[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

The alliance day was chosen on a sunny day, and it was less than a year since Cheng was stabbed and the last time the two clans met on the battlefield.

Compared with the length of the history of Senju and Uchiha's sharp confrontation, this time seems a bit too short, so it makes people wonder whether it is too hasty to make this decision now... However, this may just be the years waiting for this day to come It's been too long, and it's just unbelievable for a while.

At least Cheng thinks so.

After waking up that day, her body recovered at an astonishing speed. Not long after, even Madara and Quanna were relieved and accepted the guess that it was her own healing talent that made such a serious injury better.

In addition to her, the relationship between the two races is also gradually easing... Although the disputes and frictions have not completely disappeared, it is like a wound that is gradually repairing itself. The pain and itching are only due to the slow growth of nerves.

Although he knew in his heart that the alliance was just the beginning, Cheng couldn't help feeling emotional.

In any case, this step has finally been taken.

On the day of the alliance, besides the chiefs of the two clans, Hashima and Madara, who preside over the ceremony, Cheng is also a very important part of the day.

—Because of the engagement ceremony.

Now there is only about an hour before the ceremony.

Cheng thought, having already taken care of his whole body and made preparations.

She could hear the voices of people outside, but according to the custom, she couldn't appear in front of people now.

So, what to do now?

She has put on her makeup and her long hair is already up. The engagement ceremony does not need Bai Wugou, but due to the important symbolic meaning of this ceremony itself, the dress sent by Qianshou is still complicated and heavy. It is convenient to move around.

Cheng, who was alone in the room, felt a little lonely.

But there is no way, Madara must be busy, and Quanna is also...

She had just thought of the name when the person she missed gently pushed open the door.

Cheng raised her head to look at him, such a coincidence made her smile sincerely.

"Quinai."

Quan Nai walked up to her, sat down, and looked at her quietly.

Cheng thought, this was probably the first time Quan Nai saw herself in makeup... That's why he watched it for so long.

"Inappropriate?"

she asked him softly.

"……Do not."

Quan Nai blinked slowly, and the light shone into his eyes, which shattered silently at the moment of closing his eyes.

That shard-like light is hazy... intertwined with melancholy and nostalgia, and others that cannot be discerned.

"It's beautiful." He said, "It's just that I never thought that I would see you like this under the current situation."

Cheng felt guilty suddenly.

It's not that Quan Nai can't understand her, because in a certain aspect, he is also a person similar to her... Rather than hurting the person he cares about, he would rather bear the pain himself.

Therefore, Cheng knew how he would feel in his heart.

"Quanna..."

She wanted to say sorry to him, but suddenly stopped and changed to something else.

"...Thank you, Senna."

Quan Nai seemed to smile, but then it was as if there was nothing.

"I hesitated for a long time before coming here."

He got up and walked behind her, Cheng was about to turn his head, but his chin was gently supported by his movements, so she stopped moving.

——But, sure enough, no matter when, I can't resist the idea of ​​wanting to see you.

Consciously or unintentionally, Quan Nai's fingers brushed her lips, but Cheng's attention was attracted by the small voice... Quan Nai inserted a hairpin into her hair, it was a butterfly and a flower fringe colliding with each other the sound made.

He lowered his eyes, watching the clusters of small and delicate flowers swaying gently, embellishing her gorgeous black hair like a crow's feather.

"This is……"

Something long overdue for you.

At that time, Quan Nai did not expect that it would take such a long time to make up for just missing a moment.

But this period of time when he had to suppress himself, while tormenting him even a little bit, was far from enough to wipe out his love.

"Keep it with you, Cheng?"

Quanna said to her.

"of course."

Cheng didn't seem to think deeply about the meaning of this gift, she accepted his gift seriously as before.

"I will always cherish it."

Quanna couldn't help thinking... Is this the answer I was expecting?

Definitely not.

This is not at all what he imagined, the best time to give it to the girl in front of him - it is not even an exaggeration to call it the worst time.

However, Quan Nai couldn't be more clear about what drew him here.

At this moment, he lowered his head and saw a little red mark on his fingertips.

This is the rouge from her lips just now.

As if being bewitched at this second, Quan Nai kissed the color that would smudge away.

He raised his head again, the radiance reflected by the hairpin slowly flowed, but——

What Quan Nai pinned on at this moment is not the usual tender and protective love.

It was a dancing silver flame, suppressing the unwillingness and possessiveness on the verge of eruption in the core of the flame. It concealed the terrible high temperature inside with a stable appearance, as if it was staying gently within her arms.

...can't stay here any longer.

Senna stood up.

"Then, I'll go to help my brother first."

Cheng responded, and without looking back, he just walked out and closed the door.

He walked away step by step calmly, even when he was about to reach the corner of the corridor and happened to meet the culprit who caused all this, Quan Nai's footsteps did not appear obviously disturbed.

He just slowed down, and reached out to the knife in his arms without any trace.

Tobuma also saw him, and he held the weapon reflexively, but before pulling it out, his eyes glanced at the door behind Quanna, and Tobuma probably guessed who was in the room behind that door.

After realizing this, he loosened and clenched his hand, and finally adjusted to a level of momentum.

In Quanna and Feijian, there was no extra expression on their faces, they moved freely, but their gazes were firmly grasping each other.

At the moment of the wrong body, both of them moved like lightning.

The battles and confrontations that took place in these few seconds were quiet and restrained, but the sinisterness in them did not decrease much.

Cheng, who was only separated by a door, couldn't hear the fight that happened here, even if their shadows were cast on the door, what Cheng could see was probably just two shadows that moved and swayed suddenly, and then quickly stopped.

Their fighting style is actually very similar.

The clothes are seamless, watertight, as dense and impeccable as flowing water. Both of them are fighters who are good at using their minds, and they are good at handling the battle situation carefully, suppressing self-injury to a minimum.

But these two people chose to sacrifice their lives just now at the same moment. Thin bloodstains appeared on the bodies of Quannai and Feijian. If this confrontation happened on the battlefield, it would probably be quite cruel and bloody. Both lose.

They've gotten to know each other pretty well over the years of fighting.

The opponent's fighting intent, killing intent.

And, something else.

Their similarity is always incompatible.

"You shouldn't be here."

After hearing this sentence, Quan Na evoked a mocking smile.

"The one who is going to disappear from here is you, Tobima."

Tobima could clearly understand the hatred in Quanna's eyes, and in the face of profound hostility, he slowly withdrew his weapon instead.

"Uchiha Izumi... soon..."

He said, the cold, red pupils reflected the shadow of the other party.

"She will be my fiancée."

Clang——

"shut up."

The blade used the scabbard to resist the sharp cut like a moon hook.

After sending out this blow, the faint pain in the tiger's mouth seemed to calm Quan Naishuer down.

At least it seems so.

"What you have is only two years."

Saying so, he retracted the knife.

"What a despicable move, Thousand Hands."

Toikama didn't respond, and Quanna didn't intend to wait for his reply, so the two just passed each other.

At this moment, none of them noticed that the other party was as indifferent as they were, but they clenched their fists tightly.

Even the feelings that can be roughly classified as jealousy are similar.

It's not that they can't see what they're already holding on to...

But still greedily, jealously and yearning for what the other party doesn't have.

"After we entered from both sides, we drank alliance wine in front of the crowd and the shrine... Madara, are you listening?"

Madara retracted her eyes from a distance, and glanced lightly at Hashirama in front of her.

His attitude made Hashirama a little uncertain whether he was distracted or not, but Hashirama is not the type who likes to worry about needlessly. After thinking about it for a while, a conjecture popped up like a blessing in his heart, and then he asked.

"Are you thinking about the engagement ceremony? Their ceremony is held in a shrine, just the two of them, and the ceremony will be completed if they pray before the god—"

Realizing that Madara's mood became more and more gloomy under this topic, Hashirama hurriedly braked.

"...Although I know that you love my sister, Tokima is actually not as bad as you imagined..."

"To shut up."

"Ah, okay." Hashirama immediately sank down, "I just want to say, it's the first time I've seen Tobuma caring so much about a person of the opposite sex, and I don't approve of forcing girls. You don't have to be restricted anymore."

"If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have agreed to the alliance in the first place."

"I know." Hashirama smiled heartily, "Madara, you really care about your family."

Madara was silent because of this sentence, but fortunately Quanna called him from behind at this time, and he turned around without making his strangeness too obvious.

"Brother, it's time to start."

Quanna watched Madara walk towards her, her voice gradually lowered.

"Cheng is already waiting at the shrine."

Madara suppressed his emotions in his eyes, he didn't say anything, and returned to the tribe.

He put on a black robe, which complemented the white lining kimono to form a solemn and depressing momentum.

Madara and Hashirama walked to the steps of the altar, the bell rang, and the noise of the crowd gradually disappeared in the heavy voice. Madara took the wine of alliance from the altar and held it in his hand.

He first met Zhu Jian's eyes, and he saw the uncontrollable excitement and joy in the eyes of this man who was both a close friend and an enemy.They didn't drink the glass of wine right away, Madara followed Hashirama's gaze and found that he was looking at the people under the altar.

So Madara's gaze also swept across the faces, and the different expressions and vague hopes and hopes of the people left an indelible mark in his heart.

After that, Madara looked at the shrine, where the pure white paper pendant and shimenawa swayed gently in the wind.

After a long time, he looked away and drank the glass of wine.

Cheng slowly raised his sleeves, put the empty wine glass in front of the god, and filled it again.

She is not good at drinking, and it is hard to say what pleasure she can get from it. Although she drank it almost without pausing just now, the spicy feeling is still lingering on the tip of her tongue.

It wasn't long before she already felt that her face was slightly hot under the influence of alcohol.

According to the ceremony, after the first cup, they need to exchange wine glasses and drink the second cup to symbolize the conclusion of the marriage relationship.

"Just here."

Tobima finished his cup and said.

He took the wine glass away from her, and stared down at the flush on the girl's cheeks.

"It's just the two of us here."

Cheng shook his head.

She looked weaker than usual because of the alcohol.Cheng moved a bit, as if she didn't grasp her balance for a while, she fell forward, until she was caught by the door, and she looked into his eyes belatedly.

"you……"

Fei Jian opened his mouth and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Cheng suddenly leaned forward, borrowed strength from his arm, and drank the second glass of wine with his hand.

"Tobima, what did you pray to the god just now?"

She raised her body and looked at each other.

While asking him a question, Cheng didn't seem to want to get a definite answer from him.

She showed a faint expression of loneliness.

"Growing old together with your lover, or prospering offspring... Because the object is me, you probably can't pray to the gods for these things."

She might be a little drunk, otherwise she wouldn't be able to frankly express the guilt that had been pent up in her heart for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Tobuma, I restrained you because of my own selfish desires."

"If one party has to apologize..."

He stared at her face for a long time, and then, although his expression remained unchanged, he brushed the bright red corners of her eyes with his fingertips in a rare and gentle movement.

"I'm sorry, Cheng, for forcing you to get close to the person who almost killed you again."

Cheng laughed.

"I don't feel forced."

She said.

"Feijian, you are a gentle person."

"Just now I thought, since I can't wish for a happy marriage, then I'll pray to the gods, so that Tobima can be happy except for the trouble I caused."

Without you by my side...

The door hugs her shoulders, supporting most of the girl's weight. From the perspective of a third party, they are snuggling together like a pair of real lovers.

The corner of his mouth slightly curled up.

"It can't be done."