[Naruto] Can one still die without the Sharingan?

The feeling of strategizing with chess pieces in hand is amazing. I don’t know how many people are addicted to this and can’t extricate themselves. In this regard, he felt that he should be a severe patient. However, he prefers Go to shogi and chess, because in his eyes, every chess piece has no distinction between high and low. Only by letting every move and every chess piece play its maximum value can he be able to achieve success. Satisfactory situation.

After all, he is enough for the "jade" that needs to be protected by the chess pieces.

"Na? Na na? Na! Do you want it to be like this? It's like this every time, every time!"

The noisy voice came again. The man picked his ears and smiled but did not answer.

"Even this reaction is the same... Do you look down on me? Do you look down on me?" He seemed to be about to cry. He stood up and put his palm on the table, pretending to be very imposing.

However, given that he is about the same height when standing up as when sitting on a chair, even if he pretends, he can't pretend to be anywhere.

"Vishnu!!"

"Tsk, did I tell you not to call me that."

"You finally, you finally reacted! Hahahaha!!" The boy smiled and clapped his hands, and suddenly came over again, "Now, so, why on earth don't you want me to call you that? Vishnu is not good Really? He is the sun god."

"..."

"Or do you want to change someone? Who do you want to change to? Brahma? You don't have a daughter." The boy raised his fingers, "Naga? Garuda? Kinnara? Gandharva? No, these few Compared with that one, he is as low as dust. So...it's Shiva?"

"..."

"No way, no way, not really, right! Shiva!"

The boy came closer, his big face almost piercing the man's eyes.

"Do you want to dance and destroy the world, or... do you want to get married, huh?"

"..."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The boy made a fist with his right hand and smashed it into the palm of his left hand. He liked this action very much recently, "Hey! You brought back a boy recently, right!!"

"He ran away! You caught him again! And then you didn't kill him yet!"

The more the boy talked, the more excited he became, as if he had really found some shocking secret. His eyes widened, he jumped up and down with excitement, and kept mumbling, "I understand."

"I understand, I understand, I understand!!!" He cheered and ran out, "It's Parvati! Parvati is here! Parvati is here!!!"

As for the smiling man, his face darkened when he was excitedly talking about the boy. He silently grabbed the boy's collar.

"Let me go, I'm going... Wow! What's your expression?!" The boy yelled even louder, "So you can't stop laughing!"

Hearing this sentence, the man raised the corners of his mouth again, slowly, as if there was a weight hanging there. But his voice was still calm, without any waves.

"So, what were you trying to say in the first place?"

"Eh? Uh... I started... Oh! I want to say, can't you let me go! You kill me to death every time, can you let me win once!"

The action of tapping the left hand with the right hand appeared again, but the boy reacted immediately. He broke free and pointed at the man's nose and shouted:

"Don't change the subject for me!"

"If you want to win, don't ask me to fight with you."

The man stood up, looked at the mottled white chessboard, and smiled again.

"I told you not to change the subject!!"

"Ah, ah. I just think this kind of role-playing is boring, especially playing with you."

At some point, a few hairs ran out from behind the ears, swaying with the wind blowing in from the window, and hit the person's face and eyes. Fuzzy and itchy.

The rising sun brings today's sunshine. They scatter on the ground, on the window sill, and on the man's body, stretching his shadow long. The shadow raised his right hand, brushed it against his ear, but did not put it down.

"I never have to play God..."

This whisper, which seemed like a devil's, actually made the excited boy quiet down. But that was only a moment, and the boy's mind was still spinning very quickly.

"No...no, no, no! You are still changing the subject. Boy! I mean that boy!"

"Boy..." He held up his face, smiling and bathing in the sunshine, "Boy, I can use him."

"Huh? Useful?"

"Ah."

"..."

"It's almost time."

"what?"