"Boom!"

"Calm down!"

"Ahh......h Die! ”

"Note that the first kill target is the enemy leader!"

"Earth Escape: Heart Decapitation Technique!"

……

Danger lurks in the gloomy forest,

The screams after being injured, the sound of metal from the collision of kunai and shuriken, the explosion sound of the detonator being activated, all kinds of sounds kept ringing in the ears of the Uchiha Itachi.

Even the soles of his clothes and shoes were unconsciously stained with blood during the movement.

Even the Itachi is not qualified to shoot and really participate in the battle.

But just following Fuyue through the dense forest, from time to time blood would splash from all directions, and even raindrop directly from the trees, wetting his clothes.

For the first time, Itachi Uchiha was fully thrown into the encirclement of the battlefield.

From the family to the front line, in this large and small battle, I was in charge of cleaning up after the battlefield as a logistics team, so I didn't have the opportunity to experience this atmosphere up close.

And this time he was ambushed, which made him feel a strong sense of crisis!

"Whew-"

Forcing himself to adjust the rhythm of his breathing, Uchiha Itachi followed Uchiha Fugaku's figure closely, shuttling through the dark forest.

From time to time, he could see Fugaku's figure disappear in front of him, but it quickly reappeared.

And each time, the kunai in his hand was dyed bright red as if it had been re-rubbed with red paint.

This is war......

More than ever as a logistical logistical one, far from a bystander.

Now in the midst of a war situation, Itachi can better understand and feel the word "war".

Life is constantly passing,

It's like a bulging balloon, fresh and full,

But when the needles are gently pricked, with a "bang-" sound, the balloon will quickly deflate and become garbage left on the side of the street and left unattended.

Yes, garbage.

People are like garbage.

Itachi's calm face showed little emotion, leaving Konoha Village all the way to the border battlefield.

Along the way, he had seen too many Uchiha corpses, and he had also seen Iwa Shinobi's corpses, but their corpses were thrown on the ground like garbage.

They all lost their voices.

Even if one moment they were still fighting with high morale, but the next moment, they all lost their voices and became garbage with the same "quality".

No...... Wrong.

A person with the blood of the Uchiha and the precious Sharingan should be higher than the average Iwa Shinobi in terms of "quality".

Itachi thought to himself.

He didn't think about making a move, or getting involved in the fight.

Even in such a critical situation, he was always able to look at everything calmly and calmly.

At this stage, he simply does not have the strength to participate in such a battle, and seeking the protection of Uchiha Fugaku as his father is the only thing he can do.

As he galloped and moved away, the screams, explosions, and clashing in his ears became smaller and smaller.

Itachi was like an outsider, and didn't pay much attention to the fight.

On the contrary, he is more concerned about the fact that with his own thinking, the positioning of life is actually equated with the word quality.

It was difficult for him to accept this position.

If life is defined by quality, what kind of quality is one's own existence?

What will be the meaning of your own life?

From the beginning of this battlefield, Itachi never stopped thinking.

And now, in the middle of the battle, his brain is active to the extreme!

"This should be out of the confines of the war circle."

Soon, when all that came to the ferret's ears was the rustle of footsteps on the ground, they were far from the ambush circle.

In the middle of a secluded dense forest, overgrown with weeds and trees.

In the darkness, Uchiha Fugaku slowly stopped, observing his surroundings.

And when he found a tree hole suitable for concealment, he gradually fell into deep thought.

"Itachi...... Can you do it alone? ”

Suddenly, Uchiha Fugaku turned around expressionlessly and looked at his five-year-old child.

In the face of his immature face, although he couldn't bear it in his heart, he still insisted on asking, "I may ...... Need to be away for a while. ”

It is not an easy task to let a five-year-old child be alone on the battlefield, and this child is still his own flesh and blood.

If the team in crisis is the team of other Konoha families, perhaps Uchiha Fugaku will not consider going back to support at all.

But now that team is Uchiha's team, and he is the Uchiha's patriarch!

Itachi guessed in his heart that Fuyue was going back, but he still didn't have any emotions like being afraid, so he nodded and replied, "...... I can. ”

Strictly speaking, he is not a person.

Beside him, there was another person...... Or rather, ghosts are accompanying them.

Although the figure was gone, he could feel that the queen named Artoria was standing quietly behind him.

"Don't come out, I'll pick you up when the cleaning is over."

Receiving Itachi's answer, Uchiha Fugaku did not hesitate any longer, and pointed to the hole in the tree and motioned for Itachi to get in.

And before leaving, he emptied the traces of their movement in the vicinity.

Soon, with the rustle of his departure, the ears of the Uchiha Itachi, who was curled up in the hollow, lost all other sounds.

Dark and quiet.

Being in such a place by himself, Itachi can feel his five senses being expanded.

Especially...... Hearing!

In the darkness, the weasel can inexplicably feel the presence of something around it, is it a bug? Or is it ...... Person?

But this unknown did not make him afraid or panic.

Instead, the quiet darkness intoxicates and immerses you in it.

Here, you can think quietly about your questions without being disturbed by anyone.

"Are you still there? King. ”

Itachi politely called out in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, I'll warn you if anyone comes."

Artoria emerged from her hidden state, stood outside the hollow of the tree, and spoke softly.

Her voice was as calm and calm as ever.

And in addition to these, Itachi also felt an inexplicable tenderness this time.

"Wang, can we continue with the topic we haven't finished talking about yet?"

But contrary to Artoria's thoughts, in her eyes, the five-year-old Itachi curled up in the shadow of the tree hollow, looking at her calmly, "Are you still enthusiastic about the flames of war?" ”

Whether it was the expression on his face or the tone of his voice, there was no fear at all.

Those dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and there were hardly any mood swings.

Is this a psychological quality that a child should have?

The moonlight shone on Artoria's snow-like skin, and a hint of confusion flashed in her turquoise eyes, and she stared at Itachi, "Are you still thinking about this in such a dangerous situation?" ”

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Isn't the answer to these questions more important to you than thinking about how to survive?"