Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 1 Happy Birthday
night.

Heavy rain.

Itachi, who has just turned 11, stands under the eaves and looks at the dark skyline.

He was a little lost.

It has been half a year since I came to this world, and I still haven't heard any news about Konoha, and even ninjas have long since disappeared into history in this country called Japan.

Everything I knew before is like a fantasy in today's world, and the past ten years are like a dream.

Waking up now.

Itachi had to admit that this was a world without Konoha and ninjutsu.

"It's another year." Itachi stretched out his hand, and the raindrops bloomed into flowers in his palm, and then his brows tightened, and the spray was frozen in the air, trembling slightly.

This is the power from the ninja world, Chakra.

"Itachi, it's time to eat." A hoarse voice.

"Understood." Itachi moved when he heard the sound, and the stagnant and trembling rain fell instantly.

Pushing open the door and entering, Yingyan is an old man wearing a tengu mask and a blue haori kimono.

Lin Taki left the next time.

"Grandpa Lintaki." Itachi greeted with a smile.

After the porch is the hall, a brown log dining table is filled with sumptuous dinners.

A boy with dark red hair and a haori patterned with Ichimatsu was sitting cross-legged.

"Come here, Itachi." He smiled and waved.

Itachi moved in response and sat down cross-legged.

"Everyone is seated." Lin Taki Zuojin stood at the entrance for the first time.

"Rinkaki-sensei, come quickly too." Tanjiro tilted his head.

"Today is a special day." Rinaki Sakuchi said.

"It's a very special day." Tanjiro echoed.

Itachi was a little confused.

He stared blankly at the two of them.

next second.

They said in unison.

"Happy birthday, Itachi."

Very simple words.

It made Itachi's heart tremble.

Think carefully.

Looks like it's his birthday today.

11th birthday.

When he was still in Konoha, he never cared about such things as birthdays. He didn't have any expectations or joy. On the contrary, he was very afraid of that day.

Because every day he is always alone.

Itachi has almost no friends, and the Uchiha race is a symbol of evil and terror in Konoha.

No child is willing to be with him. As for the father, he only cares about his strength and happiness, and doesn't care at all.

"Thank you." Itachi smiled and lowered his head.

"Itachi doesn't seem very happy, is it because we didn't think carefully?" Tanjiro lowered his head.

"No." Itachi shook his head.

"Are you okay, Itachi?" Zuo Jin stood in front of Itachi for the first time, and he could feel the faint melancholy of the latter.

It's clearly a day that should be happy.

"It's okay." It was still two words of indifference.

"Are you missing your family?" Rinaki Zuojin leaned down for the first time.

"I have been inquiring about Konoha you said all the time. If there is any news, I will tell you as soon as possible. Today is your birthday, so be happy." Zuo Rinaki patted Itachi's shoulder for the last time, wrinkling The stacked faces put on a warm smile.

"Happy birthday, Itachi."

"Thank you." Itachi's eyes were a little complicated.

11 years old first day.

The morning sun shines through the window, and the world is full of birds and swallows.

Itachi sat on the head of the bed with his head down, holding Konoha's forehead guard in his hand.

That is the symbol of the ninja.

After coming to this world, Itachi has kept it safe.

The door of the room was slightly opened, and the conversation between Tanjirou and Ryodaki Sakon fell in his ears along with the wind.

"I said that if you can cut the boulder, I will let you participate in the final selection. Naturally, I will not contradict this, but I want to ask you one last time. Have you really decided?"

"Once you take this step, there is no turning back." Lin Taki Zuo Jinji's voice sounded very serious.

"Well! I won't regret it, teacher!"

"To save Nezuko, I must do this!" Tanjiro said firmly.

"Tanjiro, I have nothing to say, you are an excellent boy, after the final selection, come back alive!"

"I will wait for your return with Itachi and Nezuko."

Itachi looked at himself through the bronze mirror on the table. He had short black hair and exquisite facial features, which came from his father's tear grooves, and he was still childish.

They come, the security.

In any case, he can't go back to the ninja world for the time being. What he should do now is to try his best to get in touch with powerful organizations in this world and get more useful information.

about this world.

Ryotaki Zuo talked to him a lot recently.

This is not a world as peaceful as it appears on the surface. During the day, the people live and work in peace and contentment, but as soon as the sun goes down, a terrifying monster that eats people will emerge and cause trouble everywhere.

It has been uninterrupted for hundreds of years.

And this kind of monster is called "ghost" by them.

Where there is evil, there must be good, and an organization with the purpose of killing ghosts came into being.

Ghost Squad.

An organization that has been passed down from the Warring States to the present, has a deep enough heritage for 400 years of weathering.

This is Itachi's goal.

There is a prerequisite for joining it, you must pass the final selection assessment, and only swordsmen who have been recommended by educators are eligible to participate.

Zuo Rinaki was such an educator recently.

"It should be fine." He muttered to himself.

Since he came to this world half a year ago, he has never stopped training in taijutsu, ninjutsu and pupil power, and now he thinks he has the level of jounin.

Itachi took care of himself meticulously, and then tightly fastened the Konoha forehead guard, which symbolized the identity of a ninja.

"Grandpa Lintaki, I also want to participate in the final selection."

Amid the unimaginable expressions of Rinaki Sakonji and Tanjiro, Itachi slowly walked out of the room, and the head-on breeze lifted the hair scattered on the forehead, and the light hit the forehead, shining brightly.

"Itachi, this is not a joke, you are just an 11-year-old child, stop making trouble, and grandpa will play with you later." Zuo Zuo rubbed Itachi's head for the first time.

"Yes, yes, such a dangerous thing is not something a child can do." Tanjiro lowered his body and smiled slightly. "It's better to stay at home and wait for me to come back, Itachi."

"Tanjiro, after two years of painful training, he is barely able to do this job. You are still too young, only 11 years old. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future." Rinaki Sakinji was very kind.

"I split such a huge boulder, you know," Tanjiro gestured, trying to draw a circle with both hands, "It's so big!"

He wanted Itachi to retreat.

"Is it possible to participate in the final selection as long as you split the boulder?" Itachi asked, with an expression that seemed to be asking if he just had to eat this roast chicken?
Just don't be too embarrassed!

"It's such a big rock, it's so big! It needs to be split with a knife!" Tanjiro explained.

In his opinion, Itachi didn't seem to understand the difficulty of this matter.

"I know." Itachi nodded.

"Grandpa Ryotaki, do you just need to split the rock like Tanjiro?" He looked at Ryotaki Sakinji who was covered in black lines.

"Theoretically, that's the case, but let's forget about it." Rinaki Zuojin smiled dryly, no one would believe that an 11-year-old child could split a boulder.

In his opinion, Itachi might not even be able to hold a knife for long.

"I want to try." Itachi insisted.

"Okay." Lin Taki Zuo Jin times helpless.

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