I watched Naruto

Next to the Konoha Heroic Spirit Monument.

The short black-haired shota walked slowly past the Heroic Spirit Monument, with a light shining slightly in his eyes.

Life will be born...

Life will pass away...

The uncertain present, and...

A certain future.

At this time, Itachi's inner thoughts were tangled into a messy ball that could not be smoothed out.

The little black-haired lolita with a single ponytail and a mole in the corner of her eye put her hands behind her back and noticed the lonely little figure.

Her pink face evoked a sweet smile. It looked like she was a little loli who loved to laugh.

"I say……"

"You are Uchiha Itachi who is the same generation as us, how about we come and play together!"

A cute voice came and stopped Itachi who was walking towards the training ground in the forest.

Itachi paused, turned around, and passed by Izumi Uchiha without saying a word.

Oh, the training ground is over there.

Uchiha Izumi was obviously stunned and smiled awkwardly.

How strange, this person...

The noisy voices of the three peers behind Uchiha Izumi were a bit annoying,

"Hey, what are you playing today?"

"Let's play Kick the Can! Kick the Can!!"

"No, you already played kick the can yesterday..."

……

While their discussion was in full swing, they noticed Itachi passing by them silently.

"Hey, why are you ignoring us? Just say something!"

A little boy with a brown hedgehog head yelled dissatisfied at Weasel,

Itachi stopped and answered without looking back, then continued walking forward.

"I'm going to practice shuriken next."

"Hey~, hahaha, let's practice shuriken too!"

Several little boys were stunned, looked at each other, screamed strangely, and then laughed mercilessly.

Obviously, they didn't believe Itachi's words and thought He was just bragging.

Then, they picked up stones from the ground and threw them towards the black-haired figure in front of them.

Uchiha Izumi saw the stones in their hands, with a worried look on her cute little face, trying to use words to stop the group of little boys from hurting Itachi.

"No, stop!"

Gusts of weak wind came from behind Itachi.

"Life will fight..." Itachi couldn't help but think.

Even without the Sharingan, Itachi could easily dodge such random throws.

However, for some reason, regarding their behavior, an unknown fire ignited in Itachi's heart, and an emotion called anger quietly emerged.

Maybe it's because the weak are ignorant of the provocations of the strong.

Maybe it was because he just wanted to vent the anger he had accumulated for a long time.

Or maybe, both.

If they provoked the former Itachi like this, the former Itachi might not care about it, but the current Itachi, baptized by the experience of those who were suspected of being him in the future, is already a god of death!

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound of flesh and blood coming into contact with a hard object, and then, Itachi used a little force to break the stone in his hand into three small stones of almost equal size.

In the blink of an eye, the short black-haired figure disappeared from their eyes!

Thump thump thump…!

The sounds of three pieces of software hitting the ground almost overlapped together!

Whoosh whoosh!

A harsh sound broke through the air, and almost at the same time, the ground next to the heads of the three boys who fell to the ground exploded, and three deep pits appeared!

In the blink of an eye, Itachi returned to his previous position, with his back still as if he had never left.

Itachi tilted his head, his black hair spread out, and his dark eyes were cold.

The words spoken in his tender voice were like the cold wind in January, chilling people from head to toe!

"If you keep nagging me, I'll kill you."

After saying that, Itachi paused slightly before taking another step, then no longer hesitated and walked towards the planned route.

It wasn't until Itachi left that the three little boys looked at the deep potholes beside them and realized belatedly that they had just passed through the gate of hell, and burst into tears...

Uchiha Izumi looked at Itachi's lonely back and opened his mouth.But looking at the shivering friend lying on the ground in front of him, he still didn't speak in the end.

She somewhat understood that the boy was not alone.

It was him who chose to be alone.

The black-haired little loli stood there with her hands behind her back, looking at the figure in front of her who also had black hair, but was gradually moving away.

Her big black and white eyes blinked.

Itachi...?

.......

Some people are born lonely.Some people choose to be alone.

Is he the latter?

Itachi didn't know,

Perhaps, it's both.

In the training ground of Konoha Forest,

A black-haired figure was in the center of the field, with targets at tricky angles in all directions.

The figure jumped up and threw several shurikens in all directions seemingly randomly!

Itachi jumped up and turned around in the air, throwing out the last shuriken in his hand. The shuriken with a cold light drew a strange arc in the air.

After the last shuriken flew out, several shurikens flying chaotically in the air seemed to have come to life, miraculously colliding with each other!

Sparks fly!

Each shuriken is constantly changing its flight trajectory!

Ping ping ping...!

The sound of metal colliding with each other is extremely rhythmic and continuous!

Itachi tapped the ground with his toes and landed smoothly, followed by a series of dull blows.

dong dong...!

All the shurikens flew in all directions, hitting the target one by one!

Thirteen targets, thirteen shurikens, all hit the bullseye!Not one is left behind!

At this point, Itachi's practice this afternoon came to a successful conclusion.

Itachi calmed his breathing slowly and relaxed on the ground of the training ground.

Itachi raised his head and looked at the sky, which had just been stained with a touch of orange.

The wind blew and the new green leaves swayed.

Through the gap, the slightly orange sunlight lay lazily on the ground.

"Wait a minute... go buy some three-color meatballs. You should be in time."

Thinking of this, Itachi showed a rare longing smile.

The refreshing evening breeze gently curled Itachi's hair. The coolness blew away the summer heat and made people feel very comfortable.

As the evening wind blew, Itachi felt tired and sleepiness came over him like a tide.

"Sleep for a while, just for a while..."

Itachi blinked like a girl, his long eyelashes swaying.

As the frequency of blinking became faster and faster, Itachi finally fell into a deep sleep.

Soon, the corners of the sleeping Itachi's mouth quietly raised, outlining a happy arc.

It seems like I had a good dream.

Only then did Itachi act like a five-year-old child.

The new green leaves rustled, as if saying,

Good night, sweet dreams.