[Hokage] A rose in mourning for the summer moon

you love someone.

Not relatives.No blood relationship.

not friend.deeper than that.

you love someone.You know him, you are close to him; you are together.

So, since when did you drift away from each other, do you still remember this incident?

No longer looking at each other and smiling, no longer standing next to each other and saying meaningless but happy words; when looking at him, it is more and more like watching dust flying in the sun-the familiar warmth is covered by floating particles.

Can't tell when it started, can't tell a specific time point, or there is no specific time point at all.

It's just that when you suddenly realize it, it's already like this.

You don't know why there are too many things, and you don't have time to savor too many emotions at that time.After a long time, in another quiet afternoon, when the dust is swaying in the sun, you flip through the book and accidentally see an ancient poem:

——Affection looms between the brows, and others know that I am in love.

You stare at it for a long time, laugh dumbly, and casually think that these are some messy poems, worthy of being written in such a solemn and rare ancient book.It's far worse than anything you've ever read.

What have you ever read?You start thinking back.

想：

The Yuhu curtain can't be rolled away, but it is returned on the anvil.

Liu Lang hated Pengshan for being far away, even more than [-] yuan away from Pengshan.

Gradually, there is no book. Where is the water wide fish sinking?

Coming and going, it's all about hatred.

You sit in the afternoon sun, think for a long time, sigh, and smile again.It seems that until this time, you don't really realize that the past is the past after all.

you love someone.

You have loved someone.

That's all.

The cold side of spring is replaced by the soft warmth of early summer in a blink of an eye, and soon it will be midsummer again.The cicadas are singing in early autumn, and the heat is still lingering, which almost makes people forget the coldness of winter.

That year, the summer was surprisingly long.After finally waiting for the first cool autumn rain, I was about to count the days before the sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms, when suddenly, a small meeting was secretly started.

I was called in temporarily.It was Wednesday afternoon, and someone from the family came to me and said that Zhijiang was dying and wanted to see me before he died.At that time, I had a task in my hand, which required me to go to a city in the west, and it would take several days just to go back and forth.But the name "Zhijiang" aroused some emotions. I didn't hesitate for too long, so I asked the village for half a day's leave and followed me back to the clan.

It was a gloomy room, and the sunlight was strictly cut off, not leaking into the darkness.It was clearly sunny, but there was a lingering damp and musty smell in the room.The door leading to the backyard was closed tightly without a sound.

In the silent darkness, someone coughed deliberately. There were a few soft "clicks", and a piece of the floor in the room was removed.

"This is……"

Before I could ask, I was pushed and shoved down the basement by my clansmen.

Waiting for me there were several clan elders and the silent clan leader.The musty smell in the basement was even worse than above, it was almost disgusting.A few lights danced faintly, faintly reflecting the gloomy expressions on their faces.

They all stared at me.

I looked at Fugaku who was at the top.

"Master Patriarch, may I ask what is going on? Didn't you say that Zhijiang is seriously ill?"

In the thin light, the patriarch seemed to turn his head to the side; that might be an unbearable expression.

"Let me explain." One of the clan elders said reservedly, "Now, we all think that we should no longer hide it from you. Xia Yue, you have to listen carefully to the next thing."

Afterwards, they told me about how difficult the family has been these past few years, how suspicious and excluded by the village, how the young ninjas were deliberately suppressed, and so on. Then, their anger suddenly turned high, telling me My family decided to launch a coup/dat, and take advantage of the unpreparedness to wipe out Konoha's high-level officials and force other ninjas to agree to Fuyue as Hokage.The time is three days later.

"...How can this work!!"

I was shocked, and I wondered who came up with such a stupid plan, and I didn't think about how fierce the Konoha high-level battle was, just that pile of Anbu could be equal to the Uchihas, not to mention there were other elites Jonin.The fighting power of ninjas is different from that of ordinary people. A powerful elite ninja cannot be defeated by numbers at all-isn't itachi the best proof!

"We should have succeeded a long time ago, but who told that brat Itachi - he actually killed Zhishui! Weakened our battle for no reason, damn it!" They burst into anger, "So, that kid must make atonement Just do it! To be on the safe side, Xia Yue, you must stay with us these few days."

"Absolutely not, you won't succeed, not to mention what about those civilians! There are also civilians who are not ninjas in Uchiha, are you going to force them to board the pirate ship?!"

They sneered a few times.

"It doesn't bother you anymore."

If only I was as strong as Itachi or Shisui.If I am that strong, I will not be easily subdued in the next battle.

The grain on the floor hurts my face, and the musty smell hits my lungs.Before I fainted, I struggled to look at Fu Yue, stared at him and said, "Stop it, Itachi won't..."

The man turned his face away and whispered, "Don't hurt her."

After that, I don't know anything.

I was locked in solitary confinement and shackled.This instrument of torture can suppress the ninja's chakra, making us no different from ordinary people.The Konoha Guard has many such instruments of torture.

The daughter of my family is responsible for taking care of me.She always kept a straight face and said nothing.I begged her to let me go, but she didn't speak, so I asked her if she could let me talk to the patriarch again, but she gave me a disgusted look.

"We are not like you, who have completely forgotten the glory of Uchiha!" She put the job bowl heavily in front of me, showing a look of contempt, and said proudly, "We know what men are doing, and we are also very proud. Be proud of them. That group of people risked their lives to fight for a bright future for the whole clan. You are also ninjas, but you only know how to hold people back and talk about frustration all day long! That ferret—hmph, the family cultivation was wasted His painstaking efforts!"

Only later did I know that she was Zhishui's cousin, and also his loyal and infatuated crush.

They didn't want to listen to me, so they gave me sleeping pills.I tried to spit it out as much as I could, but it was so strong that I was always groggy.Sometimes I think, now the village will count me as rebellious, are there other people like me in the clan?poor thing.Sometimes I think, what is Itachi doing, does he know what happened in the family, and what choice will he make?

I have to admit that I am just an ordinary person who says that I want to work hard every day, but I can't help but sneak in and watch "500 Days of Living with a White-haired Fox Boyfriend".When I was detained by my family, I clearly thought about how serious the situation was, but I still couldn't help but secretly hope: the person I like will come to save me, right?Like the night I had a high fever, he saved me from illness and nightmares.

I used to have a romantic teenage heart.

By the next time I actually woke up, it was another full moon night.I fell on the cold floor and slowly supported myself to get up.The pale moonlight spilled all over the floor, and I found that I had been changed into a paler kimono. The plain white without decoration was like the chill in the winter snow.

It was surprisingly quiet outside the window, not even a cicada chirping.I'm not sure if I heard the faint sound of swords and swords, and whether the smell of rust in the air is blood or not.

Soon, there were panicked footsteps in the corridor.The door was jerked open, revealing the face of a panicked man in the frame.His chest heaved violently, blood was all over his body, and the muscles of his face were distorted from despair and collapse.

"Bastard - bastard!!"

He screamed and rushed forward, grabbed my neck, and grabbed me in front of him like a shield.He held the knife in his right hand, but the hand holding the knife kept shaking, as if he was scared out of his mind by something crazy.

"How could such a thing happen, is that a monster—ah? It must be a monster! How could such a thing... how could such a thing be possible!"

I was carried by him and stumbled to the street.The night wind howled in the empty street, the doors of the surrounding rooms were half-closed, there was no light, only a dark shadow like a stain on the thin paper door—is it blood?

I desperately wanted to catch my breath while being held hostage by the man, and I also desperately wanted to see the situation around me clearly.The ones sticking out of the dark doorways...the ones lying on the street corner...an occasional scream in the silence...

"Those eyes...how could there be such terrifying eyes..."

A huge full moon hangs high in the sky, just like the bright moonlight that night.At that moment, I felt something in my heart and tried to raise my head.

——Between the moonlight and the night, the man stood on a high place, the long hair on the back of his head fluttered in the wind, like a flying crow spreading its black wings.

The man who was holding me said "ho ho" and tightened his grip on my neck even more. "Itachi—look! This is your important lover, and it's in my hands!" He yelled like crazy, "If you're capable, you'll even kill this woman..."

I remember that flash of light.

There are two sounds of objects falling to the ground.The first time was the head of the man behind him, and the second time was his heavy body.

In the bright moonlight, his bright red Sharingan eyes are clearly visible.The sharp ninja sword was held in his hand, and thick blood flowed down the blade drop by drop.

He stared at me like he always did in the past.Then, the hand holding the handle of the knife slowly lifted up.

"Weasel..."

The heavy shackles have already worn out the blood from the ankles, and they have also emptied the chakra in my body.Unarmed, I stared at him blankly.

In a short moment, I want to understand a lot.Including the family's planning, including Itachi's forbearance all the time, including Fugaku and Mikoto's hesitation to speak, and even the truth about Shisui's death, I vaguely guessed it.I am also a ninja after all.I wasn't a real kid after all.

Although compared with him, maybe I am still a childish bunch.Just like he said.

I finally figured out the cause and effect.Between life and death, my thinking was so clear that I was surprised; they probably wouldn't know how many things I figured out that night, and that night, I decided on my future plans.

It's too late, but I finally figured it out.as I thought.

I open my arms towards him.My hands are empty.

"Go ahead, Itachi."

The hand holding the handle of the knife trembled violently, causing the blade to tremble too.He stared at me closely, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

"Xia...yue." He took a deep breath, although his deep breath was only a few seconds of his chest rising and falling, "Xiayue... I'm sorry."

The syllables squeezed out of the throat are like the cry of a drowning man.Obviously the weaker side is me, and the one holding the knife is him, but it seems that he is the one who is tightly strangled by the throat.I sympathize with him, really.

Did I tell you that itachi and I were always together when we were kids?We train together and study together.He taught me how to throw shuriken, practiced wrestling with me, and confiscated the books when I secretly read novels; when I rushed to grab them, he easily stopped me.

The situation was somewhat similar to that time.

Don't underestimate the instinctive reaction of a ninja. The stronger the ninja, the easier it is for the instinctive reaction to be faster than the speed of thinking.So, if you want to break the stalemate of the confrontation, it's very simple, just grab his weapon.

In this way, there is no need to hesitate, let alone too much struggle; he will react instinctively and easily send the blade into your chest.

I finally stood at the closest place to him again, close enough to see his suddenly widened eyes, close enough to see his almost collapsed expression.It's been a long time since I saw such a sincere expression; the sad expression of desperately suppressing tears finally aroused my past memories of him.He seems to have become the child in my eyes again; no matter how mature and calm he looks, he is just a simple child in essence.

Is it a conjecture at the time of dying?perhaps.

"I'm sorry, Xia Yue, I'm sorry..."

I saw the pattern of Sharingan spinning in his eyes, like a harbinger of an imminent illusion.

"No."

The blade was so cold that my heart almost froze.In this situation, it can still beat stubbornly for a while, and I admire my heart very much.Even a little want to laugh.

"Don't... use illusions on me." I tried my best to hug him, trying to see him more clearly through the moonlight, "Did I say that a long time ago? I don't want to be ignorant, I just need to be sober, even if, even if No matter how painful it is..."

I heard strange noises.It was like a whimper that a person tried his best to suppress, and it was like the whine of a small animal when it was dying.The ambiguous voice was suppressed very low, abnormally low, and was strictly ordered not to make it out.

I touch his face.Tears flowed under my fingertips.

"...That's enough."

so tired.I close my eyes.

"So be it."

I'm not sure.

When the blade is drawn away from the heart and the cold wind pours into the blood, when the shadow of death is about to fall completely.

I'm not sure if I heard a sob.

do not Cry.I want to tell him.It's not over yet.but……

But the moonlight is so beautiful tonight.

The author has something to say: the upper part is over, and the lower part is about to start.

Don't feel sorry for the heroine hahaha, she is not sad and pitiful, but her strength index is over the top, and the next part is about to make trouble.