't worry about those opponents for the time being."

The young man remained motionless like a stone statue, listening to my ramblings for a long time, until he heard this sentence, he moved his body, slightly raised his head and showed his sharp chin: "...why?"

"Because those fanatical believers have begun to act spontaneously to drive out and kill the heresy they talk about." I dragged my chin and looked at the drizzled yard again.

After I executed the ninja from the Land of Winds at the stake, the fanatic believers seemed to have been turned on by some switch, or the beast in their hearts had been released, and they began to become extreme.Before that, they would only use words to attack those who did not believe in the Great God of Pure Land, but now they will kill with various weapons.It seems that for them, not believing in the Great God of Pure Land is an offense to themselves.

Fanatics show even more reverence for the God of Pure Land than I imagined. Whether it is their wives, children, relatives or friends, in the eyes of fanatic believers, anyone who does not believe in God is a sinner who deserves to die, and he must die to apologize to God.

Of course, some of them are selfish.

These people define their former enemies as heretics, and use this name to call other believers to help him kill his enemies.Such examples are not uncommon. Whether it is a commoner or an aristocrat, killing and death are happening in this world almost every moment. My spies pass on various death messages to me every day.I am relieved to see these news - this time they finally don't need to use the hands of ninjas, they can kill their enemies by themselves.

How does it feel to kill someone?

Can hands that have never been stained with blood be washed clean once they are killed?

I raised my hand and carefully looked at this hand with calloused joints and old scars on the back and palm.

This is my own hand.

The hands that killed countless people.

"Yuichi, I have a question for you. Do you remember how it felt the first time you killed someone?"

The young man beside him didn't answer for a long time, he frowned and thought hard, it seemed that my simple question was more difficult than asking him to assassinate the Daimyo of Fire Nation.

In the end, he hesitated to answer me: "No... I don't remember much. The first time I killed someone... I don't remember what it was like."

I sighed, clasped my fingers tightly, and clenched my hands into fists: "Really, I don't remember either."

Leaving aside what happened in my previous life, I can't remember the first time I killed someone in this life.Who was killed, what he looked like, how I felt and how I reacted, I don’t remember anything.

There seemed to be a sudden missing piece of memory, a bleak blankness.

I sniffed my hands: the smell of blood really came from under the nails.

I have killed countless people, and there are countless people who want to kill me.

But I am still alive.Why am I still alive...

"Anyway, take advantage of these few days to rest for a while, Yuichi." I turned my head to the side, and a few strands of hair fell in front of my eyes.I looked at the young man through the black hair, "Life is very short, you must enjoy it while you have time."

"...Okay." He still hesitated, looked up at me and hesitated to speak.

Such a reaction is very rare for him who has always been indifferent. I couldn't help feeling interested, and sat up straight: "What's the matter? Don't you have any money?" I started to dig in my arms.

"No, it's not." Yuichi immediately stopped my movements, and then continued to stammer, "I... just... you said enjoy, I... Hanako is waiting for me at the Nikrin Hotel in the city."

I put my hands in my arms, and looked at him with slightly wide eyes and heyed: "Really, that means..."

"..." Yu Yi lowered his eyes, looking at a certain piece of wood next to his knees, his pale face seemed to be slightly red.

"Congratulations." I still took out the money bag and threw it to Yuyi, "Just take the money and enjoy it, you don't have to be busy these days, it's my boss's gift to you two Congratulations."

Yu took the money bag in a hurry, saluted me hurriedly and then left. I watched his rare flustered appearance, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared——

I really didn't expect Yuichi and Hanako to be together.They are my only two direct subordinates. They went together to carry out the tasks I assigned to them before. Yuichi was responsible for eradicating opponents, and Hanako was responsible for preaching. So the relationship arose at that time...

I'm really envious.

It seems that there are two more people to arrange.

A fluttering of wings caught my attention, and I raised my head: a goshawk with snow-white tip of its wings was rushing straight at me, then fluttered its wings and grabbed my raised arm. Small bamboo tube.

Open the bamboo tube, pour out the secret letter inside, read it at a glance, and I couldn't help raising my eyebrows while watching: "I didn't expect that..."

It seems that the surprise for me today is far more than the matter of Yuichi and Hanako. In the letter, the secret agent reported to me that Senju Banma of Konoha Ninja Village invented a ninjutsu that can summon the dead to reappear in the world.Not long ago, he successfully summoned the deceased son of the land of wind daimyo, allowing father and son to meet each other.Although the time for the dead to stay in the world is limited, it is also a wish of the daimyo. The daimyo of the land of the wind promised to stand on the side of the ninja on the spot, and will do his best to control the followers of the pure land god in the land of the wind.

He was the first person to outright declare his disobedience to the Jodo God, after which he was either torn to pieces by angry fanatics, or he survived to become a helper of ninjas.

But no matter what, the change in the position of the daimyo of the country of wind has become a signal.

In the following months, believers of the Pure Land God continued to stand up and question the atrocities of their companions who slaughtered heretics. These reasonable nobles and commoners began to reflect on themselves and their teachings, and then they discovered in horror that those fanatics They have not listened to the advice of their friends and brothers, and have become ignorant of their relatives, and only recognize faith and gods.Senju Feima successfully used an unheard of ninjutsu to open up hidden dangers among believers, and then promoted the outbreak of this hidden danger, trying to make the enemies themselves mess up first.

This trick was well done, whether it was the ninjutsu of Thousand Hands, or the ninjas sowing dissension among the believers, they did make the believers of the Pure Land God kill each other first——

The fanatics accused the rationalists of being bewitched by "heretics" and betrayed the great god, while the rationalists believed that the fanatics were too extreme and violated the original wish of the great god to help the world.The two sides quarreled fiercely, and they started fighting when they were arguing.

Regarding this matter, I took an indifferent attitude from the sidelines, watching these people kill each other for a god that does not exist, and at the same time, I felt a strange sense of joy in my heart:

Look, it turns out that this is how you use ninjas. In order to satisfy your desires, ninjas are constantly fighting and falling into the vortex of hatred. Now you can finally let you people feel the pain of killing and being killed, and feel the taste of hatred.

People are really a kind of creature that can be easily provoked. As long as you control the few leaders, you can make them hate each other with a few tricks.

It is human beings who create beauty, and it is human beings who create suffering. Whether it is ninjas, commoners or nobles, we are all human in essence.

As a human being, we cannot escape our human nature, we must succumb to our nature.

The ninjas have hated and killed each other for so long, now that there is a common enemy, they will let go of their previous hatred and create miracles.

Whether it is the Senju Feijian who created the reincarnation of the dirty soil, or the Senju Hashirama Quanna who persuaded the believers with his personality charm, or the ninjas who helped the suffering civilians solve their problems, they really did eliminate the barriers. ,Fight alongside.

But how long can such harmony last?

When the foreign enemy disappears, mutual suspicion will start again.

At that time, the war will start again, the hatred will regenerate, and it will fall into the previous dark cycle again.

In order for the ninjas to remain united as they are now, it is necessary to find them a foreign enemy who will always threaten their survival.

The believers of the Pure Land God will not be eliminated so easily. As long as there is a believer, its teachings will still be passed on, and the hostility of ordinary people to ninjas will not disappear.

This is one of them.

The second thing...for the time being, I haven't made up my mind yet...

Letting out a breath, I looked at my face in the Yata mirror and smiled, and said to the man in the mirror: "If you don't think about it before you die, will you die with regret? Just let it go, you did it Enough."

The young man in the mirror looked at me, his eyes were an ominous blood red, and in the scarlet red, there were three black hook jade floating in each side.

This is Sharingan.

The eyes of the Sage of the Six Paths, the pride of the Uchiha clan.

It is also my source of strength.

Stimulating the power of the pupils, the black hooked jade spun rapidly, and finally connected together to form a complicated star-like pattern.

I lost so much to gain the power I have today.

If I had a choice, I would rather not be a ninja, not have these eyes, I would rather live quietly in a village with those who died...

Closing my eyes, there seemed to be many familiar figures around me, and they appeared one after another, enveloping me——

Homura Morikawa, Teru Uchiha, Second Brother, Ye, Big Brother, Father, Mother, Teacher, Uncle Zhizhi...

These dead people looked at me with their eyes, and I looked at them.

I couldn't help stretching out my hand to these illusory figures, and opened my mouth unconsciously: "I..."

"Uchiha mirror! Go to hell!!!"

Opening my eyes suddenly, I rolled over on my side, put my hands on the floor, stood up, and saw clearly the person who suddenly attacked me——

To my surprise, the one who attacked me was neither a ninja nor a samurai, but a maid in gorgeous black hair.

I recognize her, she seems to be a maid of Aokiji's subordinates, and she once brought me food.

But now, why does she stare at me with such anger, hatred and despair, just like those people I killed?

"you……"

The maid held a small knife and looked at me panting heavily.

"Is anyone of yours dead?" I asked while holding the Yata mirror.

Tears suddenly gushed out of the woman's eyes, and a few crystal-clear and full teardrops instantly ran across her cheeks, dripping down on the floor and splashing a few tears.

"My lover... my lover... just because of saying a word that heretics are so pitiful... your believers

"Live, live, burn, die, die!"

The maid closed her eyes, cried and rushed towards me with a knife: "Go to hell—"

I stood there without dodging or evading, watching the small knife with a reflective blade stabbing straight at me. The sharp point of the knife was getting closer and closer to my eyes, and finally stopped in front of my eyes.

No matter what kind of attack it is, it is useless in front of me now.

I stared at the woman, and saw my face as cold as ice in her wide and protruding eyes, red and black eyes intertwined like stars: "If you die, you will be able to see your lover."

With a snap, the knife came out of his hand and fell to the floor.