I became Uchiha Sasuke's younger brother

Falcon knew that he was dreaming, and the rare sense of relaxation in his body meant that he finally no longer had to endure the ubiquitous sadness when sleeping. Perhaps for this reason, he had a dream for the first time.

He was in front of a long corridor, with blurry darkness in front and behind, and his instinct told him to go forward.

It was so quiet here, and the falcon walked slowly, but seemed to be unable to reach the end.

His breathing was extremely clear. Apart from this, there was only a sound like something sharp being inserted into the wall, very regularly.

Following the sound, the front gradually opened up.

What appeared in front of him was an arched door, with wood crisscrossed into a network, and a solid stone wall on top. It didn't look like a house, but like a prison.

There was thick darkness inside the door, where the source of the sound was.

Falcon stood outside and did not rush in. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand and knocked lightly.

"Boom boom boom——"

The sound echoed in the doorway, and the sharp sound stopped suddenly.

A rustling voice came from somewhere behind the door, and there was also a childish question.

"who is it?"

Before Falcon could answer, the voice said to itself: "It must be an illusion. Who would dare to come here?"

After saying that, the whole space became silent, even the slightest breathing sound disappeared, as if Falcon was the only one left here.

Falcon raised his hand and knocked again, and then without waiting for a reply, he bent down and got in through the mesh space.

He found it quite interesting. It was obviously his own dream, and there were others.

Once inside, the darkness slowly faded away. Although it was still unclear, I could at least make out the outline. After glancing around, Falcon found that he was right, this was a cave, and there were countless marks on the gray stone wall in front of him, as if someone had used a sharp object to vent his anger, and the holes and holes were formed. scratches.

A whimper came from the side

Falcon raised his eyebrows, turned his attention, and saw a small figure huddled in the corner, with white hair hanging down, his face buried deeply in his knees and arms, and his right hand tightly holding a white awl-like awl. Same thing.

He moved his steps and walked towards the man.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

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He didn't know why he was locked up here.

No one said that to him either.

There is no one else in his world, only long-lasting loneliness and the flickering candlelight outside the door.

[If there really is a god, please save me. 】

He prayed like this every day.

Time passed little by little, and the darkness became thicker and thicker day by day.

【Who can help me--】

【help me--】

he begged.

But no one will come, not God, not man.

He held the bones extracted from his body, but it seemed as if he was holding everything.

【dong dong dong】

He heard a sound, but it was not from him. He wanted to ask but remembered that no one would come, so it must be his imagination.

He fantasizes about someone coming to save him. It’s not the first time anyway.

He grinned, unable to help but laugh at himself.

So he gave up, and the voice sounded again, and a soft voice sounded in front of him.

【Who are you? Why here? 】

Someone is talking to him?

He raised his head blankly, and a person actually appeared in front of him.

Dark hair and eyes, fair and delicate face, with doubt on his face.

There was a light behind him, which pierced his eyes as he raised his head, but he looked at the man without blinking, his eyes stinging and his throat dry.

It's God!

It was God who came to save him!

He rushed over, wanting to hug him, but he was afraid that he would dislike him for being disrespectful, so he knelt down and gently held the corner of his clothes.

"I am Kaguya Kimimaro, God, have you come to save me?"

Uchiha Hayabusa: "?"

Falcon looked at the child who was carefully holding the corner of his clothes, and felt speechless. Did this child recognize him as a god? But Kimimaro? Do you still have names in your dreams? Falcon a little doubted whether this was a dream, but if it was not a dream, how did he come here?

These thoughts were swirling in his mind. On the surface, he just gently pulled back the corner of his clothes, then looked into his green eyes and smiled.

"Kimimaro, right? My name is Hayabusa, not a god~"

The gods smiled on him.

Kimimaro froze in place, watching his god speak to him gently. He finally realized that this was really not an illusion. In the past, he would not speak in his hallucinations. His eyes were sore and he wanted to cry and hug. But in fact, he just clenched the joints in his hands expressionlessly. Under the gaze of his god, he opened his mouth, but as if he couldn't make a sound, he repeated himself.

"Falcon?"

"Yes." Falcon got closer to him, took his hand and wrote on the ground, "That's how you read it. By the way, why are you here? Where is your family?"

His god held his hand, which was warm, soft, and small.

Kimimaro stared stiffly at the words that gradually appeared on the ground. His head was already dizzy, but he still answered all questions.

"I have no family, and I don't know why they locked me up here. They probably need my strength."

oh? strength?

Falcon looked at him. He had a delicate face under his white hair, and his grass-green eyes were lifeless and indifferent. If it weren't for the red eye shadow on his eyelids and the two red dots between his eyebrows, then his whole person would be... It's pale and insubstantial, but with the addition of bright red, it's like a blade wrapped in satin, with a hint of sharpness and danger.

"Why do I have to lock you up when I need your power? Shouldn't I be locking you up? There's something wrong." Hayabusa complained nonchalantly. He was playing with the white awl-like thing in his hand and sighed. "it's beautiful."

This thing had a warm feeling, like fine jade, but it was also very sharp. When he just wrote, he didn't use a lot of force, but it was easily inserted into the rock.

It doesn't feel like it's made, it feels like

"Do you like this? I have many more, all for you." Kimimaro looked at Falcon playing with his joints, and then praised him, the joy in his heart flooded him like sea water.

No one would ever call his bones beautiful, they would just insult them and stay away from them and be afraid of them.

So when Falcon raised his head, he saw the child in front of him beginning to extract bones from his body. A pale bone was pulled out of his slender forearm. No blood flowed out, only the sound of hard tearing and pulling, but it was incomparable. Weird.

Falcon looked at the bone knife that was exactly the same as the one in his hand, and seemed to understand something. Rarely, he fell silent.

The pale bones were respectfully raised in front of him. Kimimaro watched his reaction with a pair of pale green eyes, and his whole body tensed up.

Finally, when Kimimaro was about to retreat, Hayabusa picked it up. Just when he was about to take out the bone again, Hayabusa held down his hand.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

The soft voice echoed in his ears. Kimimaro looked at him and said, "It doesn't hurt." He had long been used to it.

"Okay, okay, but don't do it unless you are in danger. It's uncomfortable after all." Hayabusa put the two bone knives aside and sat across from him. "Is your last name Kaguya? I can watch it if possible. Can you give me your strength?"

Kimimaro sat across from him quietly, his hands clenched into fists on his knees, as if the warmth of his god that he had never touched remained in his hands.

"OK"

He nodded, but his eyes were bright, as if he was a little shy.

He stood up and walked not far away, his face that was still flushed suddenly became expressionless.

He put on a fighting stance and said coldly: "Shakebone Vein·Dance of Karamatsu"

With a stabbing sound, the falcon saw dozens of bones growing out of his body, like a hedgehog. The pale bones were sharp and sharp. He approached the rock wall and stabbed back with his elbow. It was like cutting into tofu and sinking into the rock wall. He pulled out and turned around, pointing his fingers forward.

"Bone Vein, Ten Finger Piercing"

Something like a projectile was launched, and with a few muffled sounds, Falcon saw several deep holes in the rock wall.

Is this his power? Chakra wasn't even used.

When Kimimaro was still trying to demonstrate, Hayabusa approached him and held down his arm. Kimimaro's white eyelashes trembled slightly, and he kept looking at Hayabusa, as if he was afraid that he would be disappointed.

"Kimimaro is so awesome." Hayabusa reached out and poked his face, and said with a smile, "It would be great if you were with me, so that we can play and go to school together."

Kimimaro's ears hidden in his white hair were red, but there was disappointment in his eyes. He knew that he couldn't get out.

"fine"

As if he hadn't heard anything, Falcon enthusiastically started giving him advice.

"Although I can't take you away, you can work your way out on your own. They locked you up because they were afraid of your strength. Then you work hard to become stronger, then kill them and find freedom! Or do you remember where you are? ?When I grow up, I will come to you."

"Yeah!" Kimimaro nodded towards Hayabusa, watching him keep talking, a pair of obsidian eyes staring at him with a smile, no rejection or disgust on his face, his attitude was natural and intimate, and in his heart Secretly made up his mind.

The god said he wanted to become stronger, and he would become stronger, and then go find him and follow him.

If he doesn't want him now, he must be too weak.

"By the way, Kimimaro, you gave me a gift and I'll give you a gift as well." Hayabusa took out the candy Itachi gave him, and then took the palm that Kimimaro had been holding tightly with his other hand. Putting it in his hand, "I don't have anything with me, so I can only give you candy first. I will give you something else if I come next time."

"Candy? What is it?" Kimimaro stared blankly at the delicate and small candy in his hand, feeling a little confused.

Falcon raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Don't you know?"

Kimimaro pursed his lips and shook his head.

"Okay." Hayabusa picked up the candy and peeled off the coat. Inside was a round, amber-colored hard candy. He picked it up and put it against Kimimaro's mouth. "This is orange-flavored candy~ It’s very sweet, open your mouth.”

Kimimaro opened his mouth obediently, and with a push from Hayabusa's fingertips, he pushed the round candy in. Looking at Kimimaro's eyes widening suddenly, he said with a smile, "It's very sweet, isn't it~"

There was a strange feeling on the tip of his tongue, which made him a little panicked. Kimimaro couldn't help but want to bite it into pieces, but because it was the first gift he received, he wanted to keep it for a while even if it was strange.

But his god said it was sweet.

"It's sweet."

Kimimaro looked at his god and answered seriously.

Falcon looked at him, and just as he was about to speak, there were shouts in his ears, and his intuition told him that it was time for him to leave.

So he looked at Kimimaro who had been looking at him and said, "Kimimaro, I have to leave~"

His god is leaving?

Kimimaro watched him stand up and walk outside. The panic in his heart made him involuntarily hold his hand tightly. He stumbled and begged: "Don't leave, I'm very useful."

Falcon looked at his green eyes full of panic, sighed, reached out and touched his soft white hair and comforted: "I will come again, Kimimaro, don't cry. If I don't come, you can come to Mu Ye is looking for me, my name is Falcon, do you know?"

Kimimaro was trembling all over, tears falling drop by drop, he was sobbing but couldn't say anything to save him.

Hayabusa stepped forward and hugged Kimimaro. When their necks met, Hayabusa gently patted his back to comfort him. The touch of his hands was thin and thin, and his cold body was like a corpse.

The warm embrace that he had never felt before made Kimimaro lose his mind, as if the confusion in his heart was suddenly dispelled, and the emptiness that he had always felt sank to the bottom.

He hugged his god back tightly.

Konoha?

Kimimaro returned to the corner and drank the candy in his mouth. He curled up, as if he could preserve the warmth of the falcon. A pair of light green eyes stared deeply into the darkness not far away. Scratches on the ground.

Then he took out a bone knife from himself.

Imitate on the ground.

His god is in Konoha.