Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Shimura Musashi saw the marks on Shimura Kazumi's neck. After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly laughed.

Kamui frowned and looked at him. He felt that Shimura Musashi's laughter was so captivating that the hairs on his body almost stood up.

"why are you laughing?"

Shimura Musashi stretched out his fingers and gently touched the marks on Shimura Kazumi's neck, and said: "She is not a ninja and does not know ninjutsu. The education she received since she was a child is how to be a qualified ninja wife, that's all."

Kamui listened with some confusion and heard him continue: "Now it seems that this is wrong. If she had been taught how to become an outstanding ninja since she was a child, maybe her destiny would have changed."

If she becomes an excellent ninja, then her world will be a battlefield just like a man's.

Fight for the family, fight for the employer, and later, maybe fight for the village.

She doesn't have to be confined to a small world just to be someone's wife.

If she becomes a ninja and knows ninjutsu and taijutsu, then even if she cannot always do things like men, she can still protect herself when danger comes.

At least she has the ability to resist when faced with this forced relationship between men and women.

Having finished what needed to be explained, Kamui moved his limbs that were soothed and stood up from the cushion.

Shimura Musashi was caught up in the memory of his sister, and he was out of place here.

Kamui climbed through the window and walked away, deliberately avoiding the night watchman and easily leaving the Shimura clan.

After the aura of Kamui completely disappeared from his home, the sadness on Shimura Musashi's face also disappeared.

He took a sad look at the people on the ground and knelt down heavily.

"He Mei," just like every time he called his sister's name in the past, he was gentle and loving, but his eyes gradually became cold and fierce.

He said: "The two of us have had the best relationship since childhood, so please help my brother one last time, and I will avenge you."

There was no moonlight in the dark night, and not even the scattered stars could be seen.

When walking outside, what you rely on is not the light, but the snow that has not yet melted.

The white snow illuminated the road for Shimura Musashi. The road he had walked countless times became clear under the reflection of the white snow.

The clan leader's mansion fell into a deep sleep like everyone else in the clan's land. No one was keeping watch, so naturally no one noticed the intruder.

He openly carried Shimura Kazumi's body through the corridor and came to his uncle's bedroom.

Shimura Kazumi's mother died of illness a few years ago, and her father never remarried and has been living alone for several years.

Now, Shimura Musashi opened the door and walked in without any worries. Paper doors were opened one after another, all the way to the inside.

Although Shimura Kazuki was old, his alertness as a ninja made him wake up when Shimura Musashi passed through the second door.

When Shimura Musashi opened the last door of the dormitory, what he saw was Shimura Kazuki sitting up from the quilt wearing a robe.

Shimura Kazuki looked over by candlelight, and his previous doubts turned into shock because of the person Shimura Musashi was holding in his arms.

The weather-beaten face suddenly became distorted when he saw the man's clothes.

He slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch it from a distance, but when Shimura Musashi stepped closer, he hurriedly took it back. He seemed to have a vague idea of ​​what was going on in his heart, but he was lucky enough to think I thought wrongly.

"What's going on? This, this is Hemi, right?"

Shimura Musashi looked at him coldly, and nodded after a long time.

Shimura Hehui was feeling bad. He looked at his daughter who was slowly placed on the ground by Shimura Musashi, and then at the stiff and gloomy Shimura Musashi. He didn't know where to start if he wanted to ask.

In the end, I just asked repeatedly what happened?

"It was fine a few days ago, why, how come..." He tried to touch his daughter's face with trembling hands, but when he saw the marks on her neck, his hands were shaking and he didn't know where to go.

At this moment, Shimura Musashi was only as wide as a corpse on the ground from Shimura Kazuki. He saw his always majestic uncle showing his helplessness in front of him for the first time. Shimura Kazuki, who lost his only daughter in his later years, did not deserve sympathy in his eyes. , even a little pitiful.

The hands in his sleeves clenched and unclenched unconsciously, and Shimura Musashi's determination wavered several times at this moment.

"Do you regret it?" he asked.

The only sound in the quiet room was Shimura Kazuki's rapid breathing due to anger and distress. He raised his head with some confusion, wondering about Shimura Musashi's question.

This guy who grew up with his daughter could actually be so calm when facing the body of his beloved sister, which made Shimura Kazuki a little confused about him.

Shimura Musashi looked directly at Shimura and Fai, their eyes collided, and the gloomy coldness was conveyed to the other party.

He asked again, "Now, looking at Kazumi's body, do you regret it?"

The word regret has never appeared in Shimura Kazuki's dictionary. Rather than regret, he felt more distressed and angry.

He was right about the marriage, but why did his daughter, who was supposed to be in Daming Mansion, turn into a corpse and return home.

"What happened? Who brought Kazumi back, you?"

"..."

Shimura Musashi's silence was acquiescence in Shimura Kazuki's eyes, and the next second, a loud slap hit his face.

"Do you know what you are doing? Where is the Daimyo? Over there..."

"The daimyo is dead," he looked at Shimura Kazuki and said coldly, "I killed him."

Compared with the death of his daughter, the latter was obviously more shocking to him, but after the shock, he immediately grabbed Shimura Musashi's wrist, lowered his voice and asked eagerly, "Does anyone know that you did it? Have you been seen?"

Shimura Musashi frowned, "Don't you pay attention to how Kazumi died?"

Shimura Kazuki obviously had no extra energy to pay attention to this. A panicked expression spread on his face, and he muttered something.

If you listen carefully, they are all calculating how to avoid harm.

"If you could follow my advice and join the village founded by Senju and Uchiha, Kazumi wouldn't have to die. Don't you regret it at all now?"

"Shut up!" Shimura Kazuki looked at him as if he were looking at a puddle of mud that couldn't hold up the wall.

His index finger pointed at Shimura Musashi again and again, his cloudy eyes full of anger and disappointment.

"I know that you brother and sister have a very good relationship, but this is not the reason for you to go to Daming Mansion to cause trouble. Kazumi is my daughter. Of course I love her, but she is a member of the Shimura clan and has the consciousness of being born to dedicate herself to the family."

Shimura Musashi was very dissatisfied and stared at his uncle with stubborn resentment.

"There is no essential difference between the dedication of such a marriage and those who fight for the family on the battlefield, but look at what you have done!"

The relationships he worked hard to maintain and the family honor he valued most could all be destroyed because of this guy.

"Doesn't it matter if he kills Kazumi? Doesn't it matter if Kazumi dies on the first night after the past...?" The words don't need to be too straightforward, but this already explains the general situation.

Shimura Kazuki is not an unexperienced young man. He knows everything he should know at this age. He has also heard about some people's weird habits. Just looking at the marks on his daughter's neck, he can understand Guess the cause of death.

His heart ached as if it was being pulled. The daughter he had cherished and grown up ended up in such an end. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel sad.

But he is the leader of the Shimura clan, and he has to think about his family first before his own daughter.

Faced with Shimura Musashi's questioning, he was speechless for a long time.

I couldn't express my heartache openly, so I could only brainwash myself over and over again with a strong view of the overall situation.

These words were what Shimura Musashi understood but didn't want to hear. The extremely sharp kunai fell from his sleeve into his hand, and then, while the other party lowered his head in grief, he inserted it into Shimura Kazuki's heart without any further hesitation.