Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

On the devastated land.

Gradually there were cries.

Scattered figures sat slumped among the ruins.

Or bemoan the displacement.

Or cry and howl between yin and yang.

Such a fierce battle.

It's almost impossible not to hurt innocent people.

The wind was blowing rustlingly.

Sadness filled the air.

Itachi galloped out of the night with the thin skylight on his back.

All the tragedies fell into his eyes.

Ruins...death...wailing...

For an instant.

He seemed to be pulled back to the Second Ninja War.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood surged surging.

Itachi closed his eyes.

Let out a long breath.

soon.

He landed lightly.

The lingering clone also dissipated at the same time.

Itachi's eyes wandered among the broken walls.

Searching for Tanjiro and Nezuko.

Although there is a memory of avatar observation.

But this area has been completely beaten to pieces.

Basically illegible.

Soon.

On a half-collapsed building.

Itachi spotted Tanjirou.

A few bounces.

come to him.

Tanjiro had completely passed out.

There was blood all over his body.

But his posture is still so upright.

Leaning on a long knife covered with brown scars.

Head bowed.

Get down on one knee.

Against this ruined wall.

There was a strong chill.

Itachi simply observed his physical condition.

Internal bleeding.

Multiple fractures.

Extensive contusion of soft tissue.

In short.

Miserable.

It can even be said that it is a miracle to be alive!

Itachi frowned.

With a faint light in his hands, he performed simple treatment for Tanjiro and stabilized his vital signs.

Immediately.

He carefully straightened Tanjirou's body.

Walking on thin ice.

Avoid causing secondary damage.

After doing all this.

The weasel called the crow.

Send a letter to Butterfly Ninja.

There should be nothing serious about Nezuko. As a ghost, she has a very strong recovery ability. Even if half of her blood is evaporated, she will only fall into a coma due to excessive fatigue.

Now she is being taken care of by that girl Hoshino Aya.

Across the heavy night.

Itachi stared at the sickle-like waning moon.

The cool moonlight fell on his dark eyes.

Stir up a fog.

......

Sandalwood diffuses in the resplendent and magnificent hall.

Song Shanye, who fled back in embarrassment, was standing on the blood-colored long blanket at the moment.

Head bowed.

Panic.

There are few voices around.

Quiet is scary.

And over time.

Matsuyama was also getting more and more afraid.

The whole person trembled.

"So...you escaped?"

muted voice.

When it fell into Matsuyama's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue.

His pupils contracted.

In a panic, he knelt down and bowed down.

"Please give me another chance! Master Tong Mo!"

The end of the long bloody blanket.

Tong Mo with colorful pupils was still lazily sitting on the gilt seat.

Hold your head.

Looking down at Matsuyama indifferently.

"You seem to be very afraid of death."

"No...I didn't..." Matsuyama Ye shook his head desperately.

"Then why run away?"

"I...I..." Matsuyama Ye said incoherently.

escape?

Why run away?

He thought of the brutal battle again.

Nezuko's horrifying face engraved with immortality was greatly enlarged in his eyes.

A fear engraved in the bone marrow.

Unconsciously.

Matsuyama shuddered fiercely.

As Twelve Ghost Moons, he was so cowardly.

What a shame!

"Don't forget what your purpose of living is."

"The subordinates have always been clear!" Song Shanye quickly expressed his determination.

"That's all."

"Let's not worry about that kid if he can't kill him."

"But when the road to hell is opened...you must not be afraid of death!"

Tong Mo's indifferent voice turned out to be a bit vicious in the end.

Bang bang bang!

Matsuyama knocked his head loudly.

Seeing that he was about to bleed out.

"Don't pollute my hall."

Tong Mo frowned.

Matsuyama quickly stopped.

"Don't go to the government building, stay with me until the road to the underworld is completed, your life is now more precious than mine." Tong Mo said some thought-provoking words.

Matsuyama nodded with gloomy eyes.

From the moment he fell into a ghost.

He was doomed.

as a sacrifice.

Die for the end.

......

Ferret.

Doppelgänger Weasel.

At this moment, he was struggling to advance along the narrow and dark tunnel.

In a stuffy environment.

The pungent smell of sweat permeates the air.

There are ashesy faces coming and going.

Obviously, the flow of people is like weaving.

But I can't see any anger.

It seems that this is a road leading to the underworld.

The tunnel is extremely long.

Enough to go up to a thousand meters.

At intervals there will be plinths supported by logs.

And a dimly lit miner's lamp.

Standing amidst the scattered dust and smoke.

There was a constant sound of hammering in my ears.

The more in-depth.

The more intense.

"Have you heard? Yesterday Murata... was that young man."

"What's up with him?"

Two miners were whispering at a pedestal ten meters away.

Itachi slowed down.

Earn everything.

"crazy!"

"How is it possible? Are you kidding me! Isn't that kid always optimistic?"

"I don't believe it either! But it's the fact. I bumped into him yesterday, and he was talking about monsters...eggs of gods...the end of the world and so on."

"And even so, the supervisor didn't intend to let him go, and now he's digging holes in it." The man said again.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! You are really crazy! Even a child as optimistic as Murata is driven crazy!"

The conversation stopped abruptly at this moment.

Itachi in the form of Sergeant Seto walked past them.

The two immediately lowered their heads.

Dare not have any complaints.

Wait until it's gone.

It was he who spat hard.

Pooh! !

Itachi naturally heard clearly.

But he didn't care.

Continue to go deep into this tunnel that does not know day and night.

About 200 meters away.

Under the flickering miner's lamp.

A young man with a nervous and disheveled face was breaking the circuit, and the whole tunnel flickered with his movements.

The wind blows from unknown depths.

Surging in this narrow and deep tunnel.

For a moment.

The ferret is like facing an abyss.

The unknown road ahead is like the esophagus of a terrible monster.

It was roaring silently.

dragging them.

To devour them bit by bit!

"Murata!"

"Be honest with me!"

"Egg! In the darkness...I saw the egg wrapped in blood...It is resurrecting...It is resurrecting!!"

The guy named Murata was supported by two men who were also miners.

The latter struggled desperately.

He spit out crazy remarks in panic.

then laughed again

"Hahahahahaha!!"

Itachi looked serious.

Scene after scene intertwined in front of my eyes.

Heavy fog.

......

Kendo Hall.

Under the nameplate with the word 'sea' in blue.

Nagasawa Shinichi sat cross-legged in disbelief.

Aya Hoshino's words echoed in his ears.

"Liar!"

"Grandpa is a big liar!"

"Just like Brother Yuanhai said, he is a coward!"

Beads in every word.

It cut his heart like a knife.

Ugh--

Nagasawa Shinichi let out a long breath.

Eyelid drooping.

Thoughts are like a sea.

Everything from the past came like snowflakes.