[Hokage] One tit for another

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How does it feel to have a cold hidden weapon pierced into your shoulder?

The flesh and blood were broken, piercing into the bones abruptly, the tendons and muscles were throbbing with pain, as if even the heart was constricting.

I fell back to the ground, clutching my shoulders.The shuriken was pierced too deep, I held the exposed tip, gritted my teeth, and pulled out the shuriken, a small stream of blood sprayed out from the wound.

The entire left arm could no longer be lifted, and it hung down limply.I picked up the fallen knife with my right hand, stood up again, and looked at Itachi.

"Ah, the hand is useless." Itachi said lightly.His expression was hidden in the shadows, only his eyes were still looking down at me, cold and calm, almost arrogant.

Although I am left-handed, I can hold a knife with my right hand too!Itachi, don't you know best?

Weren't you very happy when I switched to my right hand to practice the knife?Because you use your right hand, some right-handed skills and habits can be fully handed over to me.

Does the extermination of the genocide also destroy your own brain?You lost your memory?IQs are thrown into the trash along with bad taste?

really weird.

I have obviously suffered more serious injuries than this one, but this time it hurts so much.

Is it because the left shoulder is closer to the heart?Those muscles and blood vessels involved the heart one by one, the pain was so painful, my heart was choking and suffocating, as if twisted into a ball, the pain made me want to curl up.

I didn't feel any pain when I was hanging by silk thread and dancing in the air.When a few bloody holes were stabbed, I didn't think it was a big deal.

That time was obviously more humiliating, being hung in the air like a clown for people to watch, but only this time, I felt like my blood was about to boil, rumbling in my ears, like steam.I was shaking all over, and I couldn't tell if it was excitement, anger, or anything else.

I held the handle of the knife tightly, and the itachi on the opposite side was still calm, standing on the edge of the fire and darkness, like a dead statue.

Only the fire was still on, and it was constantly shaken by the airflow stirred up by Chakra, and it was almost extinguished.

The faint flame flickered on and off, as if it wanted to completely swallow up Itachi's little expression in the darkness.

Are we fighting?

...why are we fighting?

Why didn't Itachi say anything, just showed his arrogance, and then pushed me away again and again.

I really don't understand the meaning of this battle, a battle without beginning and end, without reason.How did it develop to this point?

But inexplicably, I just don't want to admit defeat easily.

Even if I don't understand the point of this fight, even if I find everything ridiculous.But I just don't want to lose!I don't want to lose to Itachi.I don't want to bow to Itachi.

It seems that as long as I lose, my persistence will lose all meaning.

...Even though, I don't even know what I'm insisting on.

In fact, I know that I have already lost, I have lost completely, and there is no possibility of winning at all.

It was doomed from the time I subconsciously returned the knife.

Or earlier... when I threw Kunai, Itachi would rather get scratched and use Tsukuyomi.

In a fight like this, there's no way I can beat Itachi.

I was wrong, I thought that as long as I close the distance with Itachi and have the same strength as him, with my eyes, I can be on par with him.

But how could I be as cruel as Itachi?This guy is the number one psychopath in Hokage!If you want to catch him, you must have the strength to completely suppress him!

How on earth did he do it?

Why... I can't do it?

Is this a born ninja?

That's why he's a genius and I'm just an idiot?

not reconciled...

The bastard!I worked so hard for so long just to cure him, but because of his damn stubbornness, he became more and more biased, and became a complete psychopath, and Radu couldn't get back.

Notre Dame sickness, death in two!

I hate such people the most!

"Itachi, I also have something to tell you." I smiled coldly, and slowly pointed the sword at Itachi. After the sharp point of the knife, I looked at Itachi's indifferent face, "Actually, I have always been special I hate you! Obviously I want to be clean, but you always appear in front of me, so annoying to death."

I said it viciously as if taking revenge, and almost felt a strange pleasure, every word was extraordinarily clear in the night.

The night wind blew past, as if my voice was infinitely elongated, echoing in the forest.

For a moment, I seemed to see Itachi's eyes widened slightly, and a look of helplessness flashed across his face.Subconsciously, I wanted to rush forward and call him "brother" like I did countless times before.

But I don't know if that's my illusion, because Itachi's indifferent expression seems to have never changed.

For a long time, or just a suffocating short moment, it seemed that even the wind had stopped.

Itachi said, "That's fine."

The tone was as flat as ever.

...and accidentally said the wrong thing.

Depend on!Why am I having a temper tantrum with a brat!This guy is puberty!If it was in my previous life, I would still be in middle school.I'm an adult who has just stepped into society, so why bother with him!

What am I inexplicably competing for?

Comparing with mental illness is completely meaningless!

I took a deep breath and rushed up again.

Compared with my left hand, although my right hand is a little weaker, it is more flexible. The knives are flipping and flashing in the night.

So what if you can't use your left hand?

...Damn it!Itachi, can you stop twisting my left hand, it hurts so much, let it go!It's really useless!

Being unable to move one hand means that the balance of the body has undergone a subtle change, and Itachi also specifically aimed at the gap on my left side, mercilessly, and brutally destroyed my injured left arm.

Although I tried my best to protect the opening on my left side, in just a few short fights, Itachi still kicked me hard on my left abdomen while avoiding my knife.

I was kicked like I was going to spit out the meal from the day before yesterday, my internal organs seemed to be displaced, and I felt a dull pain.

But Itachi didn't stop at all, the sharp kunai pierced through the air, I tried to avoid it, but Itachi took the opportunity to grab my left hand.

I could only reluctantly turn my face away, and Kunai drew a long and narrow bloodstain on my face, and then stabbed hard into my injured left shoulder.

The blood splashed out, as if it had splashed straight into the eyes, and it was hot and painful. I groaned, only feeling blood red in front of my eyes.

The muscles twitched uncontrollably because of the severe pain, and the wound that had been stabbed by the shuriken was pierced again by Kunai, deeper than before.

Itachi's hand exerted strength slowly, and the extremely sharp cold weapon pierced into the bone with difficulty, advancing inch by inch.

The sound of bones breaking was as slight as soap bubbles breaking, but it was extraordinarily clear on this night.

"Why... are you still so weak?"

Itachi said softly, like the murmur of death.My blood was splattered on his face, and a drop of it was splashed in the corner of his eye, and the edge of that drop of blood was broken, corresponding to the spinning Sharingan in his eyes.

I gritted my teeth, my lips trembled, and slashed at him with the knife in my right hand.

This knife cut very fiercely, as if it wanted to cut off Itachi's neck completely.

Itachi could only quickly draw out Kunai to resist.

I jumped back, and the bone in my left shoulder was crushed by Itachi with the kunai, and he pulled the kunai out and brought out a stream of blood.

But I didn't want to stop, so I rushed forward again.

In this situation, I couldn't last long at all, and every time I rushed up, I only increased my wounds.

Itachi kicked me away and stomped on my stomach viciously before I could stand up, blood was all over my mouth and nose, more and more blood was spilling from nowhere, I didn't even have time to wipe it off.

My ribs are broken, or rather, my bones are all crackling.

I choked on my own blood, my face was wet and my mouth smelled of blood.

It felt like I was a baby again, drooling and waiting for someone to wipe it on me.

...should I thank God that I'm not incontinent yet?

Trembling, I slashed the knife at Itachi, forced him back, and then charged forward.

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that double images began to appear in front of my eyes, and my head was dizzy.

But I have no way out, no choice.

I could only keep opening my eyes wide, staring at Itachi, looking at his figure, as if this was the only thing that existed in my world.

Itachi had blood on his hands, his face, and his clothes.

The mottled bloodstains were intertwined, like the flowing clouds pattern on the Xiao robe.

...Why, at such a time, I still have time, I wonder if there are any?

What am I thinking?

Oh, that's all my blood...

It turns out that I have so much blood.

It's okay...it's okay...it's not Itachi's blood.

Until my eyes blurred, the sword in my hand was pinned to death by Kunai.

Let go, Itachi!

How can you forget that this is your eighth birthday present to me?If this continues, the Taidao will break sooner or later...

I looked at Itachi, he was holding my right wrist tightly, holding Kunai in the other hand, pinning my Taidao with his backhand.The edge of the blade is against the kunai, because our increasing strength is trembling slightly, and the friction makes a tooth-piercing harsh sound.

Itachi is close at hand, we are very close, I seem to feel his cold breath, but he is still expressionless, the strange pattern in the Sharingan is spinning, as if drawing a circle, and that circle is trapped He, too, trapped me.

I closed my eyes, and involuntarily loosened the strength in my hand. With a "bang", the Taidao was bounced away and flew out in a whirl.

Immediately afterwards, Itachi gave a savage kick. I lost my knife and could only block it in a hurry. The left half of my body showed a large opening. Of course Itachi would not miss it. When two punches came up, I heard a crisp sound from inside my body.

Itachi withdrew his hand, I lost all strength, my eyes turned black, I knelt softly on the ground, covered my mouth and coughed, sweet blood trickled down from my mouth, just as I opened my mouth to speak, There was another violent cough.

I hurt my lungs and throat, and I was gasping for breath, with a dull pain in my chest cavity every time I breathed.

Itachi looked at me coldly, as if watching a poor ant struggling hopelessly.

He slowly raised his legs, deliberately slowing down his movements, but I was unable to dodge and retreated hastily, but the severe pain in my chest forced me to stop.

As if mocking my weakness and overreaching, Itachi easily kicked me to the ground and stepped on my head.

it hurts!I stepped on my hair, you know?

Do you know what you're wearing?Clogs, hello!If you step on this thing, you will die!will die!

... This time it was surprisingly ruthless.

The close contact between my head and the soil on the ground is not good, but I am powerless to resist, I can only feel the ruthless crushing of that foot on my head.

I looked deeply at Itachi, the huge moon rose behind him, the cold light illuminated the rolling ridge, only the place where he stood cast an unshakable shadow.He is as indifferent and cruel as the god of death high above in the dark night, as if nothing can enter his eyes, what he holds in his hands is only unshakable power, and in those eyes, there is only indifference and dead silence.

The crimson Sharingan seems to have dyed the moon red, and the pattern of the wind sickle slowly rotates, carrying bloody and cruel power.

This kind of picture is too strong, even in the messy black and white world, it seems to have a different color, so vivid, it almost hurts my eyes, and it is deeply imprinted in my heart.

Itachi looked at me coldly, but I felt that tears of blood would flow from his eyes in the next second.

——The look in his eyes is too complex for people to distinguish.

My heart suddenly choked, and an indescribable sense of powerlessness swept over me.

Actually, that's all.Should I hate him?I have never been beaten like this before, let alone stepped on my head by anyone.If it was in the past, I would have let him kneel down in front of me crying bitterly, and respectfully put his head under my feet to admit his mistake.

But even I don't know what I'm holding on to?

Isn't that brother?

Itachi is the kind of person I hate the most, why should I pursue him persistently?

I was an orphan in my previous life, and I didn't understand what parents and brothers are, what kind of family relationship is, and I don't understand why Itachi silently gave so much, but left me behind.What I don't understand the most is that he clearly loves me, but he is so determined to knock me down time and time again, forcing me to hate him time and time again.

Love, what a heavy word.

I don't understand that kind of thing, but according to my understanding, if you love someone, shouldn't you present all the best things to that person?

People like Itachi are not sick, so what else can they be?

I struggled on the ground, my fingers dug hard into the soil, broken stones embedded in my nails.I tried to speak, but only a hoarse air passed through my throat.

"I admit, your growth is a bit beyond my expectation." Itachi said, he stepped on my head, bent down, and got close to me - this action made me almost cry out in pain.

"But it's not enough...Your determination, your hatred, is not deep enough." A low whisper came, like a poisonous snake, it entered the heart with severe pain, "You are still so weak, my stupid brother, Don't you even have the courage to swing a knife? Cowardly, small, I have lost interest in you."

Those were the last words I heard before I passed out.

The author has something to say: In fact, Brother Itachi is a little out of control. He was frightened by Zuo Erdan, because Erdan didn't dare to hurt him and kept retreating. Brother Weasel is about to cry, okay?

#My brother why did you take the knife?Why didn't my brother hit me? #

#Hurry up and hit me, I've gone too far, Sasuke, why aren't you angry? #

Brother Weasel was in a very complicated mood. On the one hand, he was moved by Er Dan and wanted to cry. On the other hand, he felt that he was a sinner who killed his parents and did not deserve this kind of treatment. He wanted to force Er Dan to beat him.

In addition, Erdan said he hated him, and Brother Itachi was stimulated. You can probably imagine the quarrel between the young couple, and the two of them are almost like this... So Brother Itachi accidentally made a heavy attack.

Brother Weasel regretted it when he went back, crying in his heart. #嘤嘤嘤, I just wanted to hit my brother casually, but I accidentally took it seriously, my brother said he hates me, what should I do?Wait online, hurry up! #

And, Er Dan was really angry.