[Comprehensive] Magical Uchiha spitting fire online

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As a ninja, there are many days when I have to sleep in the open during missions. Sleeping outdoors is not a problem for me. Originally, I wanted to find a warm and quiet place to take a nap, avoid today's training, and then apologize to Mr. Chuuya tomorrow.

Anyway, Mr. Chuuya is such a kind person, he can definitely understand the rebellious stage of a teenager after being beaten too many times.

...That's what I originally thought.

As a result, I had just found a quiet and secluded corner, and before I could lie down, I heard a gunshot not far away.

After staying in this world for so many days and being exposed to these things every day, no matter how little I know about modern technology, I know that the guns in this world are not the same thing as the fire|guns that I know are used to shoot birds. Although the two types of guns essentially rely on guns to fire bullets, their power is far different. One can't even kill a dog five steps away, and the other... Although I haven't personally experienced it myself, judging from the scenarios in which others use it, the power of the other gun is almost the same as the detonating talisman.

I originally wanted to pretend not to hear it and simply sleep somewhere else. However, the system reminded me: "Are you sure you want to leave it alone?"

"Otherwise? Why should I go out of my way to meddle in such nosy matters."

"The place where the gunfire rang out is not far from the Port Mafia's specialized intelligence office. If the intelligence office was attacked... it would be very troublesome for you to be found to have been wandering around here afterwards."

I blinked. It took me several seconds to digest what the system had just said before extracting the key points: "...the Port Mafia, a rebel organization, actually has a specialized intelligence department?"

"You haven't found the point at all..." The system's voice suddenly became very weak: "The point is, are you going or not?"

"Go. Who said I won't go." I thought for a while and said righteously: "I will go and resolve the incident now, and I can explain to Mr. Chuuya in a reasonable and well-founded way why I was not waiting in the training room. he."

I thought this idea was feasible, so I rushed towards the place where the gunshots were heard before the gunshots over there ended.

The first gunshot sounded like a signal to start a war, and the gunshots that followed were as deafening as firecrackers. It sounded like it must be a large-scale gun battle.

And my plan was perfect. Anyway, I just went there to take a look. It was not eye-catching. I just took a look. If there was an attack on someone from the Port Mafia, I would join the fight. If it was a fight between unrelated organizations, It’s not too late for me to go back the same way and pretend I didn’t see it.

Everything is ready, all that's left is me to be in place.

I carefully collected my breath and stood behind the wall that covered most of my body to peek at the place where the gun battle was taking place.

A large number of men with ferocious looks raised their guns and fired, and the targets they attacked were those who were on the opposite side of them...

……Grass. It's Osamu Dazai.

I looked shocked and murmured to the system: "Is it too late for me to pretend I don't know and sneak back to the port mafia headquarters?"

However, before I could wait for the system's answer, the black-haired boy's eyes suddenly lit up, even in the hail of bullets, and I instinctively had a bad premonition.

"Ah, Frightened Bird! Have you come to save me?"

I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!

Almost at the same time, the moment Dazai Osamu spoke, all the guns followed his line of sight and pointed at me. Ten thousand curse words that I knew flashed through my mind in an instant, but I didn’t have time to think about anything. I could only use the flexibility that Mr. Chuuya had trained me in recent times and rush towards me before the bullet hit me. Osamu Dazai joined this battle that had nothing to do with me.

"Mr. Dazai!" I collapsed: "Why are you here!"

During the battle, Dazai Osamu killed the man who attacked him with just one shot. Large amounts of blood mist splashed out, dyeing the gray walls in the alley a dull brown-red. Dazai Osamu, however, looked as if he was walking leisurely in the drizzle. He answered me in an overly understated manner: "Ah, I accidentally walked here and was attacked."

Then why are you dragging me down.

Wouldn't it be nice to simply get attacked and then report the news "Mafia cadre Dazai Osamu was attacked and sacrificed", and then transfer me to Mr. Chuuya's subordinate.

While cursing Osamu Dazai for his unreliable behavior as a superior, I drew out my short knife and cut the necks of two men who tried to attack me first because they saw that I was younger and easier to bully than Osamu Dazai. The blade flew through the air, and before I could retract the power of the knife, I felt a strange aura approaching from behind.

I instinctively opened my Sharingan and was about to turn around to attack the strange smell coming from behind, but I was pulled by the back of my collar by Dazai Osamu who stretched out his hand.

"Don't be impulsive, Scared Bird."

Dazai Osamu's voice remained calm despite this situation, and contained a faint smile. The skinny boy suppressed my movements with his height. In the awkward position of being firmly held by the collar, I struggled to turn my head and look back. But he saw a man wearing a beige coat who was older than Osamu Dazai approaching.

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I always thought that people in the Port Mafia only wore black and white clothes. It turns out that this man with different clothes from us is not from the enemy's side?

This man whose hair was the same color as the blood sprayed on the wall glanced at me inexplicably, and then looked at Dazai Osamu with a somewhat troubled expression: "We are running out of bullets, Dazai, don't you consider retreating temporarily? ?”

"It's okay, it's okay." Dazai Osamu's eyes swept over my face. When he noticed my Sharingan, which was so red that it could almost bleed, he smiled meaningfully: "Is there a Jingniao here? , he will take care of them all.”

No, no, no, I feel like I shouldn't be here.

This is really retribution in this world. Less than half an hour ago, I just passed the blame to Dazai Osamu. Half an hour later, I was tricked by him again. I didn't expect retribution to come so quickly.

Now I really started to cry.

After listening to Dazai Osamu's words, the brown-red-haired man didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with piling all his hopes of breaking out of the siege on me, a thirteen-year-old child. He was just slightly confused about this: " Is it possible?"

"Of course, my subordinates are very reliable."

Dazai Osamu replied with a smile and pushed me out with his backhand.

I would like to thank Mr. Chuya again for the inhumane beatings he gave me these days. Thanks to his training, I was able to fight my way out of such intensive shooting by relying solely on physical skills. It's not that I don't want to use ninjutsu to solve the problem, the main thing is... Mr. Dazai is watching me eagerly behind my back. If I use ninjutsu to deal with this kind of trash fish, he may even know how to trick me into death in the future. .

Many people rushed towards me one after another, and more people fell under my sword and under the gaze of Sharingan. I think you will feel numb after killing too many people. I cut one knife at a time, killing people as smoothly as chopping melons and vegetables. Blood sprayed on my face and sprinkled on my clothes. I saw that the group of people had forgotten that their original purpose was to kill Osamu Dazai. The terrified enemies gathered all the remaining firepower. They all aimed at me.

The bullet hit the wall behind me.

The teleportation technique taught by my brother himself and the sword technique he taught step by step became a sharp weapon for harvesting human lives. I slashed the blade across the chest of the last person, and when that hand with cold fingertips touched me from behind When I touched my shoulder, I didn't even react. I subconsciously gathered chakra in my eyes and stabbed my back with the knife.

Immediately afterwards, my wrist was hit hard, and the handle of the knife, which had become slippery after being stained with blood, came out of my hand and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

I turned around and looked blankly at the person who stopped me from swinging the knife: "...Mr. Dazai?"

"Calm down, Scared Bird."

Dazai Osamu removed his hand from my shoulder and moved his fingertips to my cheek. The bandage tied to his finger absorbed the blood that had not yet solidified on my face. The blood soaked the strips of cloth, giving me the illusion that Dazai Osamu's fingers were also slightly warm.

The black-haired boy had a smile on his face. He held my cheeks with both hands, leaned forward and stared into my eyes: "Control your emotions and your murderous intention. Remember, Frightened Bird, you It’s my men, not the weapons.”

Reason gradually returned to me, and I came to my senses. Then I slowly lowered my hand that was still in an attacking posture, and allowed Dazai Osamu to hold my face obediently.

"...Mr. Dazai."

"Um--?"

Dazai Osamu's caramel-colored eyes reflected my small shadow. In his eyes, I looked pale and stiff, and looked miserable as if my whole body was stained with blood.

I opened my mouth and whispered hoarsely, "I want to tell you something."

He was finally aroused by me: "Huh? What do you want to say?"

"...I want to say, please don't look Uchiha in the eyes."

Before I finished speaking, Dazai Osamu lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

In my original world, it was common sense in battle not to look directly into Uchiha's eyes. I didn't expect Dazai Osamu to dare to look at me so casually when I was obviously on guard. The illusion was ready to be released at any time, and the moment I met his eyes, I knew it was already too late. I didn't have time to stop the magic, so I could only delay the time of the illusion as much as possible. This was really not my intention.

With a sad look on my face, I bent down to pick up Dazai Osamu who had fallen to the ground, and turned around to face the brown-haired man I didn't recognize at all.

He was probably startled by Osamu Dazai's sudden collapse. His pupils narrowed slightly in surprise and he stared at me, his gaze focused on me.

"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. It was really just a friendly accident."

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