[Comprehensive] Mirror of Death and Life

I sat with Yasutaro Shunno in the cemetery for more than an hour, until he had no more tears to shed, and his voice was so hoarse that he could no longer shout, then I stood up and led him home.

The sun had already set, and the cliff behind became blurred in the dim twilight. In the eastern sky, half of the moon's face was faintly exposed, and a flock of frightened birds flew across the sky in a hurry in the woods.

I held the hand of Yasutaro Shunno, both of them were dirty, my clothes were covered with blood, his clothes were covered with mud, I turned a corner, and gradually stepped into the dark and quiet cemetery. fall behind.

When Makoto Uchiha was still there, I never had any special thought of visiting Yasutaro Tsukino, maybe because I was just lazy when I thought of his father in everything, and I consciously took on the responsibility of being a senior brother when Makoto was dead. .

At the beginning, the child was still immersed in sad emotions, until he walked to my door, he realized that the house in front of him was not the one he was familiar with, and then panicked: "Master Jing, I..."

"Call me brother." I interrupted him, let go and took out the key to open the door.

Both Madara and Quanna have gone on missions, and the second elder brother is extremely busy as the patriarch and hasn't come back yet. The house is deserted and dark, even if I turn on the light at the entrance, it doesn't bring any warmth. When I get home, I have steaming hot meals.

Everything in memory will always be beautified. Now that I think about it, I can eat hot meals as soon as I go home. In fact, it is rare when my parents are alive. Everyone is always busy, whether it is father or mother, but I always It is the stubborn belief that home is like home when they are there.

I asked Antaro if he was hungry, and the child shook his head and said he was not hungry, but he started singing as soon as he finished talking about his stomach.Such an honest signal from the body made the ice-blue-haired child immediately blushed and lowered his head.He has baby fat on his cheeks, he looks very cute because of his white skin, looking down at the moment from my perspective, he looks more like a dejected hamster, I couldn't help laughing, rolled up my sleeves and walked to the kitchen : "Go take a shower and come out for dinner later."

He didn't follow the direction I showed him, but followed me to the kitchen.

I stopped and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

After a while, he whispered to me: "It's too dark over there, I'm a little... scared."

I glanced at the dark corridor. A dark and unfamiliar environment will indeed bring many scary imaginations to children. I forgot for a while that Yasutaro Tsukino is not an ordinary child. He has already been on a mission. There are also lives.

"Brother Jing, I, let me have dinner with you first." An Taro raised his head and looked at me pitifully.

It's okay for me to think about it, anyway, I've had enough of my sticky and dirty appearance, and I wish I could take a shower sooner.

There are all kinds of kitchen utensils and seasonings in the kitchen, but the food is poor. I searched for a long time before digging out three tomatoes, an egg and a bag of noodles from a corner. The smell should be good.So in the end, he and I only ate two big bowls of tomato noodles with very few eggs.

The soup, soup, and water were in the stomach, let alone hungry, but it finally brought warmth to the body, and the stomach was filled for a while, and there was a sense of satisfaction.

Yasutaro ate up the noodles and soup with great dignity, put down the bowl and said, "I'm done." Then he put his chopsticks on the porcelain bowl respectfully, and sat upright with his hands on his knees.

Compared with his upright sitting posture, I am much bolder. Sitting cross-legged, I don't care how unsightly the sitting posture is in wearing a kimono at this time. Anyway, my father who will teach me because of this kind of thing is gone.

I looked up and looked up. When my father was still alive, he would always sit there when we ate, waiting for my mother to bring the food. Whenever we brothers made any small movements or did not sit properly, he would name and criticize us.Now that he's gone, no one will be sitting there.

The figure and warm light in the fantasy were eroded by reality, and a gust of night wind blew in through the opened paper door, which made me shiver.

Throwing down the bowls and chopsticks, I took Shunno Yasutaro to the bathroom.

In a bathroom with a traditional structure, the bathtub surrounded by stones is large enough to accommodate an adult and a child.

As soon as I took off my clothes, I realized that Yasutaro Tsukino looks thin and small, but his body has a lot of muscles. Thinking about it, his father is Uchiha Makoto, even if he doesn't know ninjutsu. will be less.

And I looked at the large and small bruises on his body, and guessed that because Yasutaro Tsukino did not have chakra, the teacher would have higher demands on this child.

When I was looking at this kid, he was looking at me too.When I turned around, he let out a small exclamation.

I was rushing towards me with a wooden basin, when I heard the movement, I turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

"The scar on your back..." Through the misty white water vapor, Antaro's small face seemed to have an expression of envy?

Envious?

I remembered that I did have a very long old wound on my back. I was not good at swordsmanship at the time and was cut by Kunai when I was on a mission. Because it was too deep, the scar is still very deep. Obviously, it is estimated that this life will not disappear.

I raised my hand and touched it, and I found that the wound was really long, from the right shoulder to the left waist. I didn't die from such a deep wound, which shows that my vitality is quite tenacious.It's just that the time has passed so long that I don't even have any memory of that injury. If Antaro hadn't mentioned it today, I would have almost forgotten that I still have such a wound on my back.

"Like my father, you have many wounds on your body." After eating a bowl of noodles and being stripped off by me, Antaro relaxed in front of me, not as stiff as when he first entered the door.

Now he is soaking in the bathtub, his little face is flushed, and his icy blue eyes are full of admiration, envy and longing: "This is a symbol of strength!"

Well, the tone is also very excited.

I think about it, what he said is right, which powerful ninja doesn't have more than a dozen wounds on his body.

Everyone has come here in a bloody way, honing their strength and being left with various marks.

After I tied up my washed hair, I sat in the bathtub, and the hot water surrounded me from all directions, as warm as being in a mother's womb, instantly relaxing my exhausted muscles, and my spirit was no longer tense.

I sighed in comfort, and leaned back on the tiles of the bathroom wall. The cold tiles seemed not to be affected by the water vapor, and they were still so cold, just like a corpse that can't be warmed no matter how you cover it.

Antaro next to him stopped talking after making that powerful symbol, staring blankly at the surface of the water, wondering what was on his mind. I think his parents died at a young age, and he has no one in the Uchiha clan except me, a senior brother. Being helpless and being squeezed out, with such an experience, if he can't survive in the future, forget it, if he can survive, he will become a great weapon.

But that's for the future, he is still a child that I can lift with one hand and turn around twice with ease.

The kid thought about life for a long time, and finally sighed before I almost fell asleep, and said with emotion: "When will I be as strong as you and father?"

Hearing this sentence, I woke up from my drowsiness and sat up in time to avoid the tragedy of slipping into the bathtub.He opened his eyes and let out a breath, raised his hand to comb the wet bangs back of his head, remembering that he vaguely heard An Taro say something just now, and thought carefully to sort out the meaning of his words.

"Don't worry, after ten or twenty years, you will be with me, your father, no, it's stronger than the two of us."

I firmly believe this. Makoto Uchiha said that his talent in swordsmanship is stronger than anyone he has ever seen. As long as such a good talent can survive, how can he not be a strong person?

So now the focus is on...

"As long as you can live well until then."

I patted his little face, and the splash of water made him squint his eyes. Looking at it like this, I actually saw Uchiha Makoto's usual squinting and slashing appearance from this delicate little face.

In all fairness, Yasutaro Tsukino looks very handsome, and he should have followed his mother's appearance. If it weren't for his hair being a little longer, he would be a little girl.Looking at it this way, it's no wonder Cheng let him keep a mushroom head—well, the gender can indeed be identified, but it's still very cute.

When facing the enemy like this, there is no deterrence at all.

"Try to squint your eyes next time when you kill someone." I suggested to him, to look more aggressive this way, and the enemy who wanted to counterattack might give up when he was about to die.

"Huh?" Apparently Antaro couldn't understand my good intentions.

After taking a shower, I changed into a new home kimono, but Yasutaro didn't bring a change of clothes. I dug out the clothes I had when I was a child and gave them to him. I didn't expect it to fit quite well.

When changing clothes, he hesitated to speak a few times, but I didn't ask, I just waited for him to hesitate a few times before actually asking.

After hesitating like this for a long time, he finally asked me hesitantly: "Brother... Can you really not be a ninja without Chakra?"

I always feel that this is not what he wants to ask, but I don't know about this question, because I haven't heard that the ninja has no chakra before.But since physical skills exist, as long as the body is exercised to the extreme, it should be possible.

After I told him this, it seemed to encourage Antaro.He continued to ask the next question: "Then...why is father unwilling...he doesn't even want to give me Uchiha's surname?"

The little child lowered his head again in front of me. This time I slapped him on the back and pinched his neck to make him look at me: "Don't bow your head, don't bow your head at any time. Your father won't let your surname be Uchiha It's for your own good... this surname is too heavy."

Whether it is the name or the blood, the meaning of Uchiha is too heavy.I also thought that if I could choose, I would not choose to be born in the Uchiha clan.

We are a very sad people, and grief and hatred make us stronger, but that means death, and death.Relatives and friends of the same race, the death of these people will make the living stronger and stronger. This is the case for everyone in the world, especially for us. This is the strength and pain of Uchiha.

"Shunno Yasutaro, I will only say this sentence once, you remember it for me. The biggest right your father won is to prevent you from inheriting the name of Uchiha."

If he continues to be named Uchiha Antaro, it is estimated that before he becomes an adult, people in the clan will disregard the teacher's face, drive him out of the clan, and even send someone to kill him.Uchiha's pride does not allow a child who has no Chakra, no Sharingan, and even the color of his eyes and hair to have this surname.The pride of the tribe is too pure, and now I gradually feel that this is not a good thing.

Excessive exclusivity will only lead to arrogance and arrogance, which is why I feel more and more recently that the tolerance of the tribe is too small.

Even a child can't be tolerated, so why talk about a famous family in the ninja world.

And giving up a powerful ninja for the sake of a child is even more stupid.

Since the birth of Antaro, Makoto Uchiha hasn't appeared on the training ground for a long time, and hasn't received the core mission of the clan for a long time.When manpower is not enough, the elders in the clan would rather let my second brother, the patriarch, fight in person than send Uchiha Makoto.The name of Ninja Sword has been dim for so long that the ninja world has forgotten this name.

I think my expression must be very serious now, so serious that Antaro dare not speak.He seemed to understand what I just said, but because of my expression, he didn't dare to refute for a while.

"Just say what you want." I slowed down and withdrew my hand.I thought, as expected, I was still a child, and I couldn't understand the teacher's behavior, just like I couldn't understand it at first.

"...Father, doesn't he dislike me? Doesn't he dislike me, who doesn't even have a son with Chakra?"

"There is no father in the world who would dislike his son." I thought of my previous life, and added, "Most fathers."

"In short, the teacher will not dislike you for this reason. If you continue to shrink back like this, he will be disappointed."

Antaro thought for a while: "I still can't fully understand, but I believe in your words. Probably when I grow up and become as strong as you, I will be able to understand! I will definitely not let my father down!"

He clenched his fist and swore at me.

It never occurred to me at the time that there were other reasons for his determination.

The next day I will know why he was so hesitant the night before, not only the death of the teacher, but also the fear of a task.

This five-year-old child is going to the Land of Thunder with three other clansmen to perform an A-level mission.

When I heard the news, I rushed to my second brother's office and patted the table with him: "The teacher just died, are you going to force his only heir to die too!"