A cherry blossom. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The pink petals float away, as if they want to show their prosperity in one day.

The knots protruding from the bark, the unique brilliant color of the cherry blossoms, the swaying swings hanging from the tall branches, and the fluttering dance in the breeze are all the same as the real thing.

However, it is false.

It's not just that there is no major flaw in the aroma, and it's not that no cherry tree, no matter what kind of cherry tree, won't bloom in this early winter season.

Makoto stopped in the hallway in amazement, looking at the strange cherry tree with great interest.

A petal floated over, Makoto raised his hand to block it, and unsurprisingly, the petal passed through the sleeve of Makoto's trench coat without any real feeling, and continued to fly quickly to the side.

Makoto's eyes chased the petals, and it flew out of the corridor, out of the gust of wind, turned around, flew around Makoto, and finally gently "landed" on Makoto's palm, although it still had no real feeling.

"[Empty color]."

A soft voice was heard, and the world emerged in the shadows at the end of the corridor, not looking at Makoto, with eyes fixed on the cherry tree.

Makoto smiled, looking at the girl's bright red eyes with a little curiosity, and a pair of enchanting blood flowers bloomed in them.

The news of the world's opening of the kaleidoscope, Makoto has just learned about it, although the death of the Great Elder can make the world meet the spiritual conditions of the awakening kaleidoscope, but the talent that this girl suddenly showed in the bloodline still made the Uchiha people, including Makoto, startled.

The world was a little uncomfortable avoiding Makoto's gaze, and turned his face away and whispered, "It's the ability of my left eye, which seems to be in terms of illusion." ”

Makoto looked at the tree and said as he pondered, "It's not quite like an illusion, or in a general sense, an illusion that affects the enemy's nerves through chakra. ”

Neither the retinal nerves, nor the brain, have been invaded by chakras.

He walked around the hallway, walked under the tree, and reached for his fumbles.

It's a wonderful feeling, even though the shadow of the cherry tree is the same as the real thing, but you can't feel the subtle temperature difference.

Without Chakra's sense, Makoto opened his kaleidoscope and scanned the space where the cherry trees existed with Takamagahara, and at the same time carefully distinguishes them from the ground storage, but there is no trace of falsehood, illusion, or anything else.

Close your eyes and use only the chakra sense, it's a complete blank slate.

But when I opened my eyes, the tree was clearly here.

Is it the ability to manipulate simply "light"?

"Can the world imitate the 'dark line' of the first adult?"

The girl was silent for a moment, and the lines of her left eye turned slightly.

A "darkness" descended.

Makoto couldn't help but laugh "poof".

If it is said that the cherry blossom trees and shadows just now seem to look the same, this "darkness" completely exposes the embarrassment of the world's kaleidoscope ability.

A shadow covered the courtyard where Makoto and the world were located, but the sunlight that sprinkled the courtyard was not affected in the slightest.

Angered by Makoto's teasing, the girl bit her lip, and the shadow under her feet "crawled" up little by little along the surface of Makoto's feet. In the end, the black shadow obscured Makoto's eyes, but it was just like a piece of sunglasses, covering Makoto's vision with a layer of black.

Makoto shook his head, looked at the world, and said in a slightly serious tone: "It seems to be the ability to create some kind of illusory thing, but it can't exert any influence on reality at all, if this point can't be overcome, it's hard to be of any use." ”

Cherry trees, shadows, and even "darkness" can be simulated, but the real shadows and darkness are caused by the "blocking" of light by objects that exist in reality, so the ability to exert influence on reality cannot block the light, and can only simulate the effect of sunglasses.

"It doesn't matter."

The world put away the black curtain covering Makoto's body and shook his head, his hair tied to the back of his neck by a purple headband being slightly shaken.

Makoto was already simulating how this ability would be used in actual combat, and when he heard her say this, he frowned and asked, "What about the ability of your right eye, what is it?" ”

The world shook its head again: "I don't know." ”

Honestly dumbfounded, the girl calmly met his gaze, and for a moment turned away to look at the cherry tree in the center of the courtyard.

The two were silent for a while, and then spoke at the same time: "You ......"

Cheng smiled: "You say it first." ”

"Makoto, it's time for you to go to the family meeting." The world reminded.

"Let's go." After a pause, Makoto said calmly: "Kaleidoscope is harmful to eyesight, so use it as little as possible until you find a solution." ”

"Hmm." The world bowed slightly as a token of appreciation.

Makoto lowered his head and retracted his expression, paused, and left in an instant.

Under the cherry blossom trees, there is a figure on the empty swing.

It was a little girl who had no resemblance to the world, sitting on a swing among the cherry blossoms that fell like rain, giggling, stretching out her hand, and saying to the world, "Come up, world." ”

In the courtyard just now, the figure of the young man wrapped in a red trench coat and who has deepened in recent years also "appeared" at the same time.

Like a movie in rewind, his figure rewinds under the cherry blossom tree and transforms into the appearance of a little boy, with a cheerful smile on his face, pushing her behind the little girl, and although he does not speak, he also reveals a wordless welcome.

The so-called empty color is both the invisible color and the false tangible.

Although it is a tangible "being", it is empty after all.

A gust of wind blew, rolling up a few dead leaves, but it couldn't roll up the corners of the world's thick and luxurious robes.

The world is not a person who is immersed in the memories of the past, but sometimes it is tempting to wonder if we could go back in time when everything had not happened.

In such warm and beautiful memories, there is always a cold voice in her heart that reminds her that all this is false after all.

Wandering on the edge of emptiness and color, he clearly yearns for the kind of escape that can be abandoned and switched, but he is firmly nailed to the spot by his own sobriety.

This is the "contradiction" I faced.

Her eyes were complicated, and the cherry blossom, in this gust of wind, dissipated all at once.