Tu Sheng [Hokage]

Farewell, what is farewell?

Is it the giant sword that the gods used when they executed me, or the gray eyes of humans that have lost their color.

I woke up unconscious, my fingers curled and trembled unconsciously. The wet feeling on my back made my already messy nerves even more blurry. Even if I woke up, I couldn't get rid of the burning pain in my head.

The Sharingan was still too lethal to me. I smelled the pungent smell in the air, and for a moment my mind was filled with thoughts of Uchiha Shisui's smiling face when I said goodbye.

I suddenly got up from the bed, and with such force I pulled out the infusion needle on the back of my hand. The medicine mixed with blood dripped down on the blue floor of the hospital. I supported my body with one hand and almost sat back down from exhaustion. to the hospital bed.

The attack is really ruthless.

The warm sunshine in the early morning poured down from the window with my back to me. It was obviously very warm, but a biting chill filled my heart. It was so cold that my heart ached.

Humans are still the thing I hate the most, that hasn't changed, look at how they kill each other, I haven't done anything yet...

"you're awake?"

The person who spoke opened the door halfway, I looked up at him, and met a pair of dark eyes.

"Shisui..." I opened my mouth to ask him

"Shisui is dead," he said.

I have never been so fragile and wanted to seek warmth, just like the humans who were tortured and killed by me. They screamed and wanted to escape, but they still had to face death that sent chills down the spine.

There was a familiar smell in my nose. He remained silent and just patted my back gently.

I put my whole face deep in Itachi's neck and asked him in a hoarse voice.

"Why…"

Why did you seek death, why did you give me warmth and then disappear mercilessly, why did you try to persuade Itachi and I when we couldn't see eye to eye, why did you educate me despite being a short-lived ghost?

"Are all humans like this?"

"Maybe." He lowered his eyes calmly

"where is it?"

"It doesn't mean much if you know it."

"Do you know how strong I am?" I straightened up bluntly and slowly distanced myself from Itachi.

Unexpectedly, he hummed in a nonchalant manner.

I smiled sarcastically. I don't know how many human civilizations have been destroyed in my hands. Looking around the world, I don't seem to have been involved in anything. I even let Uchiha Shisui die in front of me.

I first felt disgusted that I was empathizing with humans, and then I became so angry that for a while I completely forgot about the threat the Sharingan posed to me.

"If you don't tell me, I will kill Danzo right now." I added at the end

"No matter what your purpose is, I have the power to destroy it all."

"Brother Zhisui, I want to give this to you before I die." The boy standing in the shadow took a step back and threw something like a letter to me. He calmed down his emotions very well and still looked calm, but I knew that he didn't It will feel better than mine.

He slammed the door shut, blocking out all the noise.

There were no extra marks on the surface of the letter. I suddenly became calm, as if the thin paper envelope in my hand had a body temperature that was slightly cold to me like a human being. I read it with hope or sadness.

Just a few paragraphs, each word is painful.

: "I know that you are actually a gentle child. Even though you have the power to destroy everything, you still didn't do that."

"Human beings are not as bad as you think. No matter what, I will never hurt you. I think you can face it with a cautious attitude instead of always being prejudiced. I know that your brother will preach like this." You will be unhappy, but I still want to tell you that there is not only one angle to observe things, you have to think about the problem from different perspectives."

"I'm more worried about you than Itachi and Sasuke. I know that you haven't fully integrated into your family yet, or to put it more seriously, you haven't fully felt the emotions of ordinary people. If I have the chance, I want to teach you slowly. you."

"Whether it's Konoha or Uchiha, they are all things I cherish, and protecting them is my special mission. So, Xiaobai, if you treat me as a friend, don't stop me."

White characters and black characters, Uchiha Shisui's handwriting was as gentle and serious as his person. When I raised my eyes again, I could no longer bear the sourness in my heart, and tears fell from my face drop by drop.

The pain in my heart told me that it was a feeling that I couldn't ignore no matter how much I didn't admit it. I saw that the large areas of blood red in my memory began to fade away like a tide to the bright and eerie color, replaced by some trivial warmth, or Sakura and me. I acted like a spoiled child, or I was fooling around with Shisui and Itachi, or I was panicking to avoid being chased by my mother.

My own warm feelings were revived at this moment. The warmth that I had not felt for thousands of years was condensed into a piece of paper full of care, leading me into a clear and beautiful world, no longer full of killings, no longer full of suspicion.

There are no arrogant gods in this world, only gentle human beings who make people want to cry. Even the sword of execution cannot pierce the heart. At this moment, they fell to the ground in defeat.

I clutched the letter in my hand and wiped the tears on my face carelessly. The anger in my heart completely disappeared. Very good, Uchiha Shisui, you won again.

But Danzo must die. I thought ferociously that Shisui-san's death could not be directly related to him, including his overly sinister demeanor. Sooner or later, Uchiha would also be mercilessly killed by him. erase.

Sitting blankly on the hospital bed, my mother rushed in and hugged me. Even through the warm cloth, I could feel the shivers from her body.

"Silly boy!"

She held my face in fear and looked left and right.

Mom raised her voice as if she wanted to scold me, probably because she saw my eyes were red, but in the end she just sighed.

I watched her busy in the ward without saying a word, and I swallowed my words to explain that my health was fine.

"Oh, by the way" she pushed a dessert bag into my hand

"This is what Itachi asked me to bring to you."

Seeing that I still didn't answer, he simply took out the contents and stuffed them into my hands.

In my hand is a bunch of round and cute three-color dumplings. This is one of the few hobbies that Itachi and I have in common. Shisui always dislikes it every time we eat it.

“What’s so delicious about something so sweet?”

I silently took a bite. The sweet aroma of glutinous rice filled my mouth, and it was still hot.

"Ahem? Xiaobai, don't cry."