[Comprehensive] Mirror of Death and Life

When I opened my eyes again, I felt that my whole body was hollowed out, and the previous Chakra disappeared completely, as if a huge boulder mountain was pressed on my body.I was lying on the ground unable to move, like an ordinary person with no strength to restrain a chicken.

In a state of embarrassment, it seemed that the sky was still raining. The heavy rain hit his face, and his eyelids hurt so badly that he couldn't open his eyes. There was a pool of water in the mud puddle in front of him.

I tried to reach out to wipe off the sewage on my face, but I felt heavy and exhausted all over my body. My bangs were wet from the rain and stuck to my face.

I haven't been this embarrassed for a long time.I couldn't help laughing, trying to get up several times but failed because of sore limbs and lack of strength.

So tired, cold and tired, I half closed my eyes, I heard the sound of rain, the wind blew the rain curtain to the left, and my whole body was soaked...

I don't know where I am, and I don't know what time it is, and I even think about why I have become so miserable for a long time.

Two names were dug out from memory, Senjujuma and Uchiha Madara.

Susano's towering figure seemed to be very far away from him, and the surroundings were pitch black. Is it night, a night with heavy rain?

Consciousness gradually blurred, and my heart was extremely clear: If this continues, I may die here.

He had escaped from the hands of Senshou Zhujian, but he had to die in an unknown place like this, in the rainstorm.I'll be the joke of the entire ninja world.

With a wry smile, his vision was gradually shrouded in darkness, no matter how much he told himself that he couldn't sleep or faint, it didn't help.

As long as I think of the broken Gouyu before coma, I have an urge to die like this.

My face was wet, and the rain was pouring down from the top of my head in streams. I didn't know if there were tears of my own in these cold raindrops.

Da da da--

Sounds other than the rain gave me renewed hope.

Just before passing out again, I saw a pair of shoes appear in front of me.

I didn't have the energy to look up, I could only feel someone standing above me with an umbrella, looking down at me.

Will he save me?

As soon as this idea appeared, the owner of the shoe turned slightly and raised his foot to leave.

It doesn't matter if I was still thinking about dying just a second ago, but now seeing that the only hope is about to leave, I suddenly raised my hand under the urging of survival instinct, and grabbed the person's trousers with the last bit of strength in my body.

Then, I don't know anything...

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were bright.

Clean ceiling, bright lights, white walls——

I turned my head slowly, looking around to make sure I was alive, not in hell.

It's just that there are unfamiliar decorations in front of him, the bed under him is warm and dry, and the heaviness of his body seems to have lightened a little.

Slowly exhaling a scorching breath, the hand under the quilt moved, trying to lift it up.

Fortunately, although it is very difficult, at least I can move...

I touched my forehead, it was astonishingly hot, like the rest of my body, it seemed to be hot.

The chest was empty, and the warmth of the tentacles in the past had been shattered and disappeared, leaving only a rope hanging around my neck in vain.

I closed my eyes to avoid the glaring light above my head, through my eyelids I could see the blood red, it was my blood vessels flowing.

My heart beats slowly and powerfully, I'm still alive...

I am still alive.

Even if there is no chakra left and the red jade is broken and lost, I am still alive.

The door clicked open.

He opened his eyes and saw a young man with brown hair and blue eyes walking in.

He was wearing plain home clothes and holding a folded white towel in his hand. He had a thin body, no chakra, and his muscle strength was just that of an ordinary person.

It seems that the person who saved me was not a ninja.

With a sigh of relief, the fingers that had just been tightened relaxed again under the quilt.

When the young man saw me staring at him, he was a little surprised: "You're awake."

He came over, took the towel off my forehead, tested the temperature, and put on a new one.

The newly replaced towel was soaked in water, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator. The freezing temperature made me sigh involuntarily in the extremely hot hell.

Holding the blue and white plaid towel that was warmed by my body, the young man did not walk away immediately, but knelt beside me and looked at me silently without speaking.

His facial features are handsome, his outline is clear, his eyes are extremely blue, his eyelashes are long and thick, his skin is fair and delicate, he is the type who has never been pampered by wind and sand.Temperament is also gentle and timid, in short this is a harmless ordinary person.

I can rest assured that I don't have to worry about him suddenly pulling out a knife or Kunai coming out to kill me, and then use my head to get the bounty.

To put it bluntly, although Chakra hasn't recovered yet and his body is exhausted, killing this person in front of him is still a very simple matter.

"...Did you save me?" Seeing that the young man had to look away under my gaze, and took the lead to look away, I asked.

When the voice first came out, I was startled, it was extremely hoarse, like a seriously injured patient who hadn't drank water for several days.

The young man let out an ah, staring at an unknown point on the ground, hesitated for a moment before answering: "Yes."

Anyway, he saved me.

I closed my eyes: "Thank you."

"...It's okay, you have a good rest." After a pause, the young man's gentle voice sounded again, "I'll get you the medicine."

Immediately there was the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other, the sound of distant footsteps, and the sound of closing the door.

I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling above my head. The alarm clock on the cabinet not far away was running tick-tock, and the seconds went around, and the minutes only moved one frame.

I frowned, this room is too clean...

So clean that there is no smell of human life.Just like the young man just now, he looked weak and harmless, but in fact his breath was dull and pale. He couldn't even keep looking at me for more than three seconds, and then he took the lead to look away, as if he was avoiding some scourge. However, now that I am sick and unable to move, he is the dominant party.

From the surrounding furnishings, it is completely impossible to see what the owner of the room likes. The furniture is all necessary for daily life, and the style is also the most common. Besides, whether it is photos, wallpapers, or furnishings, None of these.

The hour hand was ticking, and I couldn't imagine how that young man lived in this quiet and empty room. Just lying here, I felt so lonely that I was about to suffocate.

Through a wall, I heard footsteps approaching from far to near outside the door, and finally stopped in front of the door.

I opened my eyes and looked at the wooden door. I knew that the young man was standing behind the door, but he didn't push the door to come in. I didn't know what to do without moving.

After waiting for two or three minutes, the doorknob was turned, and the varnished wooden door was pushed inward. The young man smiled at me, holding a glass of water and a tablet of medicine in his hand.

When I stood up and took the cup, I was thinking how long have I never wanted to lie in bed like this and be taken care of by someone, and then take medicine?

It's been a long time.

The last time I had this experience seemed to be when my mother was alive, when I was four or five?

Ninjas seldom get sick. They lie on the bed more often because of injuries, and they usually lose their breath while lying down.

Among the many people I know, only my mother died of illness.

In the silent room, I could only hear the sound of breathing, the movement of the clock, and the sound of me drinking water. Even the sound of pushing the capsule out of the metal foil was too loud and harsh.

I glanced at the young man, he was still staring at the tatami under his knees, the smile on his face did not disappear, hanging on his face like a mask.

"My name is Uchiha Mirror." After drinking the water, his thirsty throat was much better, and his voice didn't sound so hoarse.

The young man's body shook, as if he had been quite surprised, he suddenly raised his head and looked at me.

I looked into his clear blue eyes and raised my chin slightly: "What's your name?"

"...Katsuya Saeki." The young man answered me in a nasty voice, making me feel like an executioner who forced confessions from mortals.

Returning the cup and the pills to him, I lay down again, feeling the temperature of my body was still very high: "Thank you for saving me, Saeki-kun, I will repay you."

At that time, I thought that if he was short of money, I would give it to him, if he wanted to kill someone, I would help him kill him, or if he really didn’t need anything, I would owe him the favor first.Then when the illness is cured, I will continue to go back and harass Konoha.

I planned this way when I was sick, but I never expected that when I got better and walked out of that pale room, the world would have completely changed.

Become a strange and familiar look to me.

Staring at the high-rise buildings outside and the speeding vehicles under the balcony, I couldn't regain my senses for a long time.

Holding the iron railing tightly, I reacted in time before pinching it into deformation, let go of my hand and took a few steps back, leaning against the wall to support my limp body that had been lying for too long.

how is this possible……

How can it be?

how is this possible! ! !

This is not the world I live in!

These reinforced concrete buildings, these speeding cars, these neat and clean streets, and the bustling crowds on the streets.

There are no ninjas, no samurai, this is not where I live!

Because I was so shocked, I was still standing on the balcony with my back against the concrete wall when Saeki Katsuya came home.

He swiped open the balcony door, a trace of anger appeared on his face, but this anger quickly disappeared in his usual timid expression: "Uchiha-kun, your illness is not cured yet, so you can't blow the cold wind like this."

After he reminded me like this, I finally realized that my hands and feet were indeed cold in only a shirt and trousers, and the dizziness that had just disappeared this morning reappeared.

I don't know if it's physical or psychological.

Taking a deep breath, I calmed down and returned to the living room from the balcony.

Katsuya Saeki went to work today, and now he is wearing a suit and tie, with a tired face, and he still has a briefcase in his hand.

Seeing me finally entering the room, he sighed: "Uchiha-kun should pay more attention to his body."

I responded as if sleepwalking, and pointed to the TV in the living room: "Can I watch it?"

He nodded, threw the bag in his hand on the sofa, and began to take off the outer suit jacket: "The remote control is on the coffee table, you can open it yourself. What do you want to eat tonight?"

He rolled up his shirt sleeves and asked me without looking up.

I was holding the remote control, trying to remember how to use this thing, and I was stunned when I heard his question before answering: "It's okay."

Watching Katsuya Saeki walk into the kitchen, I was in a daze again.

How many years ago did such a normal conversation take place?

After gathering my mind, I rubbed it for a while, and finally manipulated the remote control in my hand to successfully turn on the TV.

The news happened to be broadcast on the TV, and a woman in a professional suit was talking to the camera. I stared at the cold screen and heard the woman spit out many nouns that I had forgotten.

Memories came back like a tide, and things that were once taken for granted seemed to be recalled again.

At this moment, the strangeness caused by the sight of high-rise buildings, cars, and pedestrians finally began to fade away. The aroma of food wafted into my nose from the next room, and I heard Katsuya Saeki tinkling.

After hesitating for a while, I put down the remote control, stood up from the sofa, and walked to the kitchen door: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

The author has something to say: I will gradually reveal the previous life of the mirror, mainly related to ghost animal glasses, Tomie, and possibly other works by Mr. Junji Ito

I don't know why I have such a big brain hole... The outline was written long ago, the ghost knows what I was thinking at the time...

PS: This volume will be easier, because the strength of the mirror in this world can win even lying down, whether it is facing humans or non-humans ==