[Comprehensive] The days of feuding each other

The sharp blade shining with cold light pierced into the heart from the back, and the bright red blood sprayed out along with the sharp blade piercing through the chest, and finally dripped down along the tip of the knife, dyeing the ground blood red.

The familiar figure fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief, and even the last bit of life was wiped out. When the rain fell, the blood on the blade and the ground was diluted and turned into pools of red.

He wanted to stop, but he couldn't move his hands; he wanted to shout desperately, but found that he couldn't say a word; he wanted to rush to save him, but he couldn't move his body.He could only watch all this condescendingly, watching the long black-haired figure fall to the ground, his body turned from warm to cold.

spot……

I don't know if it was because of the rain that his vision became a little hazy.He raised his head and let the rain wash away the blood spattered on his face. The rain mixed with the blood began to slide down from his eye sockets, and finally flowed along the corners of his eyes to his ears, as if two tears of blood had been left behind.

His hands began to tremble, his heart hurt so badly that he couldn't breathe, as if he wanted to break free from this dream, he tried his best to endure all the pain and wanted to break through the constraints of his body, but it was all in vain.

He watched himself reach out his hand to confirm the breath of the person who fell on the ground, his consciousness kept shouting, he didn't want to face the scene of that person's death again and again, until the hand in front of him was about to touch the other person's face .

do not look!wake up!do not look!do not look!Please don't let me see the scene where Madara is dead again...

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Sitting up suddenly from the bed, Senshou Zhujian kept panting, the severe pain in his heart made him unable to breathe, so he could only bow his body and endure the pain slowly.

How much a person's heart can hurt.

He didn't know about Qianshou Zhujian, he only knew that he was suffering now, as if his heart was being grabbed by an invisible hand, it made him feel so painful that he couldn't bear to live.

Maybe this is the punishment, even if it's just a dream, this is the punishment he should accept, Madara...it hurts more than him.

His eyes became sore, his nose and throat seemed to be blocked by something, making it difficult for him to breathe. Even if he knew it was just a dream, he couldn't fully wake up, as if he was deep in a quagmire People who can't extricate themselves like that, can't tell where is realization and where is dream.

It's not the first time Senjujuma has this dream. Every time, every time, he kills Uchiha Madara with his own hands, and every time he wakes up when he confirms his death.

Knowing that this is just a dream, but can not help but let the emotion into it, just like a wounded person, in order to prevent the wound from healing, repeatedly cut the same wound with a knife every day, wanting to kill himself Ling Chi.

He didn't know why the self in the dream wanted to kill Madara with his own hands, but he could feel his own pain in the dream, and the pain and sadness that he had nowhere to vent made him almost go crazy.

Why, why did things become like this.

I clearly said that we would be together forever, I clearly said that we would realize our dreams together in the future, why did it turn out like this in the end...

The pain is very real, and the guilt is also very real, as if the future self is telling the present him how sad he will be in the future.

Madara's youthful face came to mind.

Wouldn't it hurt if you never met?If you don't know each other, can you swing your sword at each other without hesitation on the battlefield?If it's just a hostile relationship, then is it possible to not have to face the pain of killing you?

But... I wouldn't be who I am now without you.

The acquaintance by Nanhe Chuanbian was the happiest part of my youth. It is my eternal persistence to fulfill our dream with you, and being able to know you is the luckiest thing in my life.

Because of this, I can't forgive myself for killing you.

Others say that Senshou Bashirama is an upright person, but I, who was so upright, killed the most important you behind my back.

Why am I still alive, why am I not with you, why am I leaving this world alone, why am I not with you...die...

"Patriarch, it's time for a mission."

"I'll be here soon, you wait for a while."

As in the past, the energetic voice was transmitted from indoors to outdoors, and the energetic patriarch will always bring stability to the Thousand Hands Clan, just like bringing warm sunshine.

At this time, the outside is filled with bright and warm sunlight, but the gap between a paper door cannot bring any warmth to the room.

The figure with long black hair was speaking in a vigorous and brisk voice, but a line of tears flowed down his expressionless face. Senshouzhujian raised one knee, bent his body to rest his head on his knee, and quietly felt the bottom of his heart. in pain.

Why do you want him not to have the same dream over and over again?

why let him know

he loves him

But he killed him with his own hands