[Hokage] One tit for another

Thunder fell and roared, covering almost everything under dazzling white light.The blade was coming towards me, I leaned back very quickly, watching the tip of the blade brush past my face, but I didn't have time to stop, after a somersault staggered the blade, I turned around and rushed towards Obito.

Obito's technique cannot be allowed to succeed.

On a distant cliff, Obito's life is passing by at a fast speed, and those flickering spots of light seem to be peeling off one by one from his body, like withered petals, like the misty fireflies in the summer night, converging into a line of flickering lights under the dark sky. The river gurgles and flows, and finally wraps around Madara's body.

Hei Ze's shadow tightly wrapped around Obito, like a rotten and dirty swamp under the flying fireflies.

The Ben Lei that fell from the sky hit the Long-nosed Tengu heavily, making a deafening roar.Thunder and lightning splashed in four phases, white light filled the air, Susano was cracked layer by layer, and the armor on Madara's body suddenly shattered. Obviously everything around was covered by snow-white lightning. It is impossible for anyone but me to be unaffected, but he Still relying on instinct, in the dazzling thunderstorm, he raised his eyes and looked at my position accurately.

Madara's eyes did not reflect my figure, but his expression was determined, as if he really saw me.

At that moment, my heart suddenly stagnated.

As if responding to my hunch.

A contemptuous sneer suddenly sounded in my heart.

Madara threw the dagger in his hand at me.

The long knife pierced through the air and turned into a galloping black shadow amidst the leaping thunder, pointing directly at my back.

How could it be at this time...

The cliff was close in front of me, and my face suddenly changed.

The violent power in the body roared like a wild beast, rushing around, and the cold silence spread.I tried my best to avoid it sideways, but my movements were still involuntarily slowed down. Time and space intertwined and changed in my eyes, and the threads of fate were entwined, turning the whole world into frantic lines.

Destruction, only in one thought.

As long as you stretch out your hand, you can tear all those silk threads...

"Sasuke—!"

It was as if someone was calling me, but I was quickly lost in the frenzied world.My world has never been complete, there is no color, no shape, there are only scattered and chaotic "truths", like pieces of a puzzle, flying like snowflakes, blocking what I should have seen.

Large swathes of ink smudged out, as if covering the entire world.

The long knife in the sky is getting closer, I desperately want to regain control of my body, I can't even see anything, I just sink and float in the cold abyss, with the last trace of sobriety, I still remember the long knife that is about to penetrate my back .

Reality and fiction are confused.

The pitch-black icyness is trying to expand, and I try to wander in the abyss, trying to salvage some fragments of reality.

"Sasuke—"

who called me.

That figure... who is it?

I should know, I saw it.

The figure that flew over was——

In a daze, it seemed that something splashed on my face.

I raised my hand numbly and touched the liquid that slid off my face.The lost feeling gradually returned, the tide of darkness receded, and some vague voices seemed to come from the dead silence, buzzing in my ears.

The dazzling white light dissipated, leaving only sporadic thunder and lightning still dancing in the air.The black and white outlines under the sky fell into my eyes again.

The roar of the ten tails seemed to be a constant background sound, the earth trembled under the aftermath of the thunder, and the violent power raged.

I raised my hand, stunned for a while, then rubbed my fingers together, feeling a sticky feeling on my fingertips.

Oh, it's blood.

I realized it belatedly.

Obviously I can't feel the temperature anymore, but I seem to be burned by the imaginary heat, and my fingers can't help trembling slightly.

I tried my best to pull the broken world and put those scattered things together.

"……why?"

It took me a long time to squeeze this sentence out of my throat.A great sense of absurdity filled my heart, and I didn't even know how weak my voice was.

So absurd!

Standing in front of me was Kakashi.

In reality, only a short moment passed, Itachi and the others had no time to distract, and Naruto couldn't catch up. I couldn't escape the fate of being pierced by a long knife.

How did Kakashi appear?

I obviously... threw Kakashi to Orochimaru.

He just needs to lie down and wait for the end of the war, just like Orochimaru, or those ninja coalition forces, do something he likes to do in the rear, and then miracles will happen naturally.

Why do you have to hurry back?

The sword pierced Kakashi's back, and exposed a small blood-smeared knife tip on his chest.

This blow contained enormous power, completely shattering Kakashi's heart.

Kakashi is helpless.

Obviously, not long ago, I was still disgusted with his chest leakage.

But I never thought that when we met again, it would be in such a posture.

If I knew this earlier, why would I bother to get out of the battle and take him there, and let Orochimaru heal him.

Blood dripped onto the ground.

It's so funny, just now I couldn't even hear the thunder and ten-tailed roar, it was so silent as if I was the only one in the world, but now I feel the sound of blood dripping very clearly, as if every drop hit my eardrum directly superior.

why?

The cold white hair is not interesting at all, and the black flowers blooming on him seem to be fading gradually.Those painful pasts, those endlessly flowing blackness, those sweet despairs originally rose up on Kakashi's body and turned into indelible ink, but now, the heavy lines are still, as if they are about to be completely solidified in a certain place. time.

why?

Kakashi... isn't he called "Half Uchiha"?As the man of our Uchiha family, as the main character, how can he die so easily?How could he be worthy of that Sharingan? !

Why... you want to save me?

"There is no reason..." Kakashi's voice was weak, mixed with the surging blood foam, he raised his head and looked at me, the sharing eyes with long scars were half dozed, but I seemed to be Suddenly, I saw Kakashi not sharing sharing eyes.

That was Kakashi's eyes.

It seems that the vast sky is inadvertently mixed with strange tenderness.

"You are my disciple." He smiled, his eyes curved into a nice shape.

fart!You are going to die and still want to take advantage of me. In terms of seniority, I am much older than you?You are the number one tragic man in Hokage!

Maybe I was silent for too long.

Kakashi slowly stretched out his hand and rubbed my hair, sticky blood was stained on the ends of my hair, winding down my forehead.

"I'm fine, Sasuke..." Kakashi said softly to me.

The hand he placed on my head was very light, as if a light weight and warmth came from a long distance away.

But I felt that my heart was being pressed down heavily, and that hand was as heavy as Mount Tai, and it took me all my strength to hold on, not to lower my head.

Is he finally getting revenge on me for messing with his hair when I snatched the bell?

Why is it that I am comforted when someone dies to save me?

Shouldn't he hate me?

Hate me for starting a war, hate me for abandoning my village, being arrogant and willful, and doing anything wrong.I have stabbed him, and I have never had a good temper with him, and I have never been grateful to him for teaching me ninjutsu. Instead, he will always run around for me, clean up my troubles, and then when there may be danger... stand in my way before.

Whether it was facing Orochimaru before, or facing Madara now.

He is always fussing about uselessly!

I don't thank him at all, and I definitely don't take him to heart, absolutely!

It's just a former teacher... that's all.

It was his choice, I never asked him to save me.

If I die, I die. Why should I be responsible for other people's self-assertion?

I never regarded him as a partner who could fight side by side!

So, why sacrifice this far for someone like me?Are you willing to give your life?

Why laugh?

Being miserable like this and forcing myself to laugh is like a joke!

How on earth could he do it, laugh like that? !

Does he know?

If he is in danger, I will never sacrifice myself to save him!

Idiot it is!

The hand on my head slipped slowly, and Kakashi's body shook.

The blooming flowers withered.

Those chaotic lines gradually withered and became as thin as a spider's silk, as if they could completely melt into the air.The thick black lingering on Kakashi's body faded away bit by bit, washing into a pale white.

This shouldn't be Kakashi's fate.

How did Kakashi die?

he shouldn't be...

I tried to find the trajectory that belonged to Kakashi, but the line that stretched to the future in the past seemed to be erased by an eraser, and the thick black traces evaporated like bubbles, leaving an abrupt spot in the chaos. Blank, with only a few scattered fragments left.

What was Kakashi's original future?

I should know.

I have clearly seen it.

He was also part of my original plan.

But I suddenly couldn't remember.

It was like suddenly becoming a blind man, an amnesiac.

All the lines point to the only fixed ending—death.

I still remember that his fate line is far thicker than others, and he should be very close to the core of the world.

But in an instant, in the center of the world's densest network, there is only a small blank space that shows that he once existed.The finale of death gradually overlays the once scattered fragments.

Is it because I'm trying to resist?

Everyone may be involved in the waves I set off and become unknown victims.

I couldn't help closing my eyes.

It really gave me a great gift, it.

On the distant cliff, the fireflies went out.

The shadows in the swamp eventually overflowed, forming an inseparable bond between Madara and Jubi.

"Kakashi..." It took me a long time to find my voice, "Obito is dead."