"Aren't you a subordinate of Orochimaru?" Kakashi was suspicious, and repeatedly examined Sasuke's body, and after making sure that Sasuke had just fainted and was fine, he took Sasuke: "You are ......"

"It doesn't matter who I am." Terukaze looked at Sasuke, who was unconscious in Kakashi's arms, and said seriously, "I've heard Hizashi say that you are a very good ninja. Since he is Sasuke's teacher, he should not be ashamed of the name 'teacher'. A 'teacher' is a person who guides the way forward and the light. I'm not a good teacher, so I came here. …… Sasuke will be handed over to you, Kakashi. ”

These unfinished words made Kakashi even more confused. She somehow taught Kakashi a lesson—or rather, blamed herself. However, the red-haired woman didn't seem to have time to explain to him at all, as if she had other anxious things. Without hesitation, she pulled away and retreated towards the other side of the riverbank.

Terukaede pulled back to the point in time of Uchiha Itachi's death.

Oops-forgot to erase Sasuke's memory.

Forget it, and many years later Sasuke will think that her existence is just an illusion.

She thought that this time Sasuke would not leave the village, so it would be possible for a qiē to change. Perhaps, the ferret has been resurrected.

Will he listen to the sound of the little fragrant bamboo leaves rubbing and sit there blankly?

Human emotions are really troublesome, and she wouldn't have traveled back and forth in time and space again and again for the sake of a human being.

Zhao Fenghong returned to the small courtyard surrounded by enchantments, which was as quiet as when she left. The slightly blowing wind blew the leaves of the small fragrant bamboo, and the rustling sound of the leaves rubbing against each other came from afar and faintly. Her steps scraped across the wooden floor, and the room was silent.

Zhao Fenghong's heart beat nervously, like a student waiting for the announcement of her grades, or waiting for a river crosser to be punished, her eyes carefully looking in through the crack in the door—unfortunately, nothing changed. On the bulletin board of the grades, the student still failed, and the person who crossed the river was judged guilty and had to be crushed by a poisonous crocodile in the river.

The black-haired young man lay quietly on the ground, his hands at his side.

Shruchi's beating heart calmed down, she pushed open the door and went back to cut Uchiha Itachi's hair. Her fingers ran over the black hair around his cheek, and she muttered something in her mouth.

"I'm sorry." She said softly, "You sleep a little longer, and I'll be away for a while." ”

A golden light surged from beneath her feet, enveloping her body in an instant. Time regressed lightly, enveloping her consciousness and speeding away into history.

A golden full moon hung in the night sky, and the sleeping village of Konoha was drowsy. The Hokage's head looked down on the village from a high vantage point on the mountain wall, soft moonlight falling to the ground. In the silence of the night, Zhao Fenghong knew that there was a nameless massacre going on somewhere.

This is the day that Uchiha Itachi completes his mission to exterminate the clan and leaves the Konoha Shinobi Village to become a traitor, and it is also the day when the story of this tragic ending originates.

Terukaede ran straight through the wall and headed towards the Uchiha clan, not worrying about whether such a movement would alarm the sleeping villagers. Her long red hair cut through the wall, leaving a swift afterimage.

"Wait—"

A distant and familiar voice came from behind.

Zhao Fenghong turned her head with some vigilance, and at a glance caught a glimpse of the thin fourteen-year-old girl - that was her former self, and after being thrown into this time and space, she had no clue and could only chase and run.

Time goes round and round, and a qiē reunites here to solve the puzzle.

"Hey—stop me!"

No response.

"I'll tell you to stop me!"

At that moment, Zhao Fenghong even wanted to shut up her former self. It's good to be alert, but when the object of alertness is oneself, one qiē becomes very troubled again.

Not surprisingly, the four weeks were quietly stilled by his fourteen-year-old self. The surrounding qiē is artificially frozen, including the maple itself. The corners of her skirt and the strands of her hair were frozen in mid-air at an eerie angle. However, such a freeze, which lasted only a few seconds, was unraveled by Zhao Fenghong.

These short seconds still bought time for the fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong. She pounced, and the two of them rolled on the ground and fell into a ball. The adult Zhao Fenghong, who had lost her image and was still blocked in her way, finally got angry, she stood up, and said with some anger: "Don't get in the way!" Otherwise, you will fall into never-ending regrets! ”

It's an absolute regret! Crazy regrets!

She wasn't so angry because there was nothing to be angry about. No matter how sad things are, in front of her is just the word "fate", and there is nothing worth anger and fighting for. The only time I was so angry was because of my past self.

Her words made the fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong stop.

She could finally run towards the Uchiha clan, though she knew it was too late. The rich smell of blood rushed from the front, and the salty smell of rust overflowed the nostrils. She followed the route she remembered, lifted the curtain in front of the clan land, and took a few steps inside.

“…… Itachi-kun. She exhaled slightly.

The young man in front of him held a short knife in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at her, and his scarlet eyes seemed to be surging with countless stars of memory. For a moment, his face coincided with that of Uchiha Itachi lying under a small bamboo bush in bandage. His lips moved, and a trembling voice squeezed out from under his tongue.

“…… Teacher. ”

Dark red beads of blood slid down the blade and fell at his feet.

The brain went blank.

The only thing he could do was to walk up and hug him with outstretched hands. Ignoring the blood, ignoring the trembling hands, ignoring the low-hanging night, he put his trembling fingers on his shoulders and embraced him into his arms.

"The teacher is here." She said, "Sorry, it's late. ”

The Uchiha Itachi remained motionless, neither making a sound nor turning his head. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, even if Zhao Fenghong did not activate her power. When she came back here, back to this lover who had not yet fallen in love, her heart was beating fast. She took a deep breath, but could only smell the thick smell of blood.

"Let's go, teacher." Itachi moved and pushed her away. He stepped back, his long eyelashes twitching, "Someone is coming." ”

"Where are you going?" Zhao Fenghong asked, "I'll accompany you." ”

"No accompaniment." Itachi retreated farther and farther away, and in the blink of an eye with her, he was separated by a few steps: "It's good to see the teacher again." ”

Zhao Fenghong froze in place for a while, and she said with some annoyance, "What are you talking about?" Itachi-kun! It's too windy! I listen! No! See! I'm leaving with you! ”

At such times, she just couldn't calm down. The old stories and big truths are all useless.

The Uchiha Itachi seemed to be hiding something, and he jumped backwards quickly, his figure unbelievably fast.

"Wait, Itachi-kun!" Zhao Fenghong raised his footsteps and chased after him - Itachi's speed was too fast, and he was also a good hand at anti-tracking, but unfortunately he couldn't avoid the eyes of the gods. No matter how he hides his whereabouts and hides his figure, he will be accurately found.

In the end, he went straight through the outer barrier of Konoha Ninja Village, stayed outside the barrier, and looked back at Terukaede. Maybe he thought that Terukae Red would not be able to pass through the barrier without alarming the ninja without a technique, but he was wrong, and His Highness the Divine Highness unceremoniously passed through the wall, without the slightest hint of concealment, and stood straight in front of him.

"Don't hide from me, Itachi-kun!" She brushed away the branch hanging from her head and said, "I just wanted to have a few words with you." ”

"......" This time, Itachi finally stopped his repeated evasion, he raised his head slightly, and said, "Okay." ”

"Time is pressing, I want to think about the most important words." Zhao Fenghong frowned and was silent for a while, and then said seriously: "Itachi-kun, you will fall in love with me in the future." So, for my sake, don't give up the present one lightly. ”

The Uchiha Itachi showed a look of surprise, and this expression only flashed, and soon disappeared under the pale face, as if nothing had happened.

"I'll always believe in you at all times." Zhao Fenghong said to the thirteen-year-old child, "No matter where you go, I will find a way to retrieve the lost qiē, about mine, about you, about me and yours...... This is a dead knot that cannot be untied between us, which is determined in advance by fate. ”

"What do you do...... It's a dead knot that I knotted. If you give up on yourself, I'll go back and forth until I'm exhausted. Zhao Fenghong continued: "...... Do you understand? What the future of you means to me. ”

“…… Teacher, you ......" Itachi said half a sentence and hid the rest of the words in his mouth.

"I'll be waiting for you in the future." Zhao Fenghong stretched out his hand to him, but it was too late.

She didn't touch the top of the ferret's head or shoulders, as the hand had vanished in mid-air. Golden dots of light spread out from her fingers and gradually spread to her arms, and the flying and circling golden butterfly came to greet the owner of the Sea of Time, and a golden pillar of light instantly fell from the night, and her figure disappeared in a ray of light.

When the light dissipated, only the branches and leaves in the night were left to hunt and move.

Itachi stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the half-stretched palm of Zhao Fenghong's hand just now. However, his bloodstained fingers could only touch an endless night sky. The black night fell from the sky like a soft cloth.