"Actually, I prefer fried rice to ramen."

"What the hell are you talking about—"

"In other words, I don't like ramen very much, and I prefer fried rice to ramen."

Looking at the blood foam and half of his body that splashed out, it was like chatting about homely things, and he said casually when he looked at the broken stumps and broken arms in the rain curtain.

There was no smell of rust, and the body that had been shattered in the torrential rain turned back in time in the blink of an eye, and once again reorganized into its original appearance, wearing white feathers.

But before he could make any movements, countless invisible blades cut through the raindrops, instantly passing through the rain curtain and splitting the Uchiha Mirror's tall body apart, and bursting into dispersion.

And Qimu Shuomao leaned against the porch pillar, and put his palm on the hilt of the knife with an indifferent expression, frowning as if he was in distress.

"Don't you think our ramen is a hassle to eat? There are always people who teach you the correct way to eat ramen, what is plated together, what is turned upside down, what soy sauce is too much, etc., there are many rules, isn't it? ”

Several white lines silently appeared in the rain curtain, and the body of the Uchiha mirror shattered and cracked again, returning to one in time.

It's just that Uchiha Kagami's face is getting paler and paler, and even if he wants to say something, the thin white lines that quietly emerge in the rain curtain will directly cut his throat.

In a second, it only took him a second to return to his original form. And he didn't need even a second to spread his power. But it was in this five-second period that he kept repeating his death and resurrection.

And the man who judged his fate like Aizen was leaning against the porch with a decadent face, listening to the sound of the rainstorm, and sighed and said:

"On the contrary, fried rice is very good, fried rice no one teaches you those things, just order a small side dish, and then the fried rice is a very beautiful meal. Personally, I'm a big fan of fried rice, after all, I don't like things that have too many rules, and that's what I do. ”

"The Uchiha family also used ramen pie at first, but now it seems that they are gradually realizing the beauty of fried rice and are gradually moving closer to fried rice. But that's not particularly good news for me. After all, it's better to eat fried rice alone, isn't it? A group of people share fried rice or something, and it feels so troublesome to think about it. ”

"Compared to a life bound by rules, a life bound by all kinds of hatred and prejudice, I recently feel as if I have realized that the most important thing for me is a good life. Don't you think so? ”

With his palm resting on the hilt of his sword, Kiki Shuomao looked at the inhuman-shaped man in the rain curtain and grinned.

And with a period of backtracking like a strange snowflake spot, those colorful pieces were reassembled into the shape of the Uchiha mirror, and then some were instantly crushed into mud in the next moment. Only the staccato sound came in fragments in the torrential rain.

"You-"

The throat is shredded with thin wire.

"In the end—"

The vocal cords are cut open and chopped.

"Saying—"

Lips are churned to shreds.

"What!"

The mouth is exposed to air.

As if it had become a giant human specimen, the Uchiha mirror in the rainstorm repeated the cycle of cutting and resuming.

Countless blood and fragmented hands were constantly circulating and shattering in this small space of less than a cubic meter, and they were filled again.

And looking at the grotesque and distorted scene, listening to the interlaced and broken words, as if it was a pity, Hachiki Sakumo shook his head, squinted at the Uchiha mirror in front of him, and the half-moon-like tired eyes flashed with a terrifying cold light.

"Say what? Well, didn't plan to say anything. It's just simple, in the face of the wicked person who wants to do something to my son, wouldn't it be too cheap to cut him directly? ”

"You guy—"

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to attack it? Where is the confidence of the Uchiha family? ”

Looking at the Uchiha Mirror, which had gradually lost its human form in the hazy phantom, the decadent middle-aged man laughed and scratched his scalp in embarrassment.

"It's distressing, isn't it? By the way, this is not my own merit at all, it is just the ability of a very simple slashing sword. My slashing knife is always liberated class. Very well-behaved kid, right? As good as Kakashi. ”

"Begin to solve, shatter dreams. After liberation, it will become an invisible blade that circulates around me at a super high speed, and the speed is probably as fast as the knife speed when I was at my peak, although it is not as fast as I am now, but it has the ability to envy me, he can ignore any means of defense, and from the perspective of space, cut and chop all enemies within ten meters around me. ”

"Although I can't raise my hand to summon a gravity torrent and start bombarding like that guy with Aizen, there is no big problem with at least one mosquito being evenly divided into seventeen pieces within the scope of my ability. The speed and frequency of the knife are about 21 times a second, and the flight speed is 400 meters a second, that is, 20 cycles back and forth. And I have ten of these invisible blades. ”

"Because it's an infinite liberation class, my manipulation of him basically doesn't have to think about it or consume anything. I could spend a whole day here with you. ”

Oh yes, the ability to explain is the rule of the battle on our side, after all, we have to provide information for Aizen.

Looking at the Uchiha Mirror, which was almost humanoid due to the cutting of the invisible blade in the rainstorm, the decadent middle-aged man smiled and took out a small wine bottle from his arms.

He didn't pretend that he was pulling out his sword, and took out a somewhat worn wine glass from his arms, sat under the rain, and watched the broken human figure pour a glass of wine, and watched the captain of the sixth team dismembered in front of his own ability while drinking.

From the skull, limbs, body, from the internal organs to the bones, from the vagus nerve to the blood vessels, almost every place that can be penetrated and divided is cut and chopped by invisible blades in the torrential rain. As the nerves began to grind continuously, the pain that almost penetrated into the soul began to make the Uchiha Kagami cry out in frenzy.

But because the vocal cords and throat had been slit countless times, in the midst of the torrential rain, no one even noticed the horrific torture. Only the decadent middle-aged man looked at the flesh and blood that was already kneeling on the ground and constantly dismembering and shattering, and poured himself a drink from the falling rain curtain.

After a while, looking at the Uchiha mirror that had no movement on the ground, Hachiki Sakushige looked at the wine bottle that was still a little left, and shook his head with some regret.

"That's bad luck, Uchiha Kagami. Obviously, I have such an almost immortal ability, but I was unlucky enough to run into a guy like me, who can be said to be a nemesis. ”

Looking at the Uchiha Mirror that was lying on the cold stone bricks of the street, panting like a wild dog on the verge of death, and his pupils gradually began to spread, the white-haired man shook his head and walked straight into the rain.

As if an invisible barrier had separated the rain curtain from him, an invisible spherical shield slowly wrapped his body, without a trace of raindrops on his body, and walked straight to the Uchiha mirror, leaning down to look at the descendant of the Uchiha family, who thought highly of himself.

Believe in Konoha's will to fire, believe in the words of the second generation, and know that there is nothing too big a problem with his family, but he loyally defends the theory of the cursed family. Even by leading by example, he never doubted that there was anything wrong with the Will of Fire and the cursed words. For him, since he is a cursed family, he has to wash away the curse.

This is a matter of course for the vast majority of Konoha ninjas. It's just that for Hachiki Shuomao, who died once, this is not too fundamentally different from rubbing salt on his wounds.

It was the thing he hated the most, and the thing he couldn't face the most.

Because he believed in the words of the village and believed that his actions could prove his innocence, he finally let his son bear an unimaginable burden. This is something that he can't face for the rest of his life.

He may be worthy of everyone and use his death to face the village's accusations, but he will never be able to face his own son. So the behavior of the Uchiha mirror really completely angered the old salted fish of Hachiki Shuomao.

"Actually, I wasn't going to do anything to you. If you don't mention my son, I'll take you straight to Aizen. ”

Squatting beside the fainting Uchiha Mirror, Hagi Sakumo dragged the Uchiha Mirror's hair and walked in a certain direction like dragging a dead dog.

"But you threaten me, threaten me with my son. I've lost him once, and I never, never, want to lose him a second time. So, I'll take you to Aizen. As a loser. ”

Coming to a shadowy corner, the bodies of the two men began to fall black mud continuously. After the black substance was immersed in the shadows, the figures of the two silently blended into the shadows, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived in another area.

And such an inexplicable stimulus also made the Uchiha Kagami, who had fainted briefly due to severe pain, slowly open his eyes.

In the merciless drag of Hagi Shuomao, he saw a room full of materials and labels.

And in the middle of the lamp, a figure in white haori that he will never forget in his life was sitting upright on a chair writing something. Looking at the appearance of the Uchiha mirror being dragged in, he pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose and showed a gentle smile.

"Ah, Kagami-kun. I thought you wouldn't be at this party. ”

“……”

The Uchiha Mirror, who was dragged in like a dead dog, looked at Aizen, who was calmly reading the report in the light, and after all, he couldn't support the exhaustion of his mental strength, and his eyes rolled and he fainted.

(End of chapter)