The hero is said to be dead

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The crack in my heart was torn open, and those deliberately buried memories rushed out from the depths of my mind like butterflies.

The contemptuous smile froze on his lips, and for a moment, his mind flashed, his body was already a step ahead of his consciousness, and the instinct carved into his bone marrow made Hui subconsciously block it with a fan.

Huge force hit the fan, Hui had no choice but to fly back, and the smoke and dust aroused enveloped her.

There was white mist as far as the eye could see, eager to verify something, Hui didn't even think about why there was white mist that interfered with vision on the battlefield.

She waved the fan to disperse the mist, and just as she was about to leave, a familiar female voice suddenly came from behind.

"……You know……"

Turning around in an instant, Hui scanned every corner vigilantly, but didn't feel anyone's breath.

Frowning slightly, she turned back and found that the scenery in front of her had already changed.

The fog has completely dissipated and disappeared at some point, and the feet are stepping on flat soil, and the breath smells of the fragrance of grass after the rain.

The forest, the courtyard, the wooden house, and... the cherry blossom tree not far away.

The expression on Hui's face could no longer be described as shock.

These strange and familiar scenes...

how is this possible?Even if Izanami activates... it won't be like this...

Could it be...Could it be...Time really turned back?

"...Time can't be turned back..."

The voice sounded again, and Hui subconsciously turned around, but what she saw was not a woman, but... a black-haired boy.

The boy's left leg was naturally hanging down the corridor, his right leg was bent, and he was sitting not far away comfortably.As if aware of Hui's existence, he turned his head slightly to look over, and the originally blurred face became clear at this moment.

Qing Junzhong has a haughty face, pure black eyes see through everything, and his skin is so fair that it is almost transparent, making him look so unreal.

"……you……"

……how is this possible……

"……too late……"

...How could it possibly appear...

"……benefit."

Madara...how could it be here? !

Not noticing the unbelievable expression on Kei's face, Madara seemed to be waiting for someone she had made an appointment with earlier.He stood up, put his left hand on his waist, and said lightly: "... Huiyou is too slow, Quanna has been waiting for us for a long time."

After speaking, Madara passed behind her and walked towards the back room without waiting for Kei's reaction.

"Snapped--"

The trembling hand tightly grasped the boy's wrist, and before Hui could ask, she found that her body had shrunk to the size of eleven or twelve years old.

"Madara, you..." opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know what to say except for a title. He obviously wanted to ask a lot of questions, but Hui couldn't say a word.

The five fingers clasping Madara's wrist became more and more forceful because of fear, Kei lowered her head and tried to restrain the emotion that was about to burst the embankment.

After a long time, she finally calmed down and tidied up her chaotic heart. She raised her head and looked at the boy's back.

"Madara, I..."

The boy's sigh interrupted what Hui had finally decided to say. He broke free from Hui's confinement, then slowly raised it, and finally landed on the top of Hui's hair.

"You talk too much..." His tone was impatient, but the movements of his hands were unusually gentle.

Hui blushed and wanted to refute, but was shocked by the boy's next sentence.

"...In any case, in my eyes you are just that 11-year-old Uchiha Megumi, so..." Madara retracted his hand, never looking back at Megumin, "You know. Don't delay too long. I'll wait for you .”

Madara didn't explain any of the three irrelevant words. He walked away step by step along the wooden corridor, and his figure disappeared into the white light at the corner.

Gazing at the long empty corridor, Kei felt her face was wet, with warm and salty liquid gushing out of her eye sockets bit by bit.

Fingertips rubbing against the damp wetness on her knees, Hui closed her eyes, her frowning brows were relieved, and the corners of her mouth were almost imperceptibly relieved.

She knew... always knew.

If dreams are a short-lived world, then it is human consciousness that constructs this world.

If this dream world can last forever, then in this world where no one remembers Madara and Quanna, what she longs for will never be realized.

Remembering their... After all, only her is left.

As if receiving some kind of signal, the surrounding scenery instantly shattered, but Kei, who was sitting in the center, felt nothing at all.

Time cannot be turned back, and what happened...is destined not to be changed.