[Comprehensive] Mirror of Death and Life

Makoto Uchiha cares more about the reputation of the Uchiha clan than anyone else, and now his heirs are abandoned by the same clan because of the same reputation problem, it is simply a joke made by fate. [Please search //ia/u/// for update soon] I don't know how he feels about this, whether he regrets saying "as a Uchiha..." in the past.

We love our blood from the bottom of our hearts, and we are so proud that we do not allow any stains to appear in our blood.

"Yes, proud Uchiha." Makoto Uchiha repeated after me, staring at a certain point in the air with dazed eyes.

I looked at his expression carefully, and read something from it: "You like that woman very much?"

Uchiha Makoto glanced at me without saying a word, but acquiesced.

"When I was young, I was obsessed with swordsmanship, and I was regarded as a different kind by my tribe. I wasted the talent that can open Sharingan. It was not until I became famous all over the world with swordsmanship that my ninja skills were recognized by my relatives. When I was suffering and frustrated, I was accompanied by swords. .” He stroked the black knife in his hand. The wooden surface of the scabbard was smooth and moist, and he could tell that he had been stroked like this many times. Loess in the tomb, I thought I would never have a direct blood relative in this life, until I met her, I realized that I also have someone who I want to spend my life with."

"...Why didn't you bring her back directly to the clan?"

"Because she's normal. Do you know what that means?"

Uchiha Makoto saw that I was silent, and smiled, but the smile was ironic and cold: "Uchiha disdains marriage with foreigners, not to mention she is just an ordinary person, neither powerful nor famous, no prominent family background, no huge relatives, She's not even a ninja, just bring her back to the clan... I wanted to figure it out slowly..."

I thought you and her were a dewy marriage, but I didn't expect you to be serious.

Opening my mouth, I finally swallowed the sentence.

As powerful as Uchiha Makoto could not protect the life of the woman he loves, if he hadn't arrived in time, he would have lost his own child.Who is to blame for these tragedies?Blame him for not resolutely taking the woman back?Or blame Uchiha for rejecting outsiders?Or blame the indifference in the woman's village, or blame the world for being so cruel?

I suddenly felt that it was not a good thing for this child to survive, it would be better to die in the wild with his mother.In this way, he does not have to learn to hold a knife at the age of three, and is driven to kill at the age of four, so that he will not bear the discrimination and humiliation that he is destined to endure in the future.

Makoto Uchiha didn't know what I was thinking, he might beat me up if he knew, he just sighed, and looked back at the back room: "I just hope that he can grow up safely and become a powerful ninja, so that he can Control your own life."

No, even if he becomes a powerful ninja, he cannot fully grasp it.

Fate will always turn a corner in unexpected places and smile maliciously at you.

"……what is his name?"

"Shunno Yasutaro, let him inherit his mother's surname, the name Uchiha is too heavy."

In the future, every time I think of this sentence that Uchiha Makoto said, I will continue to be shocked by the coincidence of fate and the impermanence of the world.

Yasutaro Tsukino, my only junior, my teacher's son and last disciple, after all, didn't become a powerful ninja as his father expected, because he couldn't extract chakra.

This child who is not recognized by the most powerful ninja family has inherited her qualifications as an ordinary person just like inheriting his mother's surname. The sad thing is that he is surrounded by ninjas, which makes him feel that he can also be like others, no Ken succumbed to the limitations of his talent.

He struggled for more than ten years, but finally failed. Instead of becoming a ninja, he chose to become a samurai. To some extent, he became a strong man.

He was almost kicked out of his house by Makoto Uchiha. His original words were "The dinner party is about to start, and you, as the protagonist, don't hurry up." Facing my invitation, he rolled his eyes and leaned against the door frame Sneered: "They don't recognize my son, and I don't recognize them either."

I sighed - he really still cared about this matter, and the tone of saying this sounded like a fit of anger.

Makoto Uchiha was right, the dinner was indeed about to begin.At the beginning, I didn't notice that I stayed in his house for so long. When I came out, I found that it was already dark, and the surrounding houses were pitch black, only the lights of Makoto Uchiha's house behind me.The warm light shot from behind to the front, casting my elongated shadow on the ground, looking like a slender, deformed giant, and the darkness around me made this only light precious.

However, not far away, there are faintly brilliant lights and laughter.

Not long after I walked, the lonely light behind me was left in the darkness, and what surrounded me was the warm air full of wine and the sound of talking and laughing.Stepping from the silence to the noise all at once, I was still a little uncomfortable. I stopped and almost thought I was dreaming:

At some point in the center of the village, a long table was lined up, and the clansmen sat around the long table.Colorful lights are hung above the circular space surrounded by long tables. The five-color light bulbs are gathered together and squeezed into a huge colorful sphere. individual face.Everyone's faces were filled with smiles, men's laughter, women's conversations, children's screams and old people's roars. All of them came together and brought me back to my childhood in a trance.

The last time I had such a lively banquet was when I was five years old, and it was to celebrate my mother's pregnancy with Ye and Madara.Thinking of Ye, my thoughts stopped for a moment, and I felt a slight pain in my heart.

Some clansmen noticed me, waved to me and raised their wine glasses at the same time: "Master Jing, come and have a drink!"

I noticed that Madara had been put down by them, lying on the table like a dead salted fish.It was inhumane, even an 11-year-old child was not spared. I had the urge to retreat and run away. Madara was so drunk that I couldn't imagine what I would be made into.

Those tribesmen saw my attempt to escape, and immediately opened their eyes and dropped the wine without saying a word, and immediately rushed towards me like a wolf, and I was attacked by the people behind me as soon as I took a step——

His vision suddenly went dark, his eyelids felt warm, and a familiar silly laughter sounded in his ears: "Hahahaha guess who I am?"

I raised my hand to grab the man's wrist and threw him forward, smashing him towards the rushing clansman and replied with a sneer, "You're an idiot."

The wolf-like crowd accepted the sacrifice I handed over to them with a smile, Uchiha Teru's miserable howl suddenly resounded through the sky: "Uchiha Kagami! You are not enough brother at all"

Before he finished howling, he was poured with wine, which sounded very pitiful, just like a little girl who was kissed forcibly.I mourned for him in my heart for three seconds, and sneaked away while the clansmen gave him the time to deal with him.

Several other people who came back from the mission with Hui were also treated in the same way. The clansmen who got drunk, regardless of men, women, or children, tried every means to drink when they saw someone standing in front of them.I saw a lot of people relying on their agility, trying to escape from these demons, but every time they were dragged back by drunks who were more agility. I saw it was interesting, and fished in troubled waters to drag a few people back , throwing them to the drunken clansmen.After going back and forth, someone found me, a guy who was still making trouble without drinking at all, pointed at me and shouted: "Look, that's our captain who just came down from the front line! He's not drunk at all!"

"Hey, hey!" I recognized the man as Heng Taro, who had been with me at the seaside for two years, but he sold me out in a blink of an eye.

Kotaro blushed, hiccupped drunkenly, and grinned, and walked towards me with teeth and claws crookedly: "Hey, captain, don't struggle."

As a result, before he came to me, he fell down with a snap, lying on the ground and snoring sweetly.

He fell asleep, but I attracted everyone's attention.This group of drunkards was gearing up to move towards me with bottles in hand, not forgetting to pay attention to the formation and outflank it from all directions. I laughed dryly and snapped my fingers: "Well, can you be gentle?"

Their answer was no.

When I regained consciousness again, I found myself lying in a room surrounded by many people. There was a strong smell of alcohol in the room, which came from me and the group of people around me.The headache was terribly painful, I gasped and got up from the ground. The last impression in my memory was that my second brother was smiling and pouring down my nose with a bowl full of wine. After that, I can’t remember exactly what happened. what.

Dragging a heavy body and even heavier legs?

???

I looked down and saw that Huizheng was sleeping very sweetly with his arms around my calves, his face still stuck to my thighs. This posture gave me a chill, so I quickly kicked him away, shook his head, opened the door and left go out.

I don't know which tribe contributed the room for us drunk people to rest. I walked around, and the room was quiet. I didn't see the owner, but went directly to the gate instead, and went straight home.

The sky is still gray, but there are a few touches of red morning glow in the east, and the stars that have not yet disappeared are scattered above the head. Corresponding to the sun that has not yet appeared is the moon in the west, most of which are hidden Get up, leaving only a small part of the thin crescent.The morning air is very fresh, full of the fragrance of earth and plants, damp and slightly cool.

I took a few deep breaths and felt that my headache was much better. I identified the direction and walked towards my home.

On the way, I passed the open area of ​​last night's banquet, and found that the tables had not been removed, dozens of chairs were placed in a mess, some fell on the ground, and the tables were crowded with empty wine bottles and plates with food residues , accidentally kicked an empty wine bottle, making a crisp sound.

I rubbed between my brows, avoiding the mess of rubbish on the ground, thinking of the bustle last night, my chest felt hot——

Enthusiasm for life bursts out in an instant, and hope fills everyone's eyes. The beautiful words of laughter, celebration, wine, relatives, and friends give people the strength to continue living.

I was also touched by these and my chest was hot...

Wait...my chest is really hot...

I reached into my collar, pulled out the black rope hanging around my neck, and stared at the fiery red hook jade hanging at the bottom of the rope. Now it was exuding amazing heat, even hotter than before. There is an illusion of burning.

I put down my hands, closed my eyes, and took a closer look at the surroundings. My senses that had been blurred by the hangover were mobilized again, and I carefully discerned everything in the surroundings.

Ten seconds later, I opened my eyes and ran towards the cemetery behind the village.