"I can't stand it!" a teenager roared in pain by a stream near Konoha.

"Konohamaru, do you still want to be a shinobi like that?" A male voice that seemed more mature sounded, it was Naruto who had become the third class of the rookie Shimoshinobi to lead the team of Shinobi, at this moment he was leaning comfortably on the branch of a large tree by the stream, with a scroll spread out on his lap, holding a thin pen, and writing something from time to time.

Hearing Konohamaru's complaints, Naruto said without raising his head.

"But teacher, we have worked so hard to become a shinobi, is this just to do this kind of task?!" Konohamaru retorted incredulously, standing in the stream with boots on, carrying a garbage basket on his back, grabbing a pair of tongs and waving it, with an indignant expression.

Udon and Moehuang, who were also equipped next to him, also had an approving expression, although they didn't complain like Konohamaru, but they were really fed up with the current task of either weeding or picking up garbage. Tired, dirty, poorly paid, and most importantly, doing this kind of task all day long, so that they can't see the hope of their own progress, so how can they become a middle ninja?

"Every Shinobi in Konoha has come over like this, do you three have anything special to offer?" Naruto said casually, put away his pen, glanced at some of the experiences and questions of the new time and space ninjutsu on the scroll, blew it, and put the scroll away.

"I'm so powerful! I'm such a powerful newcomer, why do I do this kind of task?" Konohamaru said as a matter of course, "Wouldn't it be nice to leave this level of task to those newcomers who are not very good?"

"Hehe......" Naruto smiled and looked at the trio with strike tendencies, "I did these tasks when I graduated like you. Konohamaru, what do you think of your teacher compared to you now?"

"This ......" Konohamaru scratched his head, looked at each other with Udon Moe Huang beside him, and finally rolled his eyes at Naruto, "I said that I was better than the teacher at that time!

"Alas. Naruto shook his head and sighed, and jumped down on the branch with one hand, and the three little ones in the stream watched Naruto's whereabouts, but with a snort, Naruto, who was supposed to land on the ground under the tree, appeared on the edge of the stream closer to them.

"Actually, I also think this kind of task is too boring and a little easier. Naruto winked at the three children who were shocked, then smiled and walked towards the stream, and in the surprised eyes of the three Konohamaru, he stepped on the stream and walked on the water as if he were walking on the ground.

"So I'm giving you a special assignment as an instructor now, how about you only take on some tasks of pulling weeds and plowing the land before you can walk on the water?" Naruto said with a smile as he stood on the water.

……

"What are you, what are you...... The thief had a look of despair on his face, and a black arm pierced his chest like a sharp sword, and the thief gradually lost his strength and collapsed to the ground.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho......" The orange-haired and black-faced young man whispered a strange laugh in his throat, but there was no trace of emotion in his dark yellow pupils.

From the time the thieves jumped out to kill them, slaughtering them all like black demons, his eyes never looked at them.

By this time, the ground was already full of corpses of bandits, some of whom had even become pieces of minced flesh, and there were no dead bodies. The pungent blood stained the forest path black, and the last thief stood on it trembling as if he had collapsed.

Kurosaki turned his head to look at him, grinning silently, and the look in his eyes was completely different from that of a human.

The man finally went completely crazy in this inhuman gaze, and rushed to Kurosaki Ran in a broken down and yelled, "I'll fight with you!!"

Poof, Kurosaki opened his mouth, bit directly at the man's neck, and tore off a piece of flesh with all his might! Suddenly, the bright red muscles around the man's neck, and even the throat and trachea were exposed, and the blood spurted wildly.

The thief convulsed a few times, and finally fell to the ground on his back, completely dead.

Kurosaki grinned on his blood-stained mouth, chewed the meat in his mouth hard, and finally spat it all on the ground with a "poof". Then, at this time, the black that covered most of his body began to center on the right half of his face, gradually shrinking, and finally only his right face was inhuman black.

He let out a few whispered words, like a beast without reason. Then he continued to follow the glimmer of sensation that had guided him in the dark, stepping on the staggered scraps of flesh, blood, and corpses on the ground, and stumbling towards the other end of the forest.

Kurosaki felt more and more strongly that at the end of that feeling that was calling him, there was the answer he had always wanted—the answer to "who is himself?"

In this way, he continued to wander among the ninja world.

The original Kurosaki dye's relatives and friends were killed by him on the day he had a mutation. And since he started his wanderings from his hometown, the people he killed along the road were merchants, langnin, bandits, and passers-by...... It's already endless.

Anyone who stands in his way will die.

And in the long process of his killing, the black substance on his body became more and more and more black, as if there was a vitality slowly nurturing in it. Kurosaki Zor's consciousness seemed to have a pitch-black "tumor", squeezing his self-consciousness, making him painful, making him dazed, and making him unable to distinguish himself...... The pain was only diminished as he moved towards the breath that drew him to the distant horizon.

On this day, Kurosaki Dye passed by a small village, walked from the head of the village to the end of the village, slaughtered all the villagers who stood in the way, and then entered the mountain forest behind the village and walked towards the other side of the mountain.

As he got closer, he felt the aura that attracted him, getting closer and closer.

But suddenly, his footsteps on the mountain path suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and the black substance spread frantically from the right half of his face to his body, directly covering the surface of most of his body.

"This, the strand, the breath, the breath ......," Kurosaki said in a strange whisper with a stiff face. In his perception, an aura that made him feel inexplicably familiar suddenly appeared, as if it was a breath deeply engraved in his heart...... It doesn't seem to be far, somewhere in the mountains.

Kurosaki Dye turned around and walked slowly towards the aura.

……

In the valley in the mountains, a young man in white with a sword on his shoulder, and a young man wearing a red cloud windbreaker on a black background are separated by more than ten meters, and they have confronted each other until now. These two people have the same expressionless faces, the same few words, the same black hair and red eyes, and even their faces and appearances, they are seven or eight points similar.

In the end, the silence was broken by Sasuke, who looked at the biological brother in front of him who had finally caught up, and said with a slight sarcasm: "'Xiao' has been disbanded, what are you still doing in this dress?"

Uchiha Itachi didn't answer, just quietly looked at the younger brother in front of him, and finally made sure that this Sasuke in front of him looked at him in his eyes......

There really wasn't the "hatred" he wanted to see.