Naruto: I take the system through time

The loneliness and courage in our youth left our soles full of thorns and our eyes stained with mist. Gorgeous words, sincere words, and tough measures cannot erase the courage in a young man's heart.

There are always people who want to criticize you from the moral high ground, there are always people who want to use force to oppress you, there are always people who will ask why you don't eat minced meat. They use their own shackles to restrain you, but they never ask you whether you cry when you give up your ideals. It is difficult for people in the game to see. The whole picture, and how do outsiders accuse you?

The blood of his companions still remained on Sasuke's fingertips, and the strong smell of blood rushed into his nose, causing his only sanity to be impacted again.

"Roar!"

A drop of clear tears fell in Sasuke's eyes. Konoha, Sasuke's former home, from now on, yesterday can't be left behind. Today is full of worries. Sasuke is no longer a ninja of Konoha. He must follow his heart and use his strength. As an anchor, he was not afraid of other people's eyes and threw himself into Orochimaru's camp.

Huge earth-brown flesh wings wrapped Sasuke, breaking through numerous obstacles and arriving at a barren land.

This is the border of the Land of Fire. Sasuke embarks on a journey, wandering towards a foreign land, following the guidance of the curse seal to a no-man's land.

In the forest, a tall and slender figure stood, with a vague hesitation in his eyes, and the fallen leaves falling on his shoulders did not attract his attention.

Kisame Kisaki slowed down and his eyes fell on Itachi's shoulder. He wanted to reach out and brush away the fallen leaves, but he stopped inexplicably.

The sun shone on Itachi's smooth and three-dimensional side face, and there was a faint dark green under his narrow eyelids. He was as holy and solemn as a god, making people afraid to approach him, as if the mere presence of a mortal being contaminating him was a violation and an obscenity.

Itachi was silent. He turned sideways for countless bright moonlit nights, unable to sleep. He was precocious, born into a prominent family that could threaten Konoha, and was a genius who was chased by God to feed him. This status was destined for Itachi. This life is extraordinary.

Extraordinary, he slaughtered the whole family on a bright moonlit night, carrying the lives of the entire clan on his shoulders.

Witness, think, practice.

Itachi has lived like this all his life, and he has never regretted the decisions he made. But after so many years, he once again saw that face that was similar to his but slightly childish. Itachi felt a little shaken in his heart and began to rethink his previous decision.

Is it right to exchange the lives of a clan for the peace of the village?If sacrificing a small number of innocent people in exchange for overall peace is the optimal solution, then who can decide who belongs to those few people.

A small number of people are always at a disadvantage, and the ruling class always occupies the high ground. A small number of people have no right to speak out. Their actions to resist injustice become weapons that endanger peace. Their cries of blood become noises that disturb the tranquility. They become victims, and the ruling group Use superb skills to whitewash the ugliness and create an intoxicating illusion.

In the eyes of the Konoha ruling group, the Uchiha clan has always been a thorn in the side of Konoha's stability. Even if they have done nothing, they are being speculated with the deepest malicious intent because of this surname. There has never been an Uchiha clan in the top leadership of Konoha. members, because they want to unite to deal with this ancient and famous family.

The leaves rustle, the birds chirp, and the forest exudes a decadent silence.

Kisame Kisaki's eyes were filled with admiration, and his lips clasped together as he said, "Mr. Itachi, tonight is the period when Konoha's manpower is at its weakest. Capturing the Nine-Tails Jinchuuriki is like searching for something. Let's continue on our way."

"Ah."

Itachi faintly came out with a syllable from his nose, facing the light, he raised his feet and moved forward.

Just as his footsteps were about to land, Itachi suddenly paused, a hint of displeasure rising in his eyes.

The illusion he planted in the minds of the four sound ninjas disappeared. This illusion was the protection Itachi left for Sasuke. The illusion was hidden in the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness of the four sound ninjas. When Sasuke encountered something unexpected, they would be affected by the illusion. Control, even if it turns into ashes, he will fight to the death to protect Sasuke.

Now that the genjutsu disappeared, it meant that all four of them had died. Itachi's heart was high again, eager to know if Sasuke was alive now.

The cause years ago, the consequences years later, there is no turning back from the path Itachi chose, and the broken brotherhood can no longer be reunited. He stands in the dark, but his heart is toward the light.

Veins bulged on the back of Itachi's pale hands, his fingers were balled up under the wide cuffs, and he strode away from here.

"Mr. Itachi always shows his emotions inadvertently when approaching Konoha. At this time, he is more like a living person, rather than a tool to complete tasks and a machine to make decisions.

It seems that even the most ruthless person on the surface will take off his disguise and return to his true nature in a place he is familiar with. "

Kisame Kisame raised an imperceptible smile, looked at Itachi's retreating back and whispered.

Konoha is brightly lit at night, and there are rows of houses along the street. The streets are filled with laughter and laughter. Adults are holding children in front of oden stalls, watching the stall owner put small skewers with an alluring aroma into paper cups. , and finally scoop up a spoonful of dark yellow soup to soak the skewers. This scene is full of fireworks.

"Mr. Itachi, we have been sleeping outdoors for a long time. Now let's sit down and eat some hot food to warm our stomachs."

"Okay, let's go to Ichiraku Ramen House."

"Is this the noodle shop that Mr. Itachi often went to? It must taste very good if Mr. Itachi likes it."

Kisame Mikaki followed Itachi into a ramen shop. He raised his head and looked at the decorations inside. The noodle shop was not big, only about ten square meters. When entering the shop, there was a row of five-seater wooden bar for diners to enjoy. The inside of the ramen is where the chef cooks. The thick soup stock is stirred with a long ladle, and white mist rises. The steam turns the chef's cheeks red.

The master chef was highly skilled, and his movements of kneading, tossing, and cooking the noodles were smooth and smooth, with nothing superfluous. Soon, two bowls of piping hot ramen were served to the table.

"Two, please use it slowly!"

"Thank you."

Dried Kakisame Kisame was not like a terrorist who came to Konoha to carry out sabotage activities, but rather like a polite tourist who came from afar, sharing authentic street food with Itachi in the evening when night fell.

Just when their bowls were about to reach the bottom, the curtain at the door was opened by an old hand. He took off his Hokage hat and slowly sat down next to Itachi.

"A bowl of extra thick pork tonkotsu noodles with extra seaweed."

"Okay, I remember all Hokage-sama's preferences!"

Ichiraku had just finished fishing for noodles and rested, and now he was busy again.

There was only the sound of rolling noodles in the ramen restaurant. No one spoke, and it seemed extremely quiet.

Hiruzen stood up, his neck slightly bent forward, his back a little stooped, showing his old look and walked behind Itachi and Kisame Kisame.

There was no expression on Itachi's face. He just picked up the bowl and swallowed the last mouthful of soup with his Adam's apple sliding. Kisame's hand holding the bamboo chopsticks stopped moving, his eyes turned back diagonally, and his fingers gradually tightened.

“Here comes the pork tonkotsu noodles with extra seaweed!”

Ichiraku showed his white teeth, wrinkled a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and walked towards the bar with a smile on his face while holding ramen.

"Hey, this noodles cooks really fast.

Ichiraku, these two customers looked unfamiliar to me, and I was afraid that they were tourists from other villages, so I cooked two bowls of ramen for them. As a treat, I fulfilled my duty as a landlord. "