The recorder finally spoke up, enraged that Danzou had taken the whip from my hand and blinded him in one eye.

Good job.

The pain of unrelated personnel is the only soothing thing I can get right now.

I was ordered to take this recorder to Konoha Hospital to report back to the Hokage by the way, and I nodded in response, helping him out of the roots, and throwing him on the side of the road to listen to his wailing to pass the time.

It would have taken a lot of time to take him for treatment, not to mention the fact that I had to send a text message to the Hokage, which I didn't like to see, because she was still suffering, and I was afraid that the interrogators other than me would beat her to death.

……

For five minutes, I spent five minutes listening to his screams, plucking his eyes and crushing them on the soles of his feet, silently asking him why he had not stood up in protest until now.

I went back to the interrogation room, a little too weak to hold the whip, but I didn't dare let the demon order another person to whip her.

In just one minute, I took advantage of the time I was out to fill the entire underground corridor of the root with countless shadow creations, waiting for him to relax, ready to take her away at any time.

I waved the whip in my hand, imagining the life of rebellion in the future—she certainly didn't want to live like a rat on the street, right?

Then I can only wait for that demonic aura to disappear, and let her take my head and pretend to be innocent and go back to Konoha.

……

He's come to her rescue.

He was doing what I didn't dare to do unscrupulously, and he was also using the external force I provided to kill all the way from Yongdao to the face of that demon.

I was jealous because she was leaning against his shoulder blade with a look of relief, even though she was in a semi-conscious state.

I was relieved with her.

I love her because I really love her.

June twenty-one, I don't know.

This time I sat in the chair, and the demon noticed afterwards that I was covered with the secret techniques he had taught me, and used the shadow creation to help him kill him.

This time it was no longer my superficial whip that fell, but a ninja-level torture instrument in the enemy village, and I watched as the flesh and blood on my limbs were peeled off piece by piece, but I didn't feel the pain.

All the organs on his face were cut off except for his eyes, his limbs were left with only nerves and mutilated muscle tissue, the field of his abdomen was cut into several knots by his former colleagues, and his liver and gallbladder were still crushed by him when he felt pain.

I don't regret it.

……

I saw the emotion in my colleague's eyes and wanted to tell him - do it boldly, at least it won't be in vain.

But I couldn't speak.

The demon came up to me and unexpectedly asked me what my last wishes were.

My throat has long been gouged out, and I can only use the chakra to condense the last shadow creation and let it convey my thoughts for me.

I said, "Let me look at her again." ”

He agreed without hesitation, and in a way that he couldn't get tired of playing, he pointed to the ground with his cane and summoned a few ninjas from the sealing class.

The rotten flesh on the ground returned to my body under the power of ninjutsu, and the organs returned to their places one by one seamlessly—but they were not touchable.

He said in a voice that seemed to contain thick phlegm: "The shortest is fifteen days, and the longest is twenty days." ”

You're going to die.

I know what he meant by the words he didn't finish, because I also learned this ninjutsu, which is quite a vicious forbidden technique that can bring people back to their previous state when they are about to die, but they are all appearances.

June 22, sunny.

I saw the outside world for a long time, and I was eager to stay by her side for a few more days.

I saw her, dressed in a bright pink kimono, leading him through the streets of the city that never sleeps, and my mouth was a little dry, as if the mark on my tongue was beginning to melt.

……

I found Sakai and guarded her with him, but was knocked unconscious by one of the Assassins, who didn't do his job as a guard.

She signaled, and I rushed with Sakai with apologies to punish us.

"Your share won't be less yours."

She said this if the thing in this sentence was not pain, but love......

She forgave me and Sakai under his embrace.

June twenty-three, cloudy.

She was obsessed with him in front of the Konoha Gate, standing until his back was completely gone, and then turned to leave.

June 24, fine.

The nails of his left hand began to fall off because it was already on the ground.

July twenty-eight, rain.

The ninjutsu scroll, which symbolizes the signs of Sakai's life, was manipulated by me, hoping that he can live a better life in other countries.

July 13, cloudy.

In addition to the conversation when I was buying ingredients for her in the morning, she called me again, and her eyes seemed to be a little red and swollen.

She told me about her brother, and her face was full of malice like a little fox.

I noticed the futility of her steps and the paleness of her face, and I hurried to use it as a cushion for her when she fell.

When I made this move, I found that she was holding on to the cabinet in the kitchen, which made me feel a rare embarrassment, and I was eager to find something to talk about to cover up the past.

"Sakai's business, thank you for saving him from the roots, and ......"

I received her will, and I opened my mouth to talk about Sakai, but after I finished speaking, I couldn't help but want to express my sincerity, because I knew that in two days—the hour was coming.

She waved her hand and casually interrupted what I was about to say.

I don't regret it.

July 14, fine.

I told her about the results of the last mission, but she was questioned.

Some lonely.

July 15, fine.

I found a secluded alley, as far away from her territory as possible.

They began to return to the ground, peeling off, and the crushed liver and gallbladder felt the pain again, and the throat was full of blood and sticky discomfort.

It's painful, it's painful.

I'm going to engrave my thoughts in my journal before the flesh of my arm falls, and even if I can't convey it, I'm going to tell the demon how rough his craft really is. I would also tell my colleagues that they are human beings, not puppets.

At last......

I love you because I really love you.

- Sacrifice