[Comprehensive] Forced to Mary Sue

The mission of Kiyota Castle failed in the end. Sakurai Castle, who came back to his senses, ordered the Senju clan to counterattack, not only killing the ninjas of the Uchiha clan who stayed behind in Kiyota Castle, but also taking away the kidnapped Hashihime and the instigator Saburo Michigaki .

Uchiha Tajima was furious about this. For Uchiha, no matter what, he could not be defeated by the Senju Clan.He sat in the corner and silently watched his father Uchiha Tajima clenched his fists until his veins bulged. His younger brother Quan Nai sat opposite his father, earnestly echoing his father's proposal to go to war against the Senju Clan.

He suddenly felt that maybe his younger brother never needed his self-righteous protection. Compared with him who was always skeptical about war, his younger brother Quan Na was the real ninja born of war.

At this time, the remnants of Kiyota City came to ask the Uchiha clan to help them rescue Dougaki Saburo. Uchiha Tajima readily agreed and stopped him: "Madara, you also go this time."

He nodded, then turned and left to prepare for the battle. His father's stern voice came from behind: "You don't need friends from the opposite camp. You are Uchiha Madara, the next head of the family. Your attitude directly determines Uchiha. I don’t want the powerful Uchiha clan to perish under the leadership of an indecisive patriarch after a hundred years.”

"I see."

He said that the black pupils gradually turned red, and the black Gouyu turned between the red pupils.Since he opened Sharingan, he has already made a decision.

He was never one to be indecisive.

In order to ambush the ninja team of the Senshou Clan, they made a very careful plan. Some of them will contain the enemies with higher combat effectiveness and rescue the kidnapped Saburo Michigaki, and he will be responsible for killing the one sitting in the sedan chair. bridge girl.

They lay in ambush in the woods, watching the team slowly pass by, until the sedan chair slowly appeared in their field of vision.He clenched the ninja knife in his hand and was ready to go. After the leader observed the situation, he made an attack gesture.The moment he received the order, he rushed out like an arrow on a fully drawn bowstring. The tip of his knife gleamed coldly, and before the members of the Qianshou clan had time to react, he stabbed Wearing a sedan chair.

However, there was no sensation of piercing into the human body from the handle of the knife. As soon as he lifted the curtain, the people in the sedan chair also looked up at him, with short silver hair sticking to her face, revealing a small Her bright black eyes reflected his red pupils, he was taken aback, and she had already said, "Long time no see, Big Brother Ban."

It was the little girl who shared grilled fish with him by the river valley.

Although he did think of the baby of the Thousand Hands family who was saved by him many years ago when he watched the other party go, he didn't think too deeply, he hesitated and said, "Are you Qiao Ji?" , when he saw her holding Kunai's small hand, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

"No, you are not Hashihime. You are a ninja from the Thousand Hands Clan."

He squinted his eyes, obviously, as a ninja from a hostile faction, the opponent should give him more reason to swing the ninja knife in his hand, but that possibility was like a hot stone in his heart, slowly burrowing in his chest. Rolling over, a name almost broke through his throat, pouring out.

Resisting the urge to laugh, he fought the young ninja, keeping a little distance between his shots, watching the opponent dodge in his dense rain of shurikens, and kept fleeing in a panic. Her silver hair flew up and down as she jumped from branch to branch.

not enough……

not enough……

not enough……

You are not strong enough, not strong enough to survive in this world...

You will...be a corpse at the feet of others...

Well, why not just die here and die by my hands.

His crimson sharing eyes are like the color dyed by the flames of hell. This dark thought almost instantly engulfed his inner joy. The shuriken in his hand was also pointed directly at the back of her head, but the end was shining brightly. But her silver hair burned his heart like a ball of fire, he seemed to see her blood dyed the silver hair red, her black eyes widened blankly, flies and vultures were circling around her corpse, her flesh and blood were floating in the forest. Between decay.

He stared straight at the shuriken that was about to sink into her brain. Kunai let go of his hand and knocked the shuriken away. With a "bang", the shuriken changed direction in mid-air, into her waist.

...Let's just say that, only when you get hurt can you become stronger.

His battle with the girl was finally interrupted by Hashirama who rushed over. He once had the same dream as Hashirama, to protect his younger siblings from growing up safely.However, from the moment he opened Sharingan, he understood that it was simply not practical to talk about peace in the war era. If he wanted to find a chance of survival in the war, he had to become stronger and keep getting stronger.

Fighting Zhujian now is like fighting with his former self. The more he fought, the more excited he became, and the fire dun and wood dun exploded in this mountain forest.Until the action failed and the leader announced his retreat, he got away from the battle and glanced at the girl before leaving.

And the girl was also looking at him, without the imaginary guard and doubt, but very peaceful.

There was already a faint smile in his eyes that had returned to the appearance of black pupils.

See you again, Qianshouzhuanjian.

After breaking with Zhujian, he seldom approached Nanhechuan, and occasionally passed by once or twice, but he would turn his face to the side and look in the direction of the Qianshou clan on the other side of the river, and then turned his head without any trace.

Later, as long as he heard that there was a team of Qianshouzhujian in front of him, he would choose to fight in person. He was like a special elder of the other party. He watched her strength grow little by little on the battlefield, and her stature increased little by little. The movements of dodging his attacks became more and more sensitive, and almost every time he fought her, he would be surprised by her growth.

However, not enough, still not enough.

He can still easily tear her body apart, crush her heart, and let her blood flow all over the ground under his feet.Every time he attacks, she can be injured, not serious, but not light, enough for her to lie down in the hospital until he finishes dealing with other battles and returns to her battlefield.

Although he was an opponent she could meet in every battle, he never wanted to kill her, just as she was never really afraid of him.

Sometimes he was very puzzled, the children in the Ming Ming clan kept crying when they saw him, but why this little girl from the Qianshou family was not afraid of him.Every time he came to the battlefield, he could always see this growing silver-haired girl waving at him from a distance and saying, "It's you again, Big Brother Ban."

He would answer with a smile: "Why, don't you want to see me?"

They exchanged greetings on the battlefield like old friends, but they met each other at the next moment. He chased her and fled all over the field, enjoying the process like enjoying a game. Even Quanna wanted to intervene in his battle. Will be dismissed by him.

Afterwards, they sat down peacefully to a meal.

In a village close to the country of vortex, around a bonfire, he used illusion. In the eyes of her and the group of children from the Thousand Hands Clan, he was just an ordinary young man.The other children of the Thousand Hands Clan were blaspheming behind him, and he was so annoyed that he was about to teach those kids a lesson with a dark face, but he saw her staring at his hand intently.

Laughing in his heart, he moved the wooden fish rice ball in his hand to one side, his dark eyes moved accordingly, he moved the wooden fish rice ball up, and she raised her head accordingly, raising her pointed chin.

"You want to eat?" he asked.

She nodded.

He gave her a rice ball and said, "Don't you hide a lot of food yourself?" He pointed to her scroll full of food.

She was holding the group meal and gobbling it up: "What do you know, the food you snatch from others is the best!"

He raised his eyebrows: "Oh, really?"

teachable.

The next day, when he left, she deciphered his illusion and recognized his identity. Her eyes moved unnaturally from side to side, and her speech hesitated, as if she was afraid of him. fear.

At that time, he really wanted to ask her seriously, are you not afraid of me, or are you not afraid of death, are you so sure that I will not kill you.

She waved at him, the corners of her eyes narrowed like crescent moons: "Then, Brother Ban, go slowly, see you next time."

... For a moment he wanted to touch her eyes, those black and white eyes, which always reflected his most peaceful appearance.Yes, I will not kill you, never.

Every time they say goodbye, they will say "see you next time", and this goodbye is just the deepest wish hidden in everyone's heart during the war years. I hope that when we meet next time, you will still be like this appearance.

He took her farewell, and a scroll full of food.

As you said, the best food is the one that is snatched from others.

Afterwards, he returned to the family land and took out a bunch of sardine sushi. Quan Nai looked puzzled next to him: "Brother, don't you hate sardine sushi the most?"

he:"……"

Quan Nai leaned in front of him, reached out and grabbed the plate of sushi and said, "Then brother, can you give me these sardine sushi?"

He glanced at Quan Nai, three black gouyu were swimming quickly in the red pupils, Quan Nai swallowed, and stretched out his hand.

"It's mine," he said quietly.

"But..." Quan Nai wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by him.

"this is mine."

He is not a picky eater, but he just can't stand the fishy smell of sardines. That day he looked at a table of sardine sushi for a long time, then reached out and took one, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly, the rice and fish melted between his lips and teeth One body, swallowed by him with difficulty.

Imagining the girl handing him the scroll with a stingy face, he squinted his eyes and decided to stab her in the stomach next time we see each other.

However, this time, there was no goodbye.

The next day, the news of Brickma's death from the Senju clan spread throughout the ninja world and reached the Uchiha clan.

He sealed the sardine sushi back into the scroll and walked slowly to Nanga River. The clear flowing water brought a few white petals. He seemed to be able to hear the faint wailing from the wind. The cemetery is holding a funeral again.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the scroll fell straight into the water with a "splash", and the splashed water wet his clothes. A small white flower drifted away in the Nanhe River.

"This is mine." He murmured, as if facing the river, but also as if facing the distance.

The sun in Nanhechuan was still hot, dragonflies tapped on the water surface one by one, wind and light enveloped him, and goshawks spread their wings and circled in the sky.

Until many years later, he used his pupil power to decipher the stele left by the Immortals of the Six Paths underground at Nanhe Shrine, and came to the cemetery of the Qianshou clan in the dark, and found the small tombstone.

He put his hand on the cold stone tablet, listening to the gurgling water, looking at the familiar name on the stone tablet.

"See you soon." He said with a smile, "I will see you soon."