Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 62
long street.

Kendo Hall.

Nagasawa Shinichi rested his white-bearded chin and stared straight ahead.

In the field of vision are stretches of low, flat matchbox-like houses with yellowed and peeling walls, covered with traces of time.

There are few voices around.

His expression showed a strong sense of melancholy.

It has been more than ten years since I came to this isolated Quanxia Town.

But everything in the past is still relentlessly chasing after him.

That painful memory.

In every inadvertent moment, it is possible to break through the inner cage.

The mountain roared and the tsunami came.

once.

He is also a hero with a sword in the world.

At that time, his name was Fujiwara Sako.

"Next, I want to announce one thing to all the swordsmen. Of course, everyone may already know it."

In all kinds of sunshine.

A man with a pale face was sitting cross-legged under the high eaves.

In front of him was a group of swordsmen kneeling down on one knee with a knife in their waist.

The man smiled.

Lips trembled.

Then said.

"Fujiwara Soko managed to kill two ghosts with his own power half a month ago. He has outstanding ability and a brave heart. Today, I nominate him as the eighth pillar of the Ghost Slaying Team, Hae-joo!"

"Do you have any objections, swordsmen?"

No one spoke.

Everyone recognized this new post.

"Then I ask you to fulfill your duties in the future and get rid of the evil."

"For thousands of innocent people."

"please!"

Thoughts are cut off.

There was a sound of rustling footsteps approaching from a distance.

He lifted his dappled eyes.

Under the bright sunshine, there are two long silhouettes.

For an instant.

Nagasawa Shinichi trembled.

He straightened his hunched back, walked up quickly, and hugged that familiar figure into his arms.

"Original sea."

Hoarse and decadent voice.

Nagasawa Yuankai tilted his head, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his heart was in a mess.

Itachi stared at them.

Complex eyes.

Then his eyes flew over.

Fall into the empty gymnasium.

on the highest wall.

The word "Sea" with a blue background hangs high.

'Tomorrow' tunnel construction site.

Itachi has been here for a whole day and night.

But the workers are still building in full swing.

Swinging the hammer endlessly.

There is no rest.

Three shifts reversed.

Extracting all the use value of workers.

The bang bang bang resounded incessantly in the secluded mine.

The pungent smell of sweat permeated the heat wave.

Back and forth are all sweaty workers pushing the rock and soil.

His face was like dead ashes, and his body was withered.

Itachi looked at all this with complicated eyes.

Whether it's the ninja world or this piece of land ravaged by ghosts and disasters.

Throughout the millennium history.

What has never been lacking is war and oppression.

Itachi used to think.

What would the world be like without ninjas?

Will there no longer be so many disputes and so much oppression.

But now it seems.

What a mistake.

Even if there is no ninjutsu and no chakra, the world is still full of wars.

Deterrence always seems to be what really promotes peace.

Stronger than the generation of Hokage Senju Hashirama-sama.

It is to rely on his own power beyond imagination to check and balance the entire ninja world.

As long as he is alive.

As long as he can be invincible.

Blood and fire will not come to the ninja world.

Itachi's thoughts raced.

suddenly.

A noise came from the depths of the tunnel.

It seems that something happened.

He walked away quickly.

Through the dense flow of people.

Soon.

He reached the source of the noise, the bottom of the tunnel.

Squeeze out.

Head out.

The picture that greeted his eyes made him frown.

rock face.

Climb the rock wall with cracks spreading out like spider webs.

It wasn't some roaring machine that propped them apart.

But one section after another withered and yellow trees.

At first glance.

There seems to be nothing out of the ordinary.

Think carefully.

Where are the trees at the bottom five or six meters above the ground?

Sedimentation by crustal movement?

In that case, I'm afraid it would have become coal already.

And its appearance is completely new, as if it grew out of the ground.

Incredibly weird.

The workers talked a lot.

Theists said it was an ominous omen, and dug up the mansion of the god.

The atheist scoffed, muttering, isn't it just a tree growing underground?What a fuss!
In the din of voices.

Itachi noticed the young man named Murata again.

That is, the lunatics in the mouth of the workers.

The guy who howls about doom and eggs all day long.

He huddled in the crowd.

The pitch-black pupils shrink into needles.

The body trembled visibly.

"Don't worry about it so much, let's hurry up and work! There will be no movement, and the supervisor may be angry again!" A voice of sincerity and fear.

Everyone sighed.

Broke up unhappily.

Continue to repeat the mechanical work.

The machine roared again.

Cooperating with manpower, he quickly cut through the cracked stone wall.

Amidst the ear-piercing sharp sound, smoke and dust rose up, covering the field of vision like fog.

By hanging miner's lamp.

Itachi vaguely saw dense tree shadows behind the collapsed wall?

this will.

The workers were completely dumbfounded.

Are there really trees growing in the ground?
"Mr. Early Ancient."

The gate of the gymnasium.

Itachi leaned on the door rail and looked at the grandpa and grandson who were sitting cross-legged, and said abruptly.

Nobuyuki Nagasawa raised his head subconsciously.

next second.

Immediately retracted his head again.

Itachi stared at him.

I already have the answer in my mind.

"You are Fujiwara Sako, right?"

he said again.

"I don't know the person you're talking about. Don't make fun of me, an old guy." Nagasawa Shinichi twisted an unnatural smile.

"The information about you has been entered since ten years ago, which means that you are not an aborigine in Quanxia Town at all, and from the first time we mentioned the name Fujiwara Saku to you, your expression was extremely uncomfortable. Naturally, coupled with your current performance, it all proves that Fujiwara has an inseparable relationship with you in the past." Itachi said slowly.

"The little guy is not young, but he has a big brain." Nagasawa Nobu smiled dryly, and Nagasawa Yuanhai looked at them strangely.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it."

Itachi walked slowly.

He took out a letter from his waist.

"Grandpa Rinakizakini entrusted me to deliver it to Mr. Sako."

Two taboos.

It made the old man in front of him startled again.

The answer was clearly written on his face.

But he is still denying it.

"Find the wrong person. Find the wrong person"

Nobuichi Nagasawa lowered his head.

Itachi said nothing.

The hand holding the letter froze in the air.

call--

A gust of wind passed by, raising the old man's layers of white hair, and the seal of the letter was loosened by the bumps along the way, and finally opened.

An old black and white photo flew down like a leaf.

Falling to the half-dark ground.

All eyes are attracted.

The background of the photo is a majestic mountain.

Against the sun in the sky.

The protagonists are three swordsmen with swords on their waists.

One of them was Rinaki Zuojinji.

Beside him is a middle-aged man wearing a haori kimono with a firm smile.

On the far right is a bright and flowery woman with a smile.

Holding the hand of a middle-aged man.

Squinting slightly.

And his face is exactly the same as Nagasawa Nobuichi.

For an instant.

The truth came out.

(End of this chapter)