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I had a very long dream.

I dreamed about my short life of only thirteen years.

At first it was just an ordinary scenery in the Uchiha clan. Like every child born into a ninja family, I played the game of pretending to be a ninja and listened to the stories of my brother on missions. As I grew up, I naturally chose to enter a ninja school. , to become a ninja, one is either proud of the surname of the strongest clan in Konoha, or proud of one's elder brother who has the title of "Shunshen Shisui".

There are not many things to worry about. It's just that the eldest son of the clan leader next door who is the same age as me is better than me. Before I learned how to distribute chakra reasonably, he was already proficient in the fire escape ninjutsu passed down by the Uchiha clan. .

I grew up step by step like this, graduated from school, was promoted to genin, passed the chuunin exam, joined the ANBU like my brother, and participated in meetings within the clan.

Suddenly one day, my teammates on the same team informed me that Hokage-sama wanted to see me.

I followed my teammates from Nanga River to the Hokage Tower. The Hokage sitting in the Hokage's office raised his head and looked at me.

Then I saw Osamu Dazai’s smiling face under the red hat that represented Hokage.

I turned around in shock and asked my teammates for help, and suddenly realized that the teammate who brought me to the Hokage Tower was Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

Then I woke up with a fright.

There is no terrifying Akutagawa Ryunosuke in ANBU uniform, nor is there even more terrifying Osamu Dazai in Hokage's robe. I was lying on my bed, and the other "me" beside the bed was looking down at the scroll in my hand that came from nowhere.

After I woke up, the system didn't even look away from the scroll. It just said calmly: "You're awake."

It seems that I have returned to the space simulated by the system.

My head sank when I remembered that just before I closed my eyes, I used Susanoo to hammer Dazai Osamu out. But if you think about it carefully, I managed to fire Susanoo once before I defeated Dazai Osamu... This move is not a loss.

"Did I die again?" I got up from the bed and pouted at the system blearily: "I guess the cause of death was an accidental injury to Mr. Dazai, and then he was retaliated by the rebel ninja organization..."

The system who was flipping through the scrolls raised his eyes and glanced at me: "What are you thinking? It's just that the chakra consumption was too high and I temporarily lost consciousness."

I lowered my head silently.

"Even if I bear part of the cost of using the Mangekyou Sharingan for you, Susanoo's power is not something you can bear now." The system thought for a moment, and then stuffed the scroll it had just read. He walked into my arms and said, "It's just right. Take a look at which ninjutsu you want to learn and teach it to you now."

It said calmly: "Learning one more ninjutsu will give you one more way to save your life."

My eyes widened for a moment.

There is no other reason than the ninjutsu recorded on the scroll handed over by the system. No matter which one, they are A-level or even S-level forbidden skills that are not easily seen. High-level fire escape ninjutsu such as the Dragon Flame Singing Technique are not worth mentioning on it. I flipped through it, and there are even secret techniques that have never been passed down by various families in Konoha.

Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, the system made up my mind for me and said, "How about Hao Fire Extinguishing Technique? It has a wider range than Hao Fire Ball Technique, and it also has the fire escape attribute, so you should be able to learn it faster."

I turned the scroll to the end and pointed to the record of the ninjutsu listed at the bottom.

"I'm going to learn this."

"Flying Thunder God? Can you do math, physics and chemistry?"

"No, the one next to it is another forbidden technique invented by the Nidaime Hokage."

The system raised one eyebrow. Although it was using my face at the moment, when it made a completely opposite expression, it still made me feel a sense of absurd strangeness: "Multiplying detonating talismans?"

I nodded expectantly.

"What about the detonating talisman summoning technique for fixed-point unlimited explosions? Isn't this attack power higher than the powerful fire extinguisher?"

It lowered its raised eyebrows and said expressionlessly: "It's not impossible, but let me tell you first, you will definitely be blown to death every time you use this ninjutsu, and the pain of being blown to death will not be caused by me. The more than copies of your body you have backed up will be reduced even a little bit."

"One hundred percent killed?"

"One hundred percent." The system twitched the corners of his lips, and a hint of ridicule appeared on his originally expressionless face: "Otherwise, why do you think a ninjutsu that summons a detonating talisman is a forbidden technique?"

I shrank my neck in fear: "...Then let's have another one next to me. How about the reincarnation of the dirty land?"

"There is a high probability that there is no place like the Pure Land in other worlds. People are dead when they die. Even if you learn it, it will be of no use."

"Oh, I think it's good to put out the fire."

After having a meaningless discussion with the system about whether the mutually multiplying detonating talisman can be used without accidentally injuring the caster, and how to use the mutually multiplying detonating talisman that accidentally injures the caster, I finally learned how to extinguish the fire by making jokes. But the seals and chakra manipulation methods.

Of course, the specific effects of Ninjutsu have not been tested in practice. It is estimated that the power of Ninjutsu must be adjusted by oneself through accumulating experience in actual combat. But as far as the result is concerned, I'm quite satisfied. After all, this is a high-level fire escape, a high-level fire escape ninjutsu of the Uchiha clan.

After learning the ninjutsu, I was released from the simulation space by the system, and I woke up again.

This time I was still lying on the bed, and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the familiar white ceiling.

This is the medical room, the ward where I lay in bed for almost a week.

It was like a crude reproduction of the scene. I was lying on the bed, and sitting next to my bed was Osamu Dazai, who was flipping through the book in his hand.

This chapter is not finished yet, click on the next page to continue reading -->> He did not take his eyes away from the "Complete". Just like the system, Osamu Dazai said calmly: "You're awake, you're surprised. bird."

Maybe it's because there are too many bandages on him. After I made a mistake and sent Susanoo flying, I couldn't tell how badly he was injured. The bandages were still neatly wrapped around his body. On his body, it could only be seen that he had put on new clothes that were not stained by dust.

I blinked, got up from the bed, and politely bowed down to apologize to Dazai: "I'm sorry, Mr. Dazai, I accidentally hurt you before."

Dazai Osamu finally took his eyes away from the book and showed the smile that gave me a headache in my dream.

"I'm not injured. It's you, Jingniao. Is your body okay?"

I touched my eyes subconsciously.

My Uchiha blood is destined to prevent me from being affected by external forces during battles or mental stress. The sharp burning pain in my eyes during battle is just a small problem that can be easily overcome by enduring it. After the battle, the pain disappeared along with the high fighting spirit. The area around my eyes must have been cleaned after I lay horizontally in the medical room again. There were no traces of blood and tears left. Now my eyes are There is only a little bit of sadness left in it, which is proof that I have used the power of the Mangekyo Sharingan before.

"This...should be nothing important..."

I answered vaguely.

"Ah, that's right." Dazai Osamu responded lightly, and then said: "Then, let's talk about your problem."

He closed the book in his hand with a "snap". After he closed the book, I discovered that under the cover of the "Complete", there was a short knife lying across Dazai Osamu's lap.

It's my knife.

My eyebrows twitched unconsciously.

Osamu Dazai put away the book in his hand, leaned on the cabinet next to the hospital bed and looked over with a smile: "Let me tell you about you, Jingniao."

"...What do you want to say?"

"Well... let's talk about the previous battle first."

He seemed to have unintentionally started to play with my tanto-style straight-edged ninja sword. The blade was unsheathed, and the cold and sharp edge turned between his fingers. It took my brother and I many years to learn how to use the tanto with ease. It was as light as a harmless stick in his hand.

Dazai Osamu paused the movements in his hand, and the brightly polished short sword reflected my inexplicably guilty face: "You can see that that ability is really powerful."

He maintained his smile and changed the subject: "However, the method of fighting is too crude, reckless, and arrogant. It's so bad that even I can't stand it."

I didn't say anything, because I knew that as long as I heard the word "but", it would definitely be bad.

"Obviously you can easily kill Akutagawa by picking up your dagger and close the distance. But you choose to go head-to-head with a superpower like Rashomon in this way, injuring the enemy a thousand times and damaging yourself eight hundred. I am Isn’t it time to praise you, you are really a gifted person in terms of sending yourself to death?”

"Sora has powerful abilities but no experience to match them." Dazai Osamu tilted his head: "You don't have enough actual combat experience, Jingniao."

"……Yes."

Dazai Osamu's words were unpleasant to listen to, but he said nothing wrong in this regard.

Even though he was from the strongest clan in Konoha, as a genin, the most common tasks he could do on a daily basis were to exterminate mountain bandits. Taking on an ordinary person who cannot use chakra as an opponent is definitely not a close battle in which one can gain experience. All my actual combat experience is only in ninja school or when practicing with my brother.

"But forget it." He said softly: "Let's talk about the next question. Jingniao, who did you learn the technique of throwing concealed weapons from?"

Taught in school...?

No, not right.

family history?

... It seems not.

My current character should be from a slum that Dazai Osamu imagined without permission. There is no school, and there certainly cannot be any family secrets passed down to me.

"It's not just the technique of throwing concealed weapons. Your sword skills and your physical skills are completely different from the wild dogs like Akutagawa-kun who crawl around in the slums and bite them. It can be seen that you have received training."

I was struggling with how to answer this question, but I saw a cold light flashing in front of my eyes. The extremely sharp blade grazed my skin, and Dazai Osamu held my knife in his hand, holding it against my throat like a joke: "There is no one like Uchiha Jingtiao in the slums. Jingniao, who are you?"

Osamu Dazai's voice was still gentle, and even when he put the knife against my neck, the smile on his face did not change at all. But there was no smile in his eyes, and his brown eyes, which were as sweet and sticky as caramel, were filled with a coldness that contained nothing.

This man who was judging my fighting ability just a second ago could kill me at any time.

And I don't want to die.

Even if the system has backed up my body, death is as relaxing to me as an afternoon nap. I can do it all over again after death.

I still don't want to die.

I pursed my lips hard and raised my empty hands under Dazai Osamu's gaze.

"Mr. Dazai, I am Uchiha Jingtiao."

Dazai Osamu stared at me for a moment, and then, the indifference in his eyes that showed no regard for life and death slowly disappeared.

"Jingniao, do you want to live?"

He asked in a voice that was almost breathy: "Even if in the future, you might be the dog of the port mafia."

"I want to live, sir, please save me."

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