The wind stops the grass of the southern country

[Three]

The time is long like a corridor.The old days whistled slowly through the corridor like the sound of wind.

In the next few days, there were only a few things that repeatedly appeared in Uchiha Sasuke's mind.

Like the seemingly endless dripping of water under the eaves.

For example, the pharmacist's face hidden in the haze and the scalpels and needles flickering with cold light.The radiance of those sharp weapons seems not only to refract the outside world, but to come from some of their own characteristics.

And Orochimaru's pale and weird smile.

He said, "Sasuke, you deserve to be my best container."

Sasuke snorted coldly, grabbed his Kusashie sword and turned to leave.Over the past year, he has developed the habit of never leaving his body with this sword.

White kimono, black sword.

"Wait a minute." Orochimaru's hoarse persuasion came from behind.

Sasuke stopped in his tracks, and looked at the man behind him who was pale and weakened day by day, but still as cunning as a snake, with a pair of bright red three-pointed jade.Like the king of the world.

"Sasuke has a mission for you to complete: assassinate the Daimyo of the River Country."

"Understood." Sasuke agreed calmly.

"Also." Orochimaru narrowed his yellow pupils just right, like a half-smile expression.

"Take Lucky with you."

Sasuke paused slightly for pressing the finger on the doorknob, then twisted it down, and his figure disappeared into the depths of the corridor along the half-open door.

Orochimaru sat quietly in the dimly lit room with candlelight, staring at the boy's back for a long time, a mysterious smile slowly bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

In fact, Sasuke didn't know the purpose of Orochimaru asking him to bring Lucky.For a year, he and Lucky have been single-handedly accomplished the task.Because they are all too powerful to need companions.Especially Lucky, every time Orochimaru appoints her to kill, she can always hang the head on the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard before noon the next day.

Her deadly alfalfa sealed her throat with blood.The killer Lucky's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, which is frightening.In addition to being widely circulated in the Tianzhi country, it has even been heard of in several neighboring small countries.Sasuke had never seen how Lucky killed people, and it was hard for him to imagine how this innocent girl who seemed as innocent as a piece of white paper was a hated evil god of death.

Since he has no memory, Lucky doesn't have strong values ​​and feelings.

In recent days, the only other name that can keep pace with killer Lucky is Sasuke Uchiha.This is what Sasuke earned through unremitting efforts.After all, at the beginning he was just a prey that was played around by her, but now if the two fight each other, at least they can fight evenly.

Sasuke really didn't understand why the assassination of a powerless daimyo required him and Lucky to work together.Although he and Lucky had a good relationship, they never worked together.Even training is always carried out in the form of a battle.

Subconsciously, this three-no girl has become a very important person to him.Even Sasuke himself was surprised that he could accept someone so easily.Another face soon appeared in his mind.

The blond boy smiling at him on the swing set, he frowned and shouted that Sasuke was an idiot.Every time he swears that I will surpass Sasuke's foolish passion.And in the last battle in the Valley of the End, when he said "I will definitely bring you back", his eyes were unshakably firm.

Sasuke closed his eyes, and endured the sourness welling up in his eye sockets.

In the end, aren't all the memories frozen into that photo?The photo that I left in my former residence and didn't bring.The boy named Sasuke Uchiha in the photo and him seem to be from two worlds.Including that whole world, and his world, were cruelly separated after all.

The little Sasuke who was wearing dark blue clothes and staring at the blond boy next to him with an awkward expression was the same person as the now cold and resolute Shura-like him.

Sasuke walked into the sunny courtyard, wanting to find Lucky to accompany him to practice.

The first thing that rushed into the eyes was a dazzling red, which was shockingly red.Then Sasuke saw a pair of surprisingly long chestnut hair.He couldn't help frowning. Where did he think he had seen such a back?But it seems that I can't remember anything.

Lucky, who was standing next to the red figure, turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw Sasuke standing in the shadow under the eaves, raised his head and smiled brightly at him.

"Sasuke, this is my friend. Feiqin."

The girl in red turned around. Under the strong sunlight, she had a peerless face. The corners of her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be painted with oil paintings, which was indescribably beautiful.If the pale and thin Lucky is a small alfalfa, then this girl named Feiqin must be the manjusawa who has bloomed to the other side of the underworld.

Feiqin looked at Sasuke's slightly astonished face, and smiled slightly.That smile seemed to make the cherry blossoms all over the tree lose their color. I really don't know how many heroes should be obsessed with such a peerless face.Just not including Sasuke.

"We meet again, Sasuke-kun."