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"I can't even protect my own relatives, what is the Uchiha clan striving for power!" The boy's crying roar echoed.

Blood-colored, as if dyeing the whole world red.

The young man's face with a few tears in his eyes was full of stubbornness, and behind him was a large square pit dug by several people. There were three teenagers lying in the three pits closest to the teenagers, and if you looked closely, their eyebrows were very similar to the teenagers shouting.

"In times of war, the average life expectancy is only 20 years." A man in armor was carrying a knife and was chasing a seven or eight-year-old boy with a murderous aura.

"The reason why it's so low—" Finally, the man forced the boy who was fleeing for his life in a panic into a corner, like a hunter catching prey, and sneered and walked towards the boy who had closed his eyes in despair.

"Too many children are dying!" With one slash, the whole world turned red!

"Ahh Madara Uchiha screamed, then woke up from his sleep and jumped up all at once. After reaching out and rubbing his still sore head, Madara smiled bitterly.

According to the people who came to the Corpse Soul Realm at the same time as him, the present world was ruled by a powerful daimyo at this time, and the whole country was peaceful and peaceful, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and it was a thriving and prosperous scene.

However, the memories that keep coming to my mind and torment my soul are clear, I come from the Warring States Period!

Could it all be fake? No, Madara could clearly feel that the things that filled his memory, blood, corpses, the sneers of his enemies, the screams of relatives and friends, were not fake! Even now, Madara still recalls the heart-wrenching sadness of watching his three younger brothers buried!

But if all these memories are not fake, then why are there so many suspicions? Except for himself, all the other people who entered the Corpse Soul Realm at the same time were all in their mouths, plus their memories were only about nine years old, and their own body was obviously fourteen years old, similar to Aizen. How can all this be explained?

Whenever Madara wakes up from the nightmare of war, he thinks about it for a while. Luckily, he had a lot less time to think about it today.

"Madara, are you awake?" A gentle and heavy male voice came from outside the door, waking up Madara who was caught thinking about his past.

"Oh, I'm awake, Aizen!" Madara agreed, and then casually kicked the quilt aside. Then he immediately grabbed the loose black kimono beside him and put it on himself.

"Uh-huh," Madara's roommate and landlord, Aizen Yosuke, opened the wooden door to Madara's room and saw Madara, who was already dressed and looking at him with his hands on his shoulders.

This has to say that the memory brought Madara benefits. In times of war, human life is very worthless, and you may die at any time. If you want to live longer, you have to undergo brutal training. As one of the two major families, the Uchiha clan has been strictly managing the children of the family since childhood, which also makes Madara far beyond ordinary people in terms of physical flexibility, physical strength and combat awareness. Therefore, the speed of getting dressed will naturally not be slow.

"Don't you know that 'you have the master's permission to open the door' is a basic etiquette, Aizen?" Although Aizen does this every day, Madara still doesn't tire of saying to Aizen.

"It's the same sentence every day, can't you change it?" Aizen shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "Also, have you forgotten what day it is?" ”

"What day is it?" Madara is a little strange, and I don't know what Aizen refers to.

"I'm really convinced of you," in front of his best friend, Aizen put away his usual gentle smile and showed a rare expression of 'defeated by you', "Have you forgotten that today is the enrollment date of Mao Lingjutsu Academy?" ”

"Huh?" If Aizen didn't say it, Madara really forgot, although the recovered memory was only about nine years old, but Madara was already familiar with the ninja fighting style, so he couldn't help but despise the Grim Reaper's straightforward and unskilled fighting style, and his heart had long since lost the sense of awe he had for the Grim Reaper when he first arrived in the Corpse Soul Realm. Therefore, I naturally didn't pay too much attention to the assessment of the Death Academy. Now that Aizen said it, Madara remembered that there was such a thing.

"Did you really forget?" Aizen saw that Madara's blank look was not a fake, so he smiled bitterly.

"But it doesn't matter, it's not too late to go." Madara smiled nonchalantly, and then said. Although I don't think much of the single fighting style of the Grim Reaper is due to the memory in my head, for some reason, it seems that there is a voice in my heart, and it keeps saying 'go' and 'go' to him. So, Madara finally decided to take the entrance exam.

In order to take care of the civilians in the Corpse Soul Realm, the Mao Soul Academy placed the assessment location outside the murderous stone wall of the Silent Spirit Court, but at the same time, the Mao Soul Academy, as the first and only Death God cultivation school in the Corpse Soul Realm, naturally could not choose a humble place as the venue for the entrance examination, so the residents of Runlin'an, the first street of Flowing Soul Street, were fortunate enough to see the huge white houses that rose from the ground overnight. At this moment, there was already a long queue in front of the house.

"Ah, there are so many people!" A gorgeously dressed teenager got off the sedan chair with his father at a long distance from this examination room, and walked to the front of the examination room.

"Watch your manners, Guisheng." The young man's father, the patriarch of the Ida clan, a high-ranking nobleman in the corpse soul realm, Ida Shoucheng, said lightly, although Ida Guisheng is his only son, as the head of the clan, Ida Shoucheng still does not spoil his son too much.

"It's just that, father, the environment here is really bad." Although the young master Ida Guisheng has been strictly required by his father since he was a child, his father's requirement is to conduct combat training, and his resistance to these 'dirty, filthy, and stinking' untouchables in the mouths of his subordinates is actually not strong.

"Guisheng," seeing his son's performance, Ida Shoucheng couldn't help frowning, "You're very dissatisfied with me for letting you take this entrance exam, aren't you?" ”

"Yes, father." After sneaking a glance at his father, Ida Guisheng plucked up his courage and said, "I don't understand, why do I have to go to the Mao Spiritual Academy?" My cultivation at home doesn't have to be worse than here! ”

After hearing his son's complaint, Ida Shoucheng shook his head, then his face turned serious, and said: "Before the establishment of the Mao Spiritual Academy, as the armed force that guarded the royal family and the Corpse Soul Realm, it was an armed force composed of major nobles, and at that time, the nobles were the most noble and inviolable existence in the entire Corpse Soul Realm, and the Central Forty-sixth Room was the highest power in the Corpse Soul Realm. ”

Seeing that Ida Guisheng was silent and listened to himself, Ida Shoucheng showed a look of approval, and then continued: "And hundreds of years ago, after the current captain of the Thirteenth Guardian Team, Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekoku, established the Mao Spiritual Academy, the Mao Spiritual Academy provided a large number of fighters for the Thirteenth Guardian Team subordinate to Captain Yamamoto, and with the great increase in the strength of the Thirteenth Guardian Team, the responsibility of protecting the royal family and the Corpse Soul Realm also fell on them, This also led to a sharp decline in the power and status of the nobles and the Central Forty-Six Chambers. ”

"So" Ida Shoucheng's voice lowered, and he was about to say something more, when a commotion interrupted him.

"This is this"

"It's magnificent."

"Is this the aristocracy?"

Following people's eyes, Ida Shoucheng and Ida Guisheng saw a gorgeously dressed aristocratic girl at a glance.

"It's Miss Yeichi!" After Ida Guisheng saw the girl, his eyes were a little confused, and he muttered.

Seeing the statue of Brother Pig exposed by his son, Ida Shoucheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said in his heart: "It seems that this kid doesn't have to bother to convince him anymore."

Different from the low-key two fathers and sons of the Ida family, at this time, the eldest lady of the Sifeng Yuan family and the next head of the family, Ye Yi, was wearing a pink kimono embroidered with beautiful flowers, sitting on a sedan chair carried by two members of the Xing Army who were wrapped in black cloth, followed by a large group of black-clothed slaves, looking noble and extraordinary.

Yeyi's gorgeous pomp made the civilians of Wandering Soul Street look straight at him, of course, they were not the only ones who looked straight, and Yeyi's smile also made it difficult for Ida Takashi to look away.

"There's a lot of people around there, what's going on?" Aizen and Madara were late, looking at the chaotic scene in front of them, Madara pouted and said.