Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

night.

Heavy rain.

Itachi, who had just turned nine, stood under the eaves and looked at the dark skyline.

He was a little lost.

It has been half a year since I came to this world, and I still haven't heard any news about Konoha, and even ninjas have long since disappeared into history in this country called Japan.

Everything I knew in the past is like a fantasy in today's world. The past eight years have been like a dream.

Waking up now.

Itachi had to admit that this was a world without Konoha and ninjutsu.

"It's another year." Itachi stretched out his hand, and the raindrops bloomed into flowers in his palm, and then his brows tightened, and the spray was frozen in the air, trembling slightly.

This is the power from the ninja world, Chakra.

"Itachi, it's time to eat." A hoarse voice.

"Understood." Itachi moved when he heard the sound, and the stagnant and trembling rain fell instantly.

Pushing open the door and entering, Yingyan is an old man wearing a tengu mask and a blue haori kimono.

Lin Taki left the next time.

"Grandpa Lintaki." Itachi greeted with a smile.

After the porch is the hall, a brown log dining table is filled with sumptuous dinners.

A young man with dark red hair and wearing an Ichimatsu pattern haori is working hard with his legs crossed.

"I'm very motivated today." Itachi sat down cross-legged and looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.

"Tanjiro!" Nintaki Sakonji stood at the entrance with a gloomy expression.

"What's wrong, sensei?" Tanjiro burped.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for Itachi to come before you eat? Why did you start eating without me noticing!" Nedaki Sakonji grabbed Tanjiro's earlobe and scolded, "And you look so ugly when you eat!"

"Teacher, you said you wanted to reward me, but I split such a huge boulder!" Tanjiro retorted.

"I want to reward you, but today is Itachi's birthday!" Ningtaki Sakonji was angry.

Tanjiro was startled, and immediately lowered his head.

"The teacher didn't tell you earlier on such an important day."

"Don't you want to give Itachi a surprise?"

"It's okay, it's just my birthday, no big deal." Itachi scratched his head and said nonchalantly.

When he was still in Konoha, he never cared about such things as birthdays. He didn't have any expectations or joy. On the contrary, he was very afraid of that day.

Because every day he is always alone.

Itachi has almost no friends, and the Uchiha race is a symbol of evil and terror in Konoha.

No child is willing to be with him. As for the father, he only cares about his strength and happiness, and doesn't care at all.

"Let's eat." Itachi smiled and lowered his head.

"I'm so sorry, Itachi, I didn't know today was your birthday." Tanjiro lowered his head with a self-reproaching tone, then raised his head again and smiled.

"Happy birthday, Itachi."

Itachi suddenly froze.

Very few people said this to him, and sometimes it was just a cold and perfunctory remark.

"Itachi, aren't you angry anymore? I'm so sorry. It's all my fault for my greedy mouth! Today is your birthday, but don't let me ruin your good mood!" Tanjiro was in a mess.

"Itachi, are you okay?" Sakonji Nedaki stood in front of Itachi, who seemed to be stimulated by something and remained motionless.

"It's okay...I'm okay." Itachi lowered his head, his voice trembling.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault." Tanjiro went crazy.

"Are you missing your family?" Rinaki Zuojin leaned down for the first time.

"I have been inquiring about Konoha you said all the time. If there is any news, I will tell you as soon as possible. Today is your birthday, so be happy." Zuo Rinaki patted Itachi's shoulder for the last time, wrinkling The stacked faces put on a warm smile.

"Happy birthday, Itachi."

"Thank you... thank you." Itachi's voice was choked with tears.

He slowly raised his head, with two tears scattered on his young face, and above the tears was a bright smile.

......

The first day of nine years old.

The morning sun shines through the window, and the world is full of birds and swallows.

Itachi sat on the head of the bed with his head down, holding Konoha's forehead guard in his hand.

That is the symbol of the ninja.

After coming to this world, Itachi has kept it safe.

The door of the room was slightly opened, and the conversation between Tanjirou and Ryodaki Sakon fell in his ears along with the wind.

"I said that if you can cut the boulder, I will let you participate in the final selection. Naturally, I will not contradict this, but I want to ask you one last time. Have you really decided?"

"Once you take this step, there is no turning back." Lin Taki Zuo Jinji's voice sounded very serious.

"Well! I won't regret it, teacher!"

"In order to save Nezuko and even defeat Muzan, I must do this!" Tanjiro said firmly.

"Tanjiro, I have nothing to say, you are an excellent boy, after the final selection, come back alive!"

"I will wait for your return with Itachi and Nezuko."

.....

Itachi looked at himself through the bronze mirror on the table. He had short black hair and exquisite facial features, which came from his father's tear grooves, and he was still childish.

They come, the security.

In any case, he can't go back to the ninja world for the time being. What he should do now is to try his best to get in touch with powerful organizations in this world and get more useful information.

about this world.

Ryotaki Zuo talked to him a lot recently.

This is not a world as peaceful as it appears on the surface. During the day, the people live and work in peace and contentment, but as soon as the sun goes down, a terrifying monster that eats people will emerge and cause trouble everywhere.

It has been uninterrupted for hundreds of years.

And this kind of monster is called "ghost" by them.

Where there is evil, there must be good, and an organization with the purpose of killing ghosts came into being.

Ghost Squad.

An organization that has been passed down from the Warring States to the present, has a deep enough heritage for 400 years of weathering.

This is Itachi's goal.

There is a prerequisite for joining it, you must pass the final selection assessment, and only swordsmen who have been recommended by educators are eligible to participate.

Zuo Rinaki was such an educator recently.

"It should be fine." He muttered to himself.

Since he came to this world half a year ago, he has never stopped training in taijutsu, ninjutsu and eye power. Now he thinks that he has reached a level close to that of an average jounin.

Itachi took care of himself meticulously, and then tightly fastened the Konoha forehead guard, which symbolized the identity of a ninja.

"Grandpa Lintaki, I also want to participate in the final selection."

Amid the unimaginable expressions of Rinaki Sakonji and Tanjiro, Itachi slowly walked out of the room, and the head-on breeze lifted the hair scattered on the forehead, and the light hit the forehead, shining brightly.

"Itachi, this is no joke. You are only a nine-year-old child. Stop making trouble. Grandpa will play with you later." Sakonji Ningtaki rubbed Itachi's head.

"Yes, yes, such a dangerous thing is not something a child can do." Tanjiro lowered his body and smiled slightly. "It's better to stay at home and wait for me to come back, Itachi."

"Tanjiro, he has gone through two years of painful training before he is barely qualified for this job. You are still too young, only nine years old. There will be many opportunities in the future." Nintaki Sakonji was very kind.

"I split such a huge boulder, you know," Tanjiro gestured, trying to draw a circle with both hands, "It's so big!"

He wanted Itachi to retreat.

"Is it possible to participate in the final selection as long as you split the boulder?" Itachi asked, with an expression that seemed to be asking if he just had to eat this roast chicken?

Just don't be too embarrassed!

"It's such a big rock, it's so big! It needs to be split with a knife!" Tanjiro explained.

In his opinion, Itachi didn't seem to understand the difficulty of this matter.

"I know." Itachi nodded.

"Grandpa Nintaki, can you just split the rock like Brother Tanjiro?" He looked at Nintaki Sakonji, whose head was covered with black lines.

"Theoretically, that's the case, but let's forget it." Ninataki Sakonji smiled dryly. No one would believe that a nine-year-old child could split a boulder.

In his opinion, Itachi might not even be able to hold a knife for long.

"I want to try." Itachi insisted.

"Okay." Lin Taki Zuo Jin times helpless.