Remnant bones

"Clang!" He raised his hand to block a swiftly approaching shuriken, but the kunai in his hand was also blown away at the same time.The silver-haired Konoha Anbe, who was wearing a mask, was leaning against a huge sequoia tree, panting in embarrassment.

Damn it... subconsciously touched the tool bag at his waist, the empty feel made Anbu's movements slightly stiff, but he was very smart not to pull out his hand immediately, but maintained that position, leaning over to watch out for the enemy opposite.

Although his reaction was not unpleasant, but not all of them were rookies. A senior Kirigakure jonin obviously saw something, and said with a sneer, "Stop pretending, your ninja tools have already been used up! Be good! If you catch him without a fight, you will suffer less!"

"Hehe..." Although he looked embarrassed, the silver-haired man smiled without any sense of tension. His lazy voice sounded extraordinarily comfortable, but it made the other person very angry: "Everything has its own consequences." First come, first served, the one behind you will arrive earlier than you, what's the rush~"

"...You! You are still stubborn when you are about to die!" A low laugh came from nowhere, which completely aroused the anger of the Jōnin.With a pale face, the other side sneered ferociously: "To tell you the truth, don't delay waiting for rescue... Your companion was forced to jump off the cliff to commit suicide a few days ago!"

The only exposed silver-gray pupil suddenly shrank.Even though no one could see the expression under his mask, they could still feel the change in his temperament.

Itachi, dead... That black-haired boy who was almost a round younger than him, with a handsome face all day long, but was extremely gentle, actually... died?

How is this possible... Staring at the maddened Kirigin in front of him in disbelief, the silver-haired Anbe's heart completely cooled down.During his ten-year life in Anbu, he knows better than anyone else what is a lie and what is a fact... The other party did not lie.

The limbs that were just weak before became extremely cold in an instant.He suppressed the smile that had been on the corner of his mouth all year round, and suddenly burst out with a strong killing intent, which made Xue Ren who was less powerful around him retreat involuntarily.Even that Jonin couldn't help becoming vigilant, and he no longer had the idea of ​​provoking the other party.

"died……"

In my memory, the black-haired companion with goggles smiled cheerfully.A pair of bright red eyes with black gouges, overlapped with Itachi's same pair of red pupils... Lazy's voice became deep, and the voice that didn't change much, but it made people feel terrified: "Then, you go Let's be buried with you."

"Zizizi——" The shrill sound, like the chirping of thousands of birds, suddenly sounded.

Dazzling electric sparks of white and blue flashed blindingly on the right arm of the silver-haired Anbu.At some point, the closed left eye opened, and in the bright red pupil that was different from the left eye, two small black goblins gradually differentiated into a third one, which spun wildly around the central pupil.

"Thunder, Thunder Dungeon!?" Wu Ninja opened his mouth wide in horror, but he only had time to let out an exclamation before being pierced through his heart by a long, slender hand covered with thin calluses: "Why, how is it possible... "That's, write, wheel eyes...

The bright scarlet eyes became the last image of Kirigakure Jomin before his death.It wasn't until this moment that he remembered that the mission objective clearly stated that there were two Sharingan owners... But because the other party never used Sharingan, and the silver-white hair, he forgot it behind his mind.

In the end, this became the biggest "failure" in his life, but he never had a chance to regret it...

"...Damn it! Kill him!!!" The other ninjas on the side reacted. At the same time, the shuriken and kunai in their hands rushed towards the unmoving person and corpse in the center.

Facing the iron rain falling on his back, the silver-haired Anbu did not hide, or could not hide.

Sharingan and Lei Dun completely consumed his last bit of CKL. He was already exhausted, and even stood up with perseverance.

Is it over... The blurry vision made it impossible for him to even see the face of the Kirin who was close at hand.In a trance, there seemed to be a familiar voice, whirring and pressing himself in his ear.

bring soil...

The tall body swayed slightly, and fell to the ground with a slam the moment his consciousness disappeared.However, the limp and falling body was unexpectedly not pierced into a hornet's nest by the many hidden weapons that swarmed in.

A kunai that came out of the counterattack knocked away the shuriken aimed at his heart, and nailed it deeply to the big tree trunk not far behind him.

The snow-colored figure, like a white lotus flying in the air suddenly, took all the hidden weapons lightly.

Let go of your hand, the kunai shuriken in your hand fell to the ground with a "ping pong pong pong", which is truly spectacular.I lifted my feet and hooked the silver-haired Anbu's neck to prevent his head from "kissing" the ground directly.Turning his head, he snorted coldly to the Xueren and Wunin who couldn't hide their astonishment, "Get lost!"

"Damn... who are you!?" Instead of the Kirinin who was killed by Konoha Anbe, another Jonin with Yukinokushi's forehead guard asked me angrily: "Why do you meddle in our ninja's official business?" !?" Just a little bit, the task can be completed!

"There is no 'why'." I lifted my chin slightly, raised the corners of my eyes contemptuously, and said in a cold voice full of disdain: "I want this man."

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Three or ten minutes later, there was only one person left standing.

He raised his hand to withdraw the "Bai Ji" who had pierced through the chest of a Xue Ren. On Yubai's knife, there was only a trace of red thread, which slid down along the mirror-clean blade surface, staining the natural pure white carpet under his feet.

With a muffled sound of "Plop", I kicked away the corpse that was blocking the way at my feet, and couldn't help panting heavily with my head raised.Under the reflection of the first ray of sunlight at dawn, the crystal sweat dripping down the cheeks was vaguely shrouded in a hazy white halo.

It's just that dead people don't appreciate such beautiful scenery, but I'm not in that mood.

Subconsciously raised his hand to cover the glare oncoming.After getting used to the environment a little bit, I looked at the dangling knife tip in my right hand, with the usual indifference on my face, but I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Sure enough, the consumption of physical strength has become faster...

His hands, which had been trembling slightly before, have not calmed down until now.Although there is no problem with holding the knife, this body...has begun to show signs of collapse.

His trembling hands couldn't even grasp the wine bag at his waist, and he was able to remain motionless while swinging the knife. It was only the instincts and habits he had developed over the years of practicing knives, all supported by his consciousness.Now, once he completely relaxes after eliminating the enemy, he will... "Boom!" With a crisp sound, the jade-colored knife hilt escapes the control of his palm and falls to the ground instantly.

"Cough, cough, cough..." No longer forced to suppress, the fishy sweetness overflowed to the throat.Violet thick blood leaked from the fingers and flowed down, embellishing the snow-colored kimono that was spotless in the battle with bright red plums.

The right hand tightly grabbed the skirt of the chest, and the severe pain of tearing, like the cracks of ice cracked, spread rapidly.In just a few seconds, all the strength in my body was drained. I curled up and slipped to the ground with my back against a redwood tree.I didn't care about the hem of my clothes stained by the mud, and the pain almost occupied all my consciousness.

I frowned tightly, and scary veins burst out from the corner of my forehead, making the originally handsome face extremely hideous.The skin on my chest had a few bloodstains, but it was nothing compared to the noise all over my body at this moment.damn it……

The pain didn't last long.

Just like when it came suddenly, after half a sound, the pain receded so suddenly.If it wasn't for the figure of him collapsing in embarrassment at this moment, he wouldn't even be able to find a trace of it.

"Ahem, I just used Xueji..." The side effects seemed to be unexpectedly strong.

The expression on my face gradually relaxed, I panted lightly, lowered my eyelids, the bangs on my forehead were wet with sweat, sticking to my neck in strands, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.Really, this is more tiring than organizing files all night for a week...

Because it is not the onset of a genetic disease, this kind of backlash outbreak of excessive use of blood inheritance comes and goes quickly.After resting for a while, I swayed and supported the tree trunk to stand up, bent down to pick up the fallen "Bai Ji", and sent it back to the body from the palm of my hand.

It seems that Xueji will be temporarily sealed up in the future... He wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth casually. If Zhangui hadn't been sealed up in the scroll and it was inconvenient to take it out, I wouldn't choose to use the "Bai Ji" that was just restored.Now it seems that it really needs to be kept outside.

Looking at the corner where the silver-haired Anbe was, I was about to look at the unconscious "trophy", but suddenly there was a faint "click" sound from behind.

"Who!?" The bone knife that was half in the body returned to my palm in an instant, and I used the tip of the knife with my backhand to block the opponent's vitals immediately.But when he saw the person's appearance clearly, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then his face darkened: "Did you see it?" I seem to have underestimated him... That is the original blood seal with [-]% strength.

The sharp blade drew a thin red mark on the opponent's neck, and a drop of bright red blood flowed down smoothly from the arc of the knife, touching my fingertips.

A pair of deep, pitch-black eyes, like a starless night sky, stared at me blankly, and in an instant, various complex emotions flashed again and again.

The black-haired boy didn't evade or perfunctory my question, and nodded without fear, as if the knife in my hand wasn't on his neck: "I see." From the beginning... to the end.

Skeleton veins... According to legend, the extinct "strongest melee blood successor" of the Huiye clan.As famous as Sharingan, the blood of the curse... It's not that I haven't doubted it, but when I saw it with my own eyes, the shock that caught my eyes was still impressive.

Itachi, who is the next head of the Uchiha family, knows more than ordinary people.Once, while feeling sorry for the annihilation of another powerful blood successor, Shigumai, he also felt a little relief for it.

There is no free lunch in the world, and the price of having great power is losing more of the most precious things.Kaguya's "strongest", the price paid is the short life.And Uchiha's "strongest" is accompanied by a curse in exchange for eyesight... The inheritance from generation to generation will be cut off under the rotten ocean of greed and desire for power.

He was just another inconspicuous wreck on this mountain of skeletons piled up with bones.I never thought that I could walk side by side with others on this road leading to darkness.It's not that I won't feel lonely, it's just that I don't want anyone to face the cruelty that I have experienced...

However, facing everything in front of him, Itachi didn't know how to react, fear, fear, loathing, contempt, greed, sympathy, pity... Or, the bitterness of sympathy?Or, finally able to get rid of the burden of walking alone, secretly happy...

Itachi couldn't help laughing wryly at his own despicable thoughts.

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Compared with Itachi, my understanding of Sharingan is far less detailed than his knowledge of bone veins.Although they could clearly see the unpredictable complex emotions in his eyes, they couldn't tell right from wrong due to the unfamiliarity between them.However, my intuition made me see a familiar shadow in him...

For the mission, you can decisively give up your life.However, at the same time, they have a desire to survive that ordinary people cannot match.Not afraid of death, but wanting to die.Those black pupils were filled with contempt for life, no matter others or himself... But the shackles of responsibility and emotion saw him firmly bound in a solid cage.

It's so similar... Just like when I unconsciously saved him back then, that strange familiarity gradually weakened my killing intent.It felt like seeing...another "self".

The other one, who can't find a reason to live and lives for others, is himself.

"Same kind"... Unfortunately, this cannot be the reason for me to let him go.It's just a simple image, which can't make me completely trust the other party rationally.Blood succession...is a secret, and it is also a fuse that is enough to start a war. I will not let anyone except me know everything about it.

So don't blame me...

Ignoring the momentary tight suffocation in my heart, I was silent for a while, and the killing intent dissipated, but there was a strange silence in my white eyes: "Itachi, do you want to die?"