No fortune telling _ fortune telling calculation m.life

This may be the last time.

Hatake Kakashi pushed the fox's face away and leaned in a relatively clean corner without any emotional thoughts.

In order to cover his teammates' retreat, the consequence of being behind the house alone is that it is difficult to fly in this narrow "cage", and his soldiers' grain pills have been exhausted as early as three days ago. The only remaining chakras can't even put out a busy person, and they are still being consumed by the gifts of their dead friends. This also counts.

The real despair is the space that can't be opened, and there is a little oxygen left.

The scene in front of us has begun to appear double. Kakashi had to pull down his mask and gasp, but he couldn't get enough oxygen, and his eyes were forced out of physiological tears. Sorry, Tui, the future you can see must end here.

Instead of feeling sad, he felt relieved. Everyone he loves is gone. They all live happily in another world, but he can't see them so easily, because his life doesn't belong to himself, but to the teenager who saved him and gave him eyes.

"I will be your eyes and help you see the future clearly."

This sentence is like a chisel, nailed to his eyes that don't belong to him, painfully reminding him who he inherited his life from. Therefore, before he has to die, he will try his best to live, protect the will of his deceased companion and protect the lives of the villagers.

The eyes given by his companions made him willingly become a tool, but always reminded him that he was still a person, even though those parts that belonged to human beings had begun to collapse, and there was no possibility of remedy.

Now he will get what he wants. Even if he doesn't catch anything and feels guilty, what does it matter if he can see them? Even if they hold hatred and malice, as long as they can see them ... Look at him, he is fearless.

His hand lay flat on the ground and his fingertips began to twitch slightly. The last bit of chakra in the body flowed to the bright red left eye, and the right eye was already closed, ready to meet death in the dark, but it was supposed to be a dark scene, but a vague picture appeared, which made him quickly recover from some chaotic consciousness like taking a cardiotonic.

It was a young man standing in front of the mirror, wearing a black robe, gloves of the same color and a dark green scarf around his neck. Kakashi feels familiar. Of course, he also has an identical one in his closet.

That's not the most important thing.

Most importantly, this gloomy young man has a face that he is extremely familiar and unfamiliar with, a familiar left face and a scarred right face. He is the one who has appeared in his dreams for countless times.

Uchiha Obito.

Kakashi looked at the man in the mirror almost greedily. Unfortunately, a lot of black blocks appeared in the picture in front of him the next second, which seemed to be disturbed, and then everything was black.

He suddenly opened his eyes. There was no mirror and no one in front of him. He is still sitting in the narrow space where he was trapped before. The picture just now made him full of motivation to live, but what can it do? He can't get out alive.

Kakashi felt that he had regained his strength, but he knew that it was just an illusion caused by a blind alley, and he could not live any longer. So instead of trying in vain to open this space, he took out a blank scroll and a blank piece of paper that looked like a task report format from his glove bag.

He unscrewed his only fountain pen and began to write letters.

Soon after I finished writing the letter, the pen fell to the ground from my trembling hands, and a large pool of black ink spilled out. Soon, this pool of ink was covered with red liquid.

Blood-stained hands feebly draw a sealed pattern on the blank scroll, and then put on the eyes just dug out and the letter. After a puff of smoke, the scroll has shrunk and is in Kakashi's hand.

"Earth ..."

The young man has closed his eyes and stopped breathing, as if he were peacefully asleep. His last words lingered in this narrow space and refused to disperse for a long time, just like his soul still lingered here.

In a dark cave, a young man who had just put on a mask in front of the mirror suddenly put his empty left eye under the mask. There was a pain, like a water bird touching the water and then disappeared without a trace.

Waterbirds passed his right eye before disappearing. Its white feathers seem to glow, and Leng Yan's elegant appearance is like someone.

The sudden surge in memory reminded him of the man hidden in the depths, and he was surprised to find that he actually remembered what that man used to look like.

The man who looks like a bird, now his wings have disappeared without a trace, he can only stay in the past and can't move forward, even if he leaves an eye, I hope he can see the future clearly.

However, how can the eyes of the past see the future clearly?

What passes in my mind with dirt is like a whale floating on the sea, and then sinks to the bottom of the sea and disappears. He put on his gloves, pushed open the door and went out. Outside, a woman with purple hair has been sitting there, playing with a paper flower flexibly with her fingers.

"Xiao Nan," he said in a hoarse voice, which he never thought of when he was young, "you and Payne should not appear in the Fire Country recently."

Peony, a woman with purple hair, didn't speak. She just stuck paper flowers in her hair, stood up and left directly. Knowing that she agreed, Tu Tu followed her out of the dark cave.

Watching Xiao Nan spread his white wings and fly eastward, he patted a tree beside him with earth. A white head poked out of the trunk. He was not surprised and said, "Bai Jue, what is the potential of the country of water?"

Bai Jue pulled himself out of the trunk and said, "Same as before." He turned his head and pulled out a twisted smile that made the children stop crying, with a somewhat cynical smile in his tone. "Your good apprentice now manages the whole village in perfect order. Ninja in Wuren Village began to decrease, but the elite began to increase. Some time ago, several fog shadows planned a coup.

"Who escaped?"

"Several members of the dark department headed by Momochi Zabuza," said Bai Jue.

"Make a statement, change their identity into rebellion and forbearance, and do nothing else," said the finger with dirt. "Let the dark parts of countries move, and now muddy the water, so that our next action will be to stop monitoring Wuren Village and turn to monitoring fire nation, focusing on monitoring the movement of Konoha and Yinren Village, especially orochimaru. That guy should be of great help to us, and let Hei pay attention to the nearest country.

"yes." Bai Jue dived into the land like diving into the water, and then quickly slipped away, quickly disappearing into his perception.

Tucao closes his right eye and opens it again. This is already a kaleidoscope. Under the mask, he had to see a faint red light, and the shuriken pattern inside began to rotate, and his figure disappeared in the same place.

With dirt, it landed in a piece of grass.

Outside the grass is a graveyard, and more than ten meters away is the girl's grave, but today he didn't see the familiar figure, and he searched the whole village and didn't see that guy. He doesn't think so in his heart, but his body has automatically moved to the place of dark task.

Kakashi's task was handed in as early as five days ago, but his people were not in the village and sneered in the space of Shenwei: "Are you going to forget Lin?" Don't forget what day it is. "Today is the anniversary of Lin's death, so he will stay in Konoha for nearly a day at the risk of being discovered. On weekdays, Kakashi will be like him. From dawn to mid-month, dew-wet hair sticks to his face, leaving a tear-like water trail.

Like crying.

Tui shook his head and forgot the scene of the man silently bowing his head. He looked at the empty cemetery, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to come forward and send a bunch of lilies that he had already prepared in his hand.

For the first time, he stood in front of the forest grave in front of Kakashi, looked at the familiar names on it, and put the flowers in his hand in a vase that was already empty. His heart was empty, hatred and heartfelt cry left him at this moment, and his heart was so quiet for the first time.

For the first time, he paid homage to the deceased without any emotion, which even gave him a rare idea of letting go. Probably, I don't recognize me now, neither Lin nor Kakashi, he thought calmly, like Mr. Watergate in those days.

The man with the soil has long died. Under the stone pile of the bridge without god, what is left now is probably just an empty shell cast by hatred.

But I don't know why, when he thought so, he vaguely heard who was calling his voice. The voice was familiar, and it took him a long time to remember that Kakashi was calling his voice.

"At the end of the crane." The sound came from behind.

Turning around with dirt, there was no one behind, only the rustling of fallen leaves on the ground swept away by the wind. Why do you suddenly think of that person? He asked himself this question, but he couldn't get an answer. Now he began to delve into it. Why not just let that person forget him? Yao Ming is just a fake, and Yao Ming has long been abandoned in the depths of memory.

Where the people who miss you are, you belong. *①

This sentence suddenly appeared in his mind, and he understood it at once, probably because he knew that the fake, no, Kakashi would reach out to himself and hope to come back, no matter what he became. His bust, his belonging, and his eyes are together. Even if you see different scenes, there are always fetters.

Even if I don't admit this bondage now.

But did he really deny it? The answer is no, now he still has that guy's black eyes in his head, and there is nothing in them, but after they turn into black and red eyes, they are all his own reflections. The temperature at which the guy hit his hand, and the despair from the other eye when he went to Lynn's body, were all engraved in his memory.

Even if he finally becomes an unknown person, that guy will still reach out to himself and become his home.

But now that guy, where did he go? I don't know why, there is a lot of anxiety in his heart, and his empty left eye has an illusion of pain. At this moment, there was a voice not far away. He blurred his figure, but did not leave Lin's grave.

The two dark ninjas of Konoha came together, and their conversation reached the heart with dirt without trace.

"The captain hasn't come back yet."

"It's been five days now ... It is said that the people sent above didn't find him either, but only picked up his blade fragments at the scene."

"Isn't there a saying of defection?"

"You're kidding! Captain Guy even gave me all the soldiers' grain pills in his hand before we retreated. When he was on patrol, there was little left in chakra ... "

"So ..."

"Yes, it is estimated that the captain is still so young ..."

"The fourth generation of Huo Yingban is really like a curse ... in less than five years, everyone in the team ..."

I can't hear the rest of the dirt. He only knows one thing. Kakashi may be dead.

He thought it would always be an eyesore, and the garbage that lived well there died unconsciously. He can be redeemed, whether it's the girl in memory or this bastard. But nobody gave him a chance. Fair enough, actually, isn't it?

He didn't know he was alive when he died. *②

Tu Tu's brain went blank. When he regained consciousness, he had gone to the mission site that caused Kakashi's death. When he put his hand on one of the walls, there was a tearing pain in his right eye, and at the same time, a weak and complicated voice sounded in his ear.

"Earth ..."

The voice repeated, and several syllables in the crowd seemed to be chewed up, mixed with things that Tudi didn't understand. Listening to the sound, he opened the mask on his face and found himself in tears.

Those salty liquids, he thought he had forgotten the way they flowed out, and now the dripping liquid tells him that you still remember them. It's not because he was too painful to shed tears, but those tears that Lin couldn't shed when he died surged out in Kakashi's left eye.

Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties. *③

His bust is dead, his position is gone, and his bondage is finally gone.

He is no longer Uchiha Obito, but a real nobody.

His right eye was pulled by something and turned into a kaleidoscope pattern. At the moment when his body collapsed, he came to a narrow space, and the guy's body curled up in the corner. Tui reached out to pick him up, only to find that his hand was shaking all the time.

He squatted down and hugged Kakashi gently with his trembling hands that could not stop. Kakashi fell to him with his movements, and his white hair swept his neck. The temperature like the ice ridge made him subconsciously shudder.

Then he held Kakashi even tighter. He once hugged Lin, but he never used so much force, as if to rub this man into his body and blend in with him. They are half of each other, aren't they?

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ぅちはォビト Uchibo Obito

Even the names are the same length, even the eyes are shared, and even the personalities are just complementary. Even Kakashi lifted his forehead exactly as he lifted his goggles. They are twins. Since he didn't die, how did his bust die so easily?

Why won't he die?

Another voice appeared in my heart with dirt, cold, deep and ironic. Do you think Kakashi is a god? There are still things that immortals can't do. Kakashi is just a person, a person who has lost his bust.

I'm not dead! Roar at the bottom of my heart with dirt.

Then why did you leave him alone in front of your grave? You never wavered, and the irony in that voice was even stronger. You think the world is so cruel and unfair to you, taking away everything you have. Have you ever thought that that guy is forgotten in the corner of your memory, and you still regard him as your home, but his mouth is always rubbish and lies? Did it ever occur to you that he is younger than you?

Kakashi, who is one year younger than you, even wants to call your brother Kakashi. You protected him, abandoned him, and even blamed him. Have you ever thought that a child younger than you wants to do something you haven't done? He is not a god, he is just your wishful hope.

Sadness appeared in that voice for the first time. Don't forget, you regard him as a place to belong, but where does he belong?

Paused, but the voice didn't care, just went on and whispered that it didn't matter whether he went home or not. After all,

He's dead.

Whispering your name before you die.

"Shut up! Shut up! I told you to shut up! " He growled with dirt and his voice was hoarse. He buried his head in Kakashi's neck and cried like a desperate beast looking for a safe haven for comfort, but the cold temperature coming from the contact surface could never comfort him, which only made him cry more.

What liquid stained his face and fell with tears. When he opened his eyes, he found it was bright red. He raised his head, gently lifted Kakashi's shoulder and put his other hand around his fragile neck.

Kakashi's pale face, which Zhang Yongyuan would never bleed again, came into view, but he only felt more pain and anger when he borrowed soil. The eye he gave Kakashi was gouged out!

Kakashi's left eye socket is empty, and only red liquid tries to cover the hole.

This time, not only the left hand trembled, but also the whole body began to tremble violently. The shuriken pattern in his right eye even began to rotate, and the pattern inside was almost black.

What he gave Kakashi ... Who is it?

He picked up Kakashi, Kakashi's white hair swept his chin like an ice ridge, and then gently stayed on his chest like a feather. The blood in his left eye socket did not coagulate from the corner of his eye, leaving a hot mark on his heart.

A big drop of transparent liquid dripped on the ice ridge, and then slipped on the clean right corner of Kakashi's eye, like the tears that a sleeping man tossed and turned in his dream for countless times but did not fall after all.

Kakashi's right hand drew an arc as he picked up his strength, and then feebly, the obsession dissipated, and a scroll stained with blood fell to the ground and rolled away.

Pick up Kakashi with dirt, return to their shared space, and then gently put him down. He gently brushed the blood from Kakashi's face with the power of petals. Finally, he took off his robe and covered Kakashi. From a distance, Kakashi seems to be asleep.

He returned to the real world, picked up the scroll and returned to the space of great power, sitting next to Kakashi. Kakashi's hair swept through his intact left hand. This time, he didn't feel cold, but felt as hot as the blood that had wiped his chest before.

With dirt, the scroll was opened with a seal on it.

He turned the scroll over, and according to Kakashi's habit, he always wrote a hint at the end of the back of the scroll. When he found it, he only wrote a few words, but he was in tears.

"At the end of the crane."

"Stupid Kaka." His voice trembled, responding to the man he would never hear again.

Scroll "bang", a burst of white smoke rises. What appeared in Tu Tu's hand was a red eye and a thin letter. He didn't care about his eyes, but quickly and gently opened the letter, which was as light as a feather, but felt as heavy as Mount Tai in his hand.

With soil,

By the time you read this letter, I should have died. Sorry, I didn't keep my promise to you. I failed to protect Lynn and killed her myself. Being able to die now probably can't atone for my sins.

I always thought you were dead, but until the moment before I died, the eyes you gave me showed me your face, which I had never seen before. When I grow up, you are really lucky for me. I can see you before I die.

Eyes, take them back. The future I can help you see can only stop here. If you don't want to go back to the village because of your hatred for me, you can do whatever you want with my body, and you can't give it back to you personally. I'm sorry

Apart from the guilt and apology that I can't tell you personally, I can probably tell you this sentence.

Traces of repeated smearing * ④

You are my hero.

A loser who can't keep his promise

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(1) from Jiraiya said to naruto, although I think card repair is also very appropriate.

(2) Thank you for giving me the music for retreat.

(3) Who will smoke, who will be scattered.

Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.

Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind ripples.

If the flower falls on someone's fingertips, it comes from an ancient song whose author and title are unknown.

It says I love you.