Selling jars from Naruto

Chapter 237 The Essence of Dried Persimmon and Kisame

Looking at Shen Mo's dark and deep pupils at a close distance, even Uchiha Itachi has a little forehead sweating.

For the first time, he had the feeling of being seen through the eyes.

On the contrary, he couldn't see everything that the other party showed at all.

Whether it's the weird scene around, or the form of teleportation—it's not a teleportation technique, it's not a space ninjutsu, and it doesn't even have any chakra fluctuations.

"Since your Excellency didn't do it directly, then it shouldn't be fighting." Uchiha Itachi still has reason, if the other party wants to do it, there is no need to do so much trouble.

"Of course." The smile on Silence's face remained the same, "As I said, under normal circumstances, I would not take action against potential guests."

"Guest?" Uchiha Itachi repeated.

"Didn't you all see it?" Shen Mo opened his hands and said with a smile, "Oshemaru is my guest, Luo Sha, Sarutobi Hiruzen, oh, and your brother, they are all my guests. Here you get the power from another world, and you get the chance to realize all your wishes."

Uchiha Itachi stared.

Sure enough, this person knew that they had just been in the arena.

However, this kind of thing is irrelevant now.

Uchiha Itachi keenly found the most critical information from the other party's words.

"Your Excellency, you mean that we can also get power from Your Excellency?" Uchiha Itachi asked.

In fact, in the arena just now, the man in front of him, or his female companion, did not make a move.

really shocked them.

It is the terrifying power of those people in Orochimaru.

anyone.

Even people who were originally far weaker than them possessed magical and powerful power.

Therefore.

The man in front of them who gave them that kind of power seemed extremely mysterious and terrifying.

"Yes, you have the qualifications." Silence's eyes seemed to narrow a little, and he said unhurriedly, "It's not just the qualifications, you also have the potential that is not weak, I'm curious, can you go into the real world."

"The real world?"

Uchiha Itachi's Sangouyu Shulun stared at Shen Mo closely, as if he wanted to get more information from his expression.

"To us, you are like goldfish in a fishbowl, mistakenly thinking that the fishbowl is the whole world, but in fact, the real world is far wider than you imagined, where there are infinite destiny and countless wonderful things." Silent There was no sarcasm in his tone, he was just telling a fact.

For the two who witnessed the stage just now, this is not something difficult to understand.

The power displayed by all.

Nothing like what this world has.

Undoubtedly, that came from outside the world, and outside the world, there must be all kinds of existence similar to them.

However, understanding is understanding.

Suddenly, knowing that the whole world is just an extremely small part will give people a feeling that everything about themselves, including strength, emotion, and obsession, is extremely small, and this is exactly the truth.

For those who are already at a loss, they may even suddenly feel that everything about them is meaningless.

Especially dried persimmon and ghost shark.

""

After being silent for a moment, Kisame Kisame held his big knife, stared closely at Shen Mo with eyes like dead fish eyes, and asked:

"What is the real world you're talking about?"

Silent eyes were on him.

Before, he only glanced at it briefly, but now, after truly penetrating into his soul, Shen Mo discovered that his heart was already dead.

deep in the heart.

He tried hard to suppress his emotions, and only regarded himself as a tool man to perform tasks, or a so-called real ninja.

This will not work.

"It's so interesting." The corners of Silence's mouth curled up, determined to give him some motivation, "You feel like a fake person, and even think that everything in this world is fake, but the real fake world is real instead, no wonder, you Would not approve of that plan."

As a ninja of Kirigakure Ninja Village, Kisame Kisame has been killing his companions because of orders.

An inability to find one's own identity, one's own stand.

With this kind of cognition, he will agree with Uchiha Obito, as Uchiha Madara, who told him about the Moon Eye Project.

In that kind of world where there is no betrayal and no war, that is the real world he thinks.

And now-

Dried persimmon ghost shark's heart beat violently.

He knows! ?

Mr. Uchiha Ban's plan for the Eye of the Moon.

"How did you know?"

Dried Persimmon Kisame slightly exerted force on the palm holding the shark-muscle broadsword.

If it is an ordinary person.

He must catch the other party at this time, and then torture the information, but the person in front of him

Let him not dare to act rashly at all.

"What I described should be very accurate." Silent laughed softly, and then glanced at Uchiha Itachi again, "You think that the fish tank you are in is the sea and the whole world, but in fact, everything about you They are all clearly displayed in front of me—whether it is your inner essence, or your deepest wish, or the position you want to protect in your heart."

Uchiha Itachi's heart tightened.

This sentence.

Definitely speaking to him too.

This person really knows everything, including everything about himself, and if he speaks out, and his undercover identity is exposed, the reputation of the Uchiha family will also bear the infamy of a traitor.

"See through my essence?"

Dried persimmon ghost stared at Silence.

He doesn't even know it himself.

"In essence, you are a person who values ​​your companions." Shen Mo said casually, "But your village always asks you to do some tasks to betray your companions, but you really did it against your heart. For you, what is false is not the world, but the choices you make."

Although it is a joke.

But that's the truth.

It is also doing some dirty things for the village, and it is also attacking his companions, so Shimura Danzo is not the slightest bit confused.

""

Dried Persimmon Kisame fell silent, wondering whether he should believe it or not.

This is the first time.

Some people say that he is a person who values ​​his companions.

His hands were stained with the blood of his comrades.

"Okay, although I don't mind taking the responsibility of being a god for a while, and guiding the lost children to the path that suits them best, but that must be my guest." Mo Mo held his scepter and glanced at it. The persimmon ghost, who was still at a loss, couldn't help but shook his head, then seemed to think of something, and suddenly smiled, "Let's change the place, to a place with a wider view."

(End of this chapter)