Naruto's caged bird

(I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or I deliberately arranged “Chapter 18” of Hell. Please () read the most complete! The fastest updated novel!)

There is nothing superfluous in the dark ancestral hall, only the memorial tablets of ancestors who have made "significant contributions" to the Hyuga clan are displayed here. And, the withered shadows of the walking dead like zombies. However, it seems that there is no such thing as a "gravekeeper" in the world of ninjas?

"Cough cough, cough cough, ugh~!!" The withered figure vomited on the slippery ground, then continued walking while stroking the black wall, and the clogs under his feet made waves of "sticky" sounds. "The sound.

Click, click~~! !

The light became dim the moment it entered the tunnel.

Hizashi followed the body in front, keeping his distance. At this time, he was the first in the line of Hinata's "separated" children.

"Click, click!!" Every step he took was evenly stepped on the dark stone surface, but it always made people feel as if they were about to fall to the ground with a "clang".

In this empty secret room made of black rock, the sound of clogs that makes people's hearts beat frequently is left in the mind.

The harmonious and pure Hinata actually has this inexplicable "black zone"?

Following that sound, Hizashi always felt as if he had heard this harsh, restless sound before.

Click click click~~, touching the heartstrings.

"Hoo~ho~~ho~~~!!"

Behind him, the children of the same age began to make various gasping sounds, echoing back and forth in the sealed tunnel. After the longer and longer exhalation sound, there was no sound of inhalation.

This dark and depressing atmosphere is particularly frightening for children who should be hiding in their parents' arms. Even if teenagers of the same age are walking together, they can't resist the acceleration of their heartbeat and the obvious expansion of their lungs.

at the corner?

A door.

All the clicking sounds stopped before the door opened, and all the breathing and murmurs also stopped. However, the beating sound of the heart was extremely clear at this moment, and even the many rapid frequencies made the tunnel noisy at this time.

Behind him, the little girl who had been following him closely with her head lowered bumped into him with her eyes closed, her body temperature was freezing.

Hizashi was refreshed by the impact, and then saw the black door along the front open in an instant.

A disgusting smell that I had never smelled before hit my face. However, at least there were no howling ghosts and gods like in the movie "The Mummy". There was only the smell of moisture and corrosion, as well as the strong smell of potion! !

For the rest of the journey, she tightly grasped the hem of Hizashi's clothes and walked behind her. Sometimes it trembles, sometimes it pulls twice.

Until a strange instruction came to my ears...

"come here."

The boy woke up suddenly, as if he had been dreaming just now?

This depressing environment actually made me not clear-headed. At that sound, I felt like I was being violently tugged, and my heartbeat was also twitched.

Hizashi came back to his senses and looked at the waning family elders in front of him.

It seems that I have seen their faces a long time ago, but I can't remember them.

The pair of white eyes that stared at him as he was old and yellow showed an indescribable turbidity, containing a lot of impurities like the air here. In addition, they still have a cold face. Like the faces of wax figures that I have seen several times before, their faces seem to crack and fall off if they smile.

Hizashi couldn't understand why Hinata's white eyes were so pure, but their faces were so muddy and yellow. Like, like the liquid flowing from a suppurating wound, it looks yellow and uncomfortable.

They became busy, their figures rigidly repeating the actions they had been accustomed to for many years. Even turning a corner is so rigid and follows the same steps - turn your head, turn around, turn your legs and step on it with "click~".

Looking at the young man standing in front of him who was looking at him carefully, "Hyugaro" flipped through the roster in his hand and compared it.

"Hyuga Hizashi, um~ it's you."

"Lie down."

"~~~~" Hizashi looked at the chopping board in front of him that looked like an operating table, but was dark.

Has this moment finally arrived?

"Hmph" Hizashi smiled, smiling at the beginning of fate. He smiled helplessly as he looked at the cold and rigid faces, and then lay down with a smile in front of the little Hinata behind him.

The chopping board is hard, cold, and itchy...

This moment finally came. Although I had been mentally prepared for it, I didn't expect it to come so early. At this age when we should be ignorant, ignorant, and comfortable, we must wear shackles that do not belong to us.

At the age of 6, Hinata separated from the family and began to take care of the "cage bird". At this age, they didn't even have a chance to struggle.

Hizashi was lying on the chopping board and smiling as if he was undergoing surgery. He was smiling so hard that he didn't even know why he was laughing.

Without closing his eyes, he wanted to see each individual face clearly so that he could remember them.

It seems to remind me of the "most uncomfortable and painful" scene I saw in my previous life - "I can't save you without the golden hoop, and I can't love you with the golden hoop"!

It's a pity that you can't get boundless magic power even if you take "it" with you. How should I struggle if I take "it" with me? How rebellious? What kind of relief?

A pair of claws carving marks kept scratching in front of his eyes, and the withered hands seemed as flexible as a painter. He was so thin that he wanted to make his final contribution to the family at the last moment of his life - "cage bird".

Lying on the stiff "chopping board", the Hyuga boys of the same generation who had followed Hizashi looked at him as if they were a test subject "guinea pig". As the second son of the current clan leader, Hizashi is lucky enough to have the humble honor of standing at the top of this group for the only time. You can be the first to "enjoy" the feeling of being imprisoned by the cursed "cage bird".

The body is like a caged bird, life and death can be felt in a single thought - the horse himself can feel it!

"Resist!"

"Resist with what?"

"Run away!"

"Can you escape?"

Destiny is moving according to the plot, and my life has just passed my "sixth" birthday.

It seemed that I vaguely recalled my mother's crying and my father's quarrel that night. Then, not long after, the two brothers slept in separate bedrooms.

It seems that I can still recall the noise with Rizu, the whimpering and "um and ah"!

It seems that it is gradually blurred and cannot be remembered.

As the ceremony progressed, Hizashi felt that his spirit became more and more trance-like, becoming wandering and dreamlike, as if he had taken drugs.

The noisy "click, click" sounds and the sound of chanting curses gradually disappeared. Like, like deaf.

Am I deaf? It seems not yet!

What the eyes see gradually changes from dim to blurry, from blurry to pale.

Suddenly, a gray world appeared before our eyes. The ghost-like bones were making various seals in front of his eyes, as if they were forming a very long ninjutsu. There was only one feeling in Hizashi's mind, which made him want to fall asleep but still stay awake:

pain?

It hurts!

pain.

I don’t know if it hurts so much that I grit my teeth, or if it’s just cruel.

Hizashi gritted his teeth and didn't struggle, yell, or yell. There is only hatred.

Hate, want to remember their faces. But the black cloth that covered his face at some point blocked his view!

The black cloth was the one that wiped his hand just now. It was dirty and disgusting, and was filled with the smell of strong potion.

The black potion must have been accidentally splashed when carving the curse seal. It was filled with a dizzying smell, and even if I wanted to cough, I couldn't.

One second, two seconds, three seconds!

He grasped the edge of the chopping board tightly with both hands, but the pain in his fingertips was covered up by the corrosion on his forehead.

Breathe out, breathe out, breathe out!

Recall, recall that annoying sound, sound, want to remember it, remember it, remember it forever.

Hizashi's eye sockets became more and more ferocious, the veins on his face exposed the winding blood vessels, and all the people's faces were blurred by the black cloth on their faces. But everything in this house seemed to be "palely" visible to me.

He raised his hands and scratched those dead bones in front of him~~ It was very annoying. His open and closed mouth was chewing spells, but he could no longer hear any sounds! !

He wanted to struggle and shake his head, but it was tied tightly, which only made his vision tremble and become blurry.

It was as if the soul was separated from the body, but he saw everything.

The moment the claws that cast the spell were finally branded in front of me, all thoughts and memories disappeared.

"Zizchi" soldering iron?

I remembered - that was the sound I heard on my first day in this world.

"Click, click, click!!" "Hizashi-chan, Hinata Hizashi~~ You will be called Hinata Hizashi from now on~~".

"Uh-huh!!".

The moment the black cloth was finally removed from his face, everything in front of him turned dark.

"Carry it out."

My body was shaking, but I didn't faint or fall asleep. It just hurt, so painful that he couldn't move.

I have memorized all the figures that slowly emerged from the darkness, as well as the occasional words that were revealed.

Remembering all their characteristics, I will...!

"Who am I? Where is this?".

"Next, Hinata Kasai."

It seems that it can already be heard.

In this way, we carried them out one by one. Just like a patient suffering from a terminal illness after registration. But these old men in front of them, wearing gray and white coats like professors, are not "doctors".

The mechanical and orderly actions they repeat year after year are not intended to cure illnesses and save lives. Rather, it is to seal each and every healthy soul!

The young men at the back walked forward in fear, and one by one they ended up lying on the "chopping board" - their souls cut and slaughtered.

When I came in, I walked in standing, and when I went out, I was finally carried out like this. At least there was someone to carry me when I went out, and the treatment seemed much better!

So, where should I put it? At home? land?

Outside, what awaits again is a different fate.

On this day, for them, there was a complete distinction between the "clan family" and the "separate family".

On this day, the boy he once was was no longer there, and it was at this moment that he truly understood this ninja world.

On the 21st of the month of the 24th year of Konoha, my heart seems to have fallen from childhood to hell. I will remember this day forever, and remember you one by one, one by one.

The body is like a caged bird, life and death can be thought of in a single thought - a caged bird.

,,,,,, "Naruto's Cage Bird" Volume 1: Home, Childhood (End),,,,,

The first volume begins at the happiest time and ends at the most painful time. I wanted to start with a lot of heart, but there were big flaws because of the pen.

Until this chapter's emotional turning point, it seems that a major change occurred in his life when his family was in trouble during his childhood.

Sorry, I have not experienced this experience, nor do I want to experience it, but I tried my best to describe the relief of the previous chapter and the feeling of this final chapter.

At this point, the warmth from the entire family and home ends.

It is very likely that I will never see that stupid, that stupid, that stupid, that do whatever I want in the future.

Just like reality, "I" really want to live a carefree and comfortable life. But reality "forces" the once stupid "us" to change bit by bit. Who else is "I" in this family? It seems that only the "mother" who loves me the most is left!

I wrote this book very carefully, but due to the lack of writing, it was too overflowing with emotions and theories! !

This is a slow book, so slow that it grows with the author. Step by step, as we grow older, the community understands the pain of losing the "ninja".

Volume 2 "Cage, Growth".

Is the "cage" home, Hinata, Konoha, or the ninja world?

Who knows!

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