[Hokage] A rose in mourning for the summer moon

"What is the purpose of 'Xiao'?"

"..."

"Who are the members of 'Xiao'?"

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"Who is the leader of 'Xiao' and where is the base?"

"..."

I put my hands on my chest, and I thought I was imposing.

"Are you sure you want to keep silent with me, Mr. Crow?" I said, "If you can't pass on the information, who wants to train spies? We are always pursuing these issues. Or would you rather Look at us scouting out the enemy's situation like headless chickens, sending a few more innocent lives as stepping stones?"

The accusation finally moved him.Itachi drooped his eyes and thought for a while before answering my question just now.

It turns out that the ultimate goal of the "Xiao" organization is to collect tailed beasts and achieve world harmony.This goal is really... Well, maybe the essence of all NGOs is a group of anti-scientific and anti-establishment members who are high-skilled and anti-society members. As a normal person, I should look at this group of weirdos with objective eyes.

There are only a few wall lamps lit in the room, the light is dim, but somehow warm.While removing the heavy makeup on my face, while thinking about the important affairs of my family and country, I heard his deep and cold voice flowing in my ears.

"Uchiha Madara... Do you really think that the leader of Akatsuki is the patriarch who ran away? Then he really lived for a long time." I digested this amazing information, "Indeed, if it is Madara, of course he has the strength Controlling Nine-Tails to attack Konoha is also courageous enough to suppress a group of powerful and rebellious rebels."

I have to believe that the man behind the scenes is Uchiha Madara, but Itachi shook his head.

"At first I thought so too. But after getting in touch with him during this period, I have a new idea. Although the strength and planning of the masked man are very convincing, his words and deeds are not as dull as the elderly." He mused Said, "On the contrary, it looks more like a young man."

"Young people? But in the previous generation and our generation, I haven't heard of any clansman who has reached such a level." I recalled the family information, "Either it is a bloodline left outside, or... it has been presumed Those tribesmen who died but failed to see the corpse?"

"There are two possibilities." Itachi said calmly, without any surprise or distress. "Continuing to observe should lead to further conclusions."

I thought about it, but I couldn't think of a good word, so I had to say dryly: "You really deserve to be Itachi."

He didn't answer.It was more silent than before, but it was also a predictable result.He didn't look at me, but stared at the lamp on the table; it was a lamp in the shape of a candelabra, offering a faint but steady light.The light illuminated his eyebrows and eyes, but was blocked by the black collar.

I reached out and poked his collar.If there is no response, poke again.

"Xiayue, actually Hokage didn't ask you to contact me." He said.

"But I will know sooner or later. The sooner I know, the sooner I can prepare, isn't it good?" I continued poking at his collar boredly, "What do you want to ask me? Is Sasuke doing well? Is it okay, Psycho The situation is not stable, and I think it would be good for him to make more friends. How is Konoha doing? Very peaceful, thanks to everyone's joint efforts. Well, what else... By the way, Itachi, when are you going to tell The truth about Sasuke?"

"Don't talk? That means you don't plan to tell him. Well, I guessed it." I withdrew my hand, continued to rest my chin, and sighed unconsciously, thinking that Sasuke is so pitiful. If his brother doesn't tell him the truth, I can't do anything. explain.

But this concealment is only temporary.I have already thought about it.

"Itachi, how did you recognize me? Is it sweet-scented osmanthus honey and dumplings?"

He didn't deny it.I am a little happy.

"I bought it on the spur of the moment. Fortunately, I had an idea." I'm such a clever little ghost.

"you……"

Itachi raised his eyes again and stared at me.Just like when I was a child.

"Xia Yue, are you okay?"

okay?I recalled my life in the past few years, and found it difficult to answer this question.But, who says you have to tell the truth?

"It's pretty good. I don't have to worry about food and clothing, and I can be considered a successful career, and I have my own goals." I smiled at him, "I can also feed passing crows."

His expression remained motionless.The light gathered in those dark eyes, but it seemed to be glued on, failing to reveal any real emotions.I have long been unable to see his true thoughts, and I have also accepted this reality.

It's just that the robe that belonged to "Xiao" was still very dazzling; the dark clothes set off the blood-red clouds, and quietly covered his face.It is already very hard to see through, what does it mean to block more than half, increase the difficulty?

I leaned over and tried to rip his collar off, but then I realized that this tasteless jacket had no zipper, and the material was so stubborn that it snapped back as soon as I let go, and I couldn't hold it down at all.It's really unreasonable that I can't get along with me even a collar.I was angry from the bottom of my heart, I simply held his collar and held on, and just looked at him like that.

Now I can finally see his whole face clearly.She has really grown up, and the innocence of a child has completely turned into the handsomeness of a teenager, her facial features are a little sharper, her eyelashes are still very long and thick, her hair is tied back smoothly, like a girl.

I touched his eyes.He didn't move, just closed his eyes slightly.

"Xia Yue," he said softly, "I really wanted to kill you back then."

"I know." I was a little surprised, "Should I still say 'thank you'?"

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"Apology, forgiveness, or a blunt 'I'm sorry but I don't regret it', it doesn't make sense, so forget it." I focused on feeling the temperature of his skin.The light was warm, but his face was pale, and his breathing was quiet and regular, like a deep sleep.I used to think he was like a patient, but now I have this association again for no reason.But ninjas are actually so forbearing and restrained, aren't they?

"When things are over, if you have anything else you want to tell me, I will be happy to listen. If you have anything to say, save it until then. As for now..."

I kissed his lips lightly.The warm and cool touch makes one wonder whether his blood temperature is lower than that of ordinary people.

"Xia Yue..."

"You should know that some scenes can't be disguised, right?" Knowing that no outsiders could hear it, I still wanted to lower my voice, just because something strange seemed to be born in this ambiguous and silent room, which made people People can't bear to be alarmed.

"You brought a girl back to your room tonight, Itachi. Are you so sure your 'companions' won't confirm after the fact? We all know how many secret exchanges are under the guise of love, don't we? ? They will definitely come to check. So, don't expose yourself."

I could hear his heartbeat, just like I could hear my own.The sound of rushing blood is like a rushing river, rushing across the border between fantasy and reality.I can no longer tell the difference between light and shadow, cold and heat.

The man finally opened his arms to me.

During the interval of breathing, there was a faint ringing of a bell.He opened his eyes and looked at me with a trace of doubt and inquiry.

I kiss his eyes.

"It's Xuechun's decoration." I understated it, but couldn't help laughing, "From now on, Itachi...we are accomplices."

What a joy to behold.I have spelled out the cause, and I have seen your goal clearly, and I have made my way forward even clearer.I will walk in silence, as you choose.

From now on, we are accomplices—until your wish is granted.

They left early, ninja-like.Unfortunately, I had to get up earlier, reapplied my makeup layer by layer, dressed up as Xuechun, and saw him off with dark eyes.Before leaving the room, he hesitated for a moment, then bowed his head and kissed me.We used to be about the same height, but now he is taller than me.

I thought it was a good performance, so I gave it a thumbs up as a reward.He showed a smile that he hadn't seen for many years, it was still so weak that it couldn't be any weaker, but it was enough to dye those cold black eyes with warmth.I suddenly realized that no matter how many things he still hides from me, no matter how far he is determined to go alone, with just this smile, maybe I will forgive him in the end.

It's disgusting, it's discouraging, and I don't even want to tell him about it.

"Xia Yue."

He called me in a low voice.I thought he was going to say something, but he didn't say anything, just called my name again.

"Alone outside, remember to take care of yourself." I don't know why, at this moment I recalled what happened to Xin.When I finally found out that he was deliberately killed by his younger brother in the duel because he was terminally ill, I thought, if Itachi dares to do this in the future, I will definitely kill him.

Itachi didn't know what I was thinking, he just turned around and patted my head, "Don't worry about me, Xia Yue can just take care of herself."

"I'll take good care of Sasuke too." I said, "I'll see you later, Itachi."

I am sure I found my lover back briefly that night.He is as silent and gentle as ever, and as lonely and decisive as ever.From the moment he opened the door, he became a member of the "Akatsuki" organization again, wearing an ominous black robe, and left the gentle town of Yoshihara with a blank expression.His companion smugly cracked dirty jokes, taking it as a genuine exchange of affection between men.

None of them looked back.Fortunately, I was able to lean against the window and watch him go away until he disappeared.

I don't know which tea house, but at this time the shamisen was played, and some people sang: Everything is up to fate, and the heart is always listening to the sky.After parting today, be careful not to mourn.

Now after the farewell, Shen Mo mourns... It's really appropriate.

I washed up and went back to the room, only to find that the hair tied to the window had been broken.The quilt that hadn't been put away in time was spread on the floor, half covering a trace of blood red.

A little maid was poking her head outside the door: "Sister Xuechun, do you have any orders?"

I yawned. "Clean up the room. Don't be afraid, those vicious people will probably not come again in the future."

Half a month later, the once well-known Furisode Xinzo Snow Toon was bought by a big businessman, and the price was much lower than what Matsunoya originally thought.And in a small town in the Land of Fire, a beautiful and smart young girl inherited the cloth shop business of a distant uncle, and even got engaged to the young master of the rice shop next door.

I returned to Konoha, accepted Liuhua's gratitude with peace of mind, and endured the pain caused by another experiment.The foreign chakra was injected into my meridians, supplementing the power consumed by "Feng Yunye".

In the Hokage Building, Sandaime and Danzo jointly listened to the report of the "Akatsuki" organization passing through the country of iron. He doesn't seem to give up when he admits that he has collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the village.The third generation has become accustomed to Danzo's suspicion of Uchiha, and is even more accustomed to handling such situations in a peaceful way.

"Habit" is a dangerous force that makes people blind to their blind spots.For example, the third generation is used to trusting me, and didn’t know that I only reported part of the facts, but omitted more, including that I have learned that Konoha ordered Itachi to kill the family, and I have confirmed Itachi’s identity as a spy/spy. He also asked for detailed information about the "Xiao" organization.Danzo is also used to doubting me, but is more used to relying on the power of "roots".

They never thought that I would bring any changes, not even Itachi.Compared with real geniuses, I really don't have any talents worth noticing.

The third generation likes calligraphy, and there are several pairs of famous calligraphy in the office.Maybe I will give him a pair next time, with the title on it: The wind rises from the end of Qingping.

If you want a storm, first find a butterfly to flap its wings.

The author has something to say: The eighth volume of "Anthology of Ancient and Modern Waka": Everything depends on fate, and the heart always listens to heaven.After parting today, be careful not to mourn.

Xia Yue's mental problems are actually quite serious...Wang Tian

Brother Itachi, he is the type who is willing to accommodate the person he likes as long as it doesn't involve issues of principle, but when it comes to issues of principle, he doesn't discuss it.

If it weren't for those complicated realities, Brother Weasel would probably be on the road of pampering his wife and maddening demons.

But they still have a chance!