Naruto's caged bird

"rely on you."...

Hizashi finally emerged from the mud. Looking at the guy who even risked his life "for the girl", he felt that he was not the same.

"You just went there with high expectations? If you can't save him, he must be another Uchiha Obito."

Anger, the ultimate in spirit.

A large amount of chakra emerged from the body, increasing the bottoming area under Hizashi's feet and also increasing the strength of his legs. With the expectation for Naoki and the worry for Mikoto, Hinata Hizashi's kick was nearly twice as fast.

He stretched out his right hand and actually grabbed it just as the Thousand-Handed Rope Tree had expected when he was "lost".

Finally, he caught the sharp blade before the opponent's ninja sword stabbed the girl's body.

"呲"

Hizashi desperately grabbed the ninja sword that was stabbing Mikoto with his right hand, making sure to stop it from moving forward. He knew that his palm could not block the path of the sharp blade, so he desperately attached chakra to his right hand.

"呲Chi, 呲Chi"

The harsh cutting sound was transmitted from the bones of Hizashi's right hand to his brain.

"How is it possible that you managed to break free from the swamp of Master Iwatu alone?" The Iwa Ninja jounin looked at the young man in front of him in horror. How could he stick to the evil-bound swamp of a large ninja beast? It is not possible to break free simply by relying on strength. of.

"Uh-huh, thank you for that, but you showed me how to use chakra in the swamp."

Hizashi couldn't help but groan as the pain in his palm continued to be stabbed by the blade. Then he continued to hit the Iwa Ninja in front of him, hoping to make him lose his composure.

"How could you master this skill so quickly? Damn it, I want to make you feel uncomfortable. I want to kill her."

He looked at Hizashi's calm face and knew that he had completely lost his ninja calmness. The Iwa ninja Jonin desperately wanted to make the calm Hizashi uncomfortable, so he did not choose to attack Hizashi's body with his free left hand. Instead, he grasped the handle of the knife that stabbed forward, and continued to exert force with both hands.

Crazy's face seems to express "I will destroy whatever you care about", a madman who avoids his own inner fragility and seeks revenge on Hizashi's inner peace.

The huge force made the sword advance inch by inch in Hizashi's right hand. With the blood flowing out of the palm, it approached Mikoto's eyebrows little by little.

"Ah, ah"

It hurts, my palm was scratched from the tip of the knife directly to the hand guard.

Looking at the blade that kept stabbing Mikoto, Hizashi's right hand pushed the blade forward hard. Feeling the "stabbing, stabbing" sound of cutting flesh and the trembling pain coming from the bones, it was not until the right hand full of white chakra struck hard on the guard of the sword that he finally stopped the opponent's advancing blade.

Blood dripped from the hilt to the tip of the sword. The drops landed on Uchiha Mikoto's eyebrows, or in her eyes...

That kind and fragile will, that ideal that just wants to make a good meal...

The sacrifice that my companions chose to protect me...

The sword blade was stained with the blood of Senju Nōju and Hyuga Hizashi...

The fear, exhaustion, and blood in her heart...

The longing, quietness, and beauty in her heart...

They have all been destroyed bit by bit in this year, these times, at this moment, until right before my eyes...

Black, turn red.

Only then did I realize that this war had lasted into the night, but the world in my eyes seemed to turn around and turned scarlet.

red, black

When he opened his eyes, the pupils that were once as black as the night sky finally turned into blood red, swirling with dark single magatama.

"Sharingan, it turns out to be Sharingan. Girls of the Uchiha clan, let your eyes become my trophies."

Greed and excitement make people go crazy. The crazy strength of Iwa Ninja drags Hizashi's right hand and stabs his ninja sword forward. Moving forward inch by inch, approaching... those eyes

The silver-white blade was stained scarlet after slicing across Hizashi's right hand, and there seemed to be the blood of the Senju Nawaki on it. If the meridians and acupuncture points on his right hand hadn't been opened up so that chakra could wrap around the palm, the sword blade might have cut off his fingers and stabbed Mikoto.

But after all, the strength of the adult Jonin was not something that Hizashi could compete with at this time. He could only watch helplessly as the knife finally penetrated into the eye of the whirlpool, causing the latter two to be beaten by the bleeding red and black Swallowed by the vortex

Tears are falling, blood is still flowing

Blood can actually flow from the eyes

Looking at those unfamiliar eyes, Hizashi, who had woken up from the whirlpool, was still holding on to the ninja sword. It was still firmly held in his hands, and it never hurt the people he cared about from beginning to end.

spin eyes

illusion

The pair of Sharingan eyes facing him were spinning crazily, and they would rotate as fast as his heartbeat.

At this time, the Iwa Ninja Jonin was still in a sluggish state. The Sharingan's close-range pupil technique was the "golden binding genjutsu" in the genjutsu that could temporarily control even the body. Faced with the enemy's defenseless state at this time, Hizashi, who had been suppressed for a while, finally became angry.

"You are a waste...the sixty-four postures of Bagua Single Palm"

The sound of "ping ping ping" hitting metal

"Rock Armor" hit Hizashi on the hard rock formation and did not stop the attack of the soft fist. No matter how painful his left hand was, it was not as painful as the right hand that was stabbed.

Unable to hit

Then just use the chakra of Soft Fist to penetrate the protective rock armor.

Looking at the ferocious face of the other party who was trapped in the illusion but still wanted to stab Mikoto to death. Hizashi's free left hand struck wildly at the opponent's sluggish body. From the beginning to the end, he didn't care about the pain of his left hand hitting the stone, and just continued to vent like that.

"Ping ping ping ping ping ping... bang bang bang"

He had forgotten to count how many Bagua palms he had struck, until the rock armor collapsed. Until Byakugan's field of vision, the body in front of him gradually looked gray. The deathly ashes like a corpse sinking into the mire finally stopped.

The sand armor can protect against physical attacks, but it cannot protect against the chakra attack of the Soft Fist. The violent chakra raged in the unconscious body until it was refreshed, but the meridians and acupuncture points of his body had been destroyed and paralyzed until he could not move.

Crazy people also have obsessions. Until the Iwa Ninja could no longer spurt blood from his mouth in front of him, he still held on to the ninja sword he thrust forward and refused to let go.

"You won't put down the knife, and I won't put down the beauty..."

The angry Hizashi charged up his right leg and kicked it vigorously, pushing the motionless corpses into the swamp that almost killed him. Then he kicked and breathed and looked at the other person until he completely sank into the mire of the sea of ​​suffering and was completely submerged.

turn back,

Hizashi wiped away her blood and tears and supported Mikoto, who was still sluggish.

When he opened his eyes for the first time, the world in the Blood Chakra Eye was not only pitch black but also stained with scarlet. This made the entire world she saw before her eyes full of "red" enemies.

In the end, facing the enemy's genjutsu, Scarlet Hizashi was also drawn into the genjutsu.

Fortunately, fortunately she can see...

See those eyes that are still white even in the blood and darkness...

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The vision of the "Byakugan" is close to the "paleness of the soul", and the vision of the "Sharingan" will also bring a hint of "bloody scarlet" to what is seen. Therefore, those who opened the Sharingan, except for a few who yearned for the light in the bloody darkness, were all affected by the darkness and distortion.

I personally feel that my book is too overflowing with emotions, almost going to the other extreme of the opposite of white text, and it seems that it needs to be contained.