The Hidden Leaf Village cemetery was silent, the autumn wind seeming particularly bleak today.
The Uchiha clan members, dressed in solemn black attire, stood around the tombstone in mourning.
A lone crow circled high above, leaving only its hoarse caw, desolate and lonely.
This was Tong Ren's funeral.
At the very front of the tombstone, Uchiha Chiri stood alone, her eyes slightly red, her heart feeling as if it had been soaked in cold water, without the slightest warmth.
"You were always so sincere and passionate, your enthusiasm will continue to be passed on, warming every corner of the village..."
In Uchiha Naka's heavy eulogy, the crowd stepped forward one by one, placing pure white flowers in front of the tomb, mourning this young man who was as brilliant and fleeting as fireworks.
As the funeral ended, the crowd left in turn with complex thoughts, leaving only three people in the bleak autumn wind.
Orochimaru's gaze was complicated, he did not look at the tombstone, but stared straight at Chiri's back, the breeze blowing his long hair, but unable to melt the faint look of unbearable pain hanging between his brows.
The scene of Tong Ren being pierced through the heart and Uchiha Taki's head being blown to pieces by a stump flashed back in his mind like a slideshow.
Life... is such a fragile thing...
Uchiha Nen stood quietly beside Orochimaru, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
His whole body was covered in dirty blood stains, he hadn't had time to change his clothes, his face was uncharacteristically expressionless, as if his anger had been vented, and his scarlet pupils seemed to be covered in ice.
Chiri's voice came from the front, her voice ethereal, with a hint of coldness.
"Tell me, how did he die?"
She turned her head, bright red blood flowing from her eyes, her Sharingan twisting and twitching, the three tomoe stretching each other after merging, blooming into a red shamrock.
A pair of clear and beautiful Mangekyo Sharingan appeared in front of the two.
Orochimaru's heart shook, being stared at by those eyes, he immediately felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, the biting cold seeping into his skin from every pore.
On the other hand, Nen was much calmer, he reached out and put his hand on Orochimaru's shoulder, and said:
"We had already won, but the situation reversed in an instant, the already dead Uchiha Taki appeared behind Tong Ren like a ghost... I tried my best, but I couldn't stop it, but in the second before I killed Taki, I found that he was blind in one eye."
"Izanagi...?" Chiri was silent, for a moment her eyes were filled with complex emotions, there was anger, guilt, and also sadness, and finally she slowly closed her eyes, as if to cut off everything.
When she opened them again, all the emotions disappeared, leaving only a strong determination.
"I must, end the civil strife!" She vowed silently in her heart.
Nen winked at Orochimaru, his lips moved, and he said in a low voice:
"Calm down, the predecessor must have his reasons for doing this."
Chiri's ears twitched slightly, and she turned her head and asked suspiciously, "Predecessor? What predecessor?"
"Ah... that..." Orochimaru tentatively said, "We were saying, it would be great if the predecessor was here, but if it was him, he should be able to easily stop all this."
Chiri walked over slowly, her pupils deep, "Powerful power is often accompanied by unforgettable pain..."
She raised her head, her erratic gaze fell into reminiscence, and the smiling face of a handsome young man flashed through her mind for no reason.
"None of us can know what kind of pain he endured back then, and who were the powerful enemies he faced..."
Several thousand miles away from this place, two figures were confronting each other in mid-air.
One was dressed in white, as pure as snow, with a pair of blood-red Six Tomoe Rinnegan. Half of his forehead was shattered, but his face showed no sign of discomposure. The slender, red fishing rod emitted a dangerous, cold light.
The other had disheveled black hair and stood as firm as a mountain. A pair of scarlet eyes were as bright as glass, swirling with gorgeous patterns. The Guardian God Sword was already unsheathed, and a faint cyan light flowed slowly along the blade.
"Accept your fate, Uchiha Shin'yu. In your current state, you can't hurt me at all!" Otsutsuki Urashiki said.
"Go to hell, Uchiha Shin'yu. In this era, you can only obediently wait for death..." Shin'yu mimicked a certain arrogant and domineering line in a light tone, "You should have said that when we first met."
"I really hate you, whether in the future or now!" Urashiki heard the mockery in his words, and the veins on his right hand, which was gripping the fishing rod, bulged.
Shin'yu raised Frost Descent One Heart, the tip of the sword pointing straight at the sky, the cold blade facing Urashiki.
"Dare to call yourself a 'god' again?"
...
Two hours ago, inside Hidden Leaf Village.
While Nen, Orochimaru, and Tong Ren were fighting Uchiha Taki in the forest, Shin'yu was watching coldly from the shadows.
Beside him were the tall and graceful Uchiha Hikari, and an old acquaintance from Hidden Leaf Village, Kakuzu.
In fact, his attention to Nen was much deeper than he showed on the surface. The Ninja Cats scattered throughout Hidden Leaf Village and the Uchiha Clan Territory brought him the latest information every day.
Therefore, he was basically aware of the recent civil war within the Uchiha Clan and the unpredictable atmosphere.
The reason he came today was because he predicted that someone might target Zhi Li recently.
In Shin'yu's eyes, Zhi Li was always a kind-hearted little girl. Despite being the captain of the Hidden Leaf Police Force, she was still gentle and kind at heart.
Forming an alliance with Uchiha Naka, using her accumulated connections to compete and assist him in taking the position, was a very foolish act in Shin'yu's opinion.
Although this could quell the internal strife in the fastest time, the essence of the Uchiha's infighting had not been changed. Her pity would not only fail to unite everyone, but would also intensify the conflict and breed seeds of hatred.
She underestimated the unpredictability of people's hearts and overlooked the cruel side of human nature, which would eventually bring harm to those around her.
However, unless it concerned his own interests, Shin'yu was unwilling to interfere in the fate of others. Only when Uchiha Nen and others encountered a life-or-death crisis would he choose to help.
When he witnessed Tong Ren being backstabbed and killed by Uchiha Taki using Izanagi, he finally sighed softly.
"After I revive him, I'll take him to the Land of Iron for the time being. Don't let him come back until the Uchiha civil war is over," Shin'yu said softly.
Kakuzu nodded, his voice muffled, "Although it's irrelevant, I still want to ask, why does he have to be the one to take him away?"
"Do you want him to die again?" Light glanced at Kakuzu, "We're here today, but we might not be tomorrow. As long as the crisis isn't resolved, he's still in danger."
She looked at Shin'yu, "What are you planning to do with Tong Ren?"
"He's not suitable to be a Ninja. He'll just be a wealthy merchant in the Land of Iron in the future, living a leisurely life."
Shin'yu replied, then activated his Mangekyo Sharingan, his right eye staring at the figure in the pool of blood, the pattern turning gently.
Under the effect of some mysterious power, Tong Ren, who had originally lost all signs of life, actually regained a faint heartbeat. The wound healed instantly from the inside out, and the pool of blood flowed back into every blood vessel in his body, as if it had never appeared.
"Kakuzu, let's go get Tong Ren..."
In an instant, Shin'yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he pushed Light away as if he had sensed something.
"Whoosh!"
A streak of crimson light shot past between the two of them. Uchiha Hikari instantly activated Sharingan, and she saw clearly that it was a slender fishhook!
If Shin'yu hadn't reacted in time, both of them would have been pierced by this ghostly thing!
Behind them, the space folded outwards like a piece of paper, revealing a deep, dark hole. A tall, thin figure emerged from the hole.
His skin was pale, and his eyes were empty and jade-like. Perhaps because the sneak attack had failed, there was still a hint of regret on his face.
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