Chapter 185: Bullshit fate, bullshit reality, bullshit responsibility

Click.

Uchiha Shinji closed the door, blocking the cold outside, and his body was gradually filled with warmth.

"Shinji, go change into clean clothes. I tried some new dishes today."

A gentle voice came from the kitchen, and Shinji subconsciously looked up.

Although the house in front of him was not very big, the walls and floors were mainly ivory white, with light colors as the main color and dark colors as the auxiliary color, giving people a very bright and simple first impression.

Coupled with the faint smell of fireworks from the kitchen, this house looks more warm and lively.

Although he has lived here for a while, Uchiha Shinji couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment when he saw this completely new "home".

What did this place look like before that woman moved in?

Since his parents all died in the war, he moved out of the Uchiha clan's land and returned the spacious and deserted house to the clan in exchange for enough wealth for a civilian to live a carefree life in Konoha.

The house he lives in now is the ordinary house of about 80 square meters where his mother lived before she married into the Uchiha clan.

It is neither small nor big, and it is definitely not comparable to that house, but it should be considered relatively large in this old building.

However, because no one has lived in it for a long time, the wall paint has peeled off, the corners are covered with spider webs, the gaps between the floor tiles are so big that a person can fit in, the kitchen and bathroom are full of rust and stains, and all kinds of old furniture are covered with dust.

But he didn't care at that time, or rather, he didn't care about anything at that time.

After he lived here for a while, the floor was full of leftover fast food packaging, and the rusty sink was also filled with water, soaking clothes that hadn't been washed for several days. Anyway, if the clothes were dirty, he would just buy new ones.

And because the lights and windows were not turned on for a long time, there was always a strange musty smell in the air in the room, and he was also soaked in this smell during that time.

In the words of those children who like to bully others, the smell is like the smell of grandparents.

Decayed, old, dilapidated...

But when this woman moved in without questioning, everything changed.

The garbage in the house was thrown out, the old furniture that could be used was refurbished as a thought, and the unusable furniture was directly replaced with new ones. The whole house was carefully decorated by the woman.

At the beginning, Shinji also expressed his dissatisfaction because his peaceful and accustomed life was disrupted.

As a result, the woman said back, "You don't want the people of the Uchiha clan to know that you are a genius who opened the double magatama at the age of six or seven."

Later, I gradually got used to it.

Or, it's actually good like this.

Looking at the busy back of the apron in the kitchen, Shinji suddenly felt that the picture in front of him became very blurred.

In the world in his eyes, the environment of the house vaguely overlapped with the former "home", and the outline of the back was also a little trance, and the figure of his mother busy in the kitchen and his father sitting at the table with a stern face reading the newspaper appeared.

This was a scene that happened every day in this room a few years ago. Although it has been several years, it has not been erased from Shinji's memory. It often appears in his dreams, and now it strangely overlaps with the reality in front of him.

It feels like the composition on two pieces of rice paper, forcibly overlapping under the white light. The shadows of the woman and the mother are intertwined, and even the emotions begin to overlap.

Shinji has always respected his father very much, because in order to ensure the purity of the bloodline and to ensure that the talents of future generations are not affected, the Uchiha clan rarely marries people outside the clan.

Because it will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among the elders of the clan and criticism from other members of the Uchiha clan.

After all, in the Uchiha clan, who believe in powerism and are proud of their family bloodline, no personal interests can override the collective interests, and any personal interests must give way to the collective interests.

But even in this situation, his father, who was an elite jonin in the clan, ignored the advice and threats of his clan members, friends, father, and elders after falling in love with his mother, who was a chunin, and resolutely moved out of the clan to marry and live with his mother.

Shinji was born here, and he grew up in this small house.

At that time, the war had not yet started. They lived in a house of two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom, just like an ordinary family. The couple loved each other, the children were cheerful and lively, and the family lived in harmony and warmth.

Until the war came again, his father, who was an elite jonin in the Uchiha clan, was recruited by the clan to go to the front line of the battlefield to perform tasks, and they also moved into the house in the clan.

But later, it was the Uchiha clan leader with a regretful expression and the relics of his father in his arms who knocked on the door again.

Shinji still remembers that when he asked his mother where his father had gone, the pale and thin face still supported a smile.

She said: "This is his fate, his responsibility, his reality."

Shinji was confused at the time, and later, the hemp rope broke at the thinnest point, and his mother died on the battlefield.

Now Shinji understands, but he wants to say it now.

Bullshit fate, bullshit responsibility, bullshit reality.

From then on, he would rather move away from the Uchiha clan, reject the kindness of the clan members, and be forgotten by the crowd, rather than bear any "responsibility".

Close yourself up and rot.

"..."

"...Shinsi?"

"Shinsi!"

A vague voice came from his ear, gradually getting louder, causing Shinsi to open his mouth and his slightly dilated pupils to solidify.

The layout of the house was somewhat similar, but different from before, the woman who frowned and looked at him, the swaying warm yellow chandelier...

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

The pharmacist came over with a spatula in one hand, put the other hand on his forehead, and asked in confusion: "With your physique, it shouldn't be a big deal even if you get caught in the rain once."

"But I thought you would at least borrow an umbrella, but I didn't expect you to come back directly in the rain. Are you a fool? I would have picked you up home first..."

Listening to the nagging in his ear and the warmth on his forehead, Shinsi's pupils trembled.

The whole world became false, and began to slowly rotate in the outline of light and shadow. It was beautiful and vain, like the reflection of a child's eyes peeking into a kaleidoscope, which made Shinsi feel a little nauseous and disgusting.

He subconsciously raised his hand to slap her hand away, turned around and walked towards the bedroom with an expressionless face: "It's okay, I'll go change my clothes."

Pharmacist didn't seem to care about his behavior, and smiled lightly: "Hurry up, the food will be ready soon."

Click.

Shinsi entered his bedroom, but instead of changing his clothes, he walked to the window and opened it.

That Namikaze Minato was right, Konoha rarely has such heavy rain.

When I got up in the morning, the weather was still fine. After taking a short nap at school, I opened my eyes again and saw only the rain falling outside the window, and the strong wind swept the fallen leaves and ripples in the canal.

But unlike Namikaze Minato, this was not the first time Shinsi had seen such heavy rain. It was also such heavy rain on the day of his father and mother's funeral.

He thought he had forgotten it long ago.

But since he was infected with the poisonous gas released by the invasion of the Sky Army, his parents' funeral has often appeared in his dreams since then.

"..."

The raindrops floated on his cheeks like sticky spider silk. He reached out to wipe it away but couldn't wipe it clean, leaving only water marks.

But the cold touch reminded him that he was in reality, not a false dream.

Shinsi believed that he was standing in reality at this moment. In front of him was Konoha in the heavy rain. He stood here blowing the wet and cold wind, but there was warmth coming from the kitchen behind him.

His father was dead, and his mother was dead, but at least he was still alive, and he had someone who depended on him and cared about him. This was his reality, an unquestionable reality.

He should not be immersed in the grief of the past, and he should try to change it.

Pah!

Shinsi patted his rain-stained cheeks hard to make himself a little more sober.

After changing his clothes and walking out of the bedroom, he saw a woman in an apron putting plates on the table in the living room, all of which were freshly made, fragrant, steaming, and colorful side dishes.

"Don't be lazy and sit there, go and get the rice." The pharmacist patted his head and ordered unceremoniously.

Shinji looked at her with dissatisfaction, but still stood up and walked into the kitchen, and served two bowls of rice before sitting back at the table.

"This semester is almost over, how are you preparing for the exam?" The pharmacist took off his apron and looked at Shinji again and asked.

"Just, that's it." Shinji said vaguely.

Although it was not the first time to communicate like this, he was still a little uncomfortable with this topic.

"The money you have at home is enough for a civilian to use for a lifetime, but you will become a ninja in the future, and that money will be spent in no time." The pharmacist looked at him while holding the meal and reminded him: "If you do poorly in the exam, the clan may cancel your preferential treatment next year."

"I know, I know, I will read books tonight."

Shinsi did not refute her words that he would become a ninja, but sighed impatiently, looked at the red and oily tofu on the plate, and asked: "What kind of dish is this? Where did you learn it from?"

"Your way of changing the subject is really bad."

The pharmacist exposed his little thoughts, but still smiled slightly and said: "It's a new dish. I heard that it is a new dish from the Land of Rain. How about trying it? It may be a little spicy."

Shinsi's face flushed for a moment, but he still sat down calmly, put his hands together and said, "I'm starting", then stretched out his chopsticks to taste a bite of the dish.

After eating the first bite, he subconsciously paused, immediately looked up at the pharmacist, and then never looked up again. The whole living room was filled with the sound of him wolfing down.

"Eat slowly, don't just eat fried rice, mapo tofu is also very good."

The pharmacist sat quietly opposite him and looked at him in a gentle tone, holding a cup of hot water in his hand and drinking it in small sips, but his eyes behind the glasses seemed to be thinking about something.

After Shin Si swallowed a mouthful of rice and paused for a moment, the pharmacist smiled slightly and asked, "How does it taste?"

"... Very good." Shin Si wiped his mouth and whispered, "I can't tell whether you are a chef or a doctor!"

"I'll take it as a compliment." The pharmacist smiled and shook his head, and put the water in his hand on the table, "By the way, why did you come back so late today? If you had come back a little later, I would have gone out to pick you up from school."

Shin Si swallowed another mouthful of fried rice, thought for a moment, and then said, "Because I met a friend and chatted for a few words."

"You have friends?" The pharmacist raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Are you surprised that I have friends?

Well, I really don't have any friends...

Thinking of this, Shinji's face darkened, and he said stubbornly: "How could there be no, Minato Namikaze, did you know?"

Pharmacist didn't say whether he believed it or not, but just smiled and said "oh", propped up his chin and asked: "What did you talk about?"

"... That good and obedient student had a fight with others some time ago."

Shinji hesitated for a moment, but still explained: "I asked him, and he didn't seem to want to say it, but it can be seen that it should be because someone scolded someone important to him."

Speaking of important people, he slightly raised his eyelids and secretly glanced at the pharmacist in front of him, but met a pair of gentle eyes with a smile, which made his face stagnate slightly, and he subconsciously looked away.

"Speaking of this, I know something about it."

Looking at the shy boy in front of him, Yakushi rarely did not tease him, but just chuckled and said: "I heard that the previous Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, Mito-sama from the Uzumaki clan, has a child from the same clan studying in Konoha."

"That child should be the one that your friend, Minato Namikaze, values."

Hearing this, Shinji's embarrassment disappeared and he frowned.

As one of the victims of the last terrorist invasion of the Sky Corps, and as a member of the Uchiha clan who once lived in the Uchiha clan, he naturally heard of the previous Nine-Tails Jinchuriki Uzumaki Mito.

That person is the wife of the first generation Hokage, the God of Ninja, Hashirama Senju, the first generation Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, the princess of the Uzumaki Kingdom, whose strength and qualifications can be ranked among the top in the entire Konoha.

It's a pity that such a legendary female ninja had her life's reputation ruined not long ago.

Because, in that invasion, the one who caused Konoha the biggest loss was not the Sky Corps, but the Uzumaki Mito who was the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki but suddenly lost control and ran away.

Countless people in Konoha lost their wives and children, their families were destroyed, and they have not recovered yet because of her in that horrific invasion.

Even after that, Sarutobi Hiruzen, the third generation Hokage, announced that the first generation Nine-Tails Jinchūriki Uzumaki Mito committed suicide in the Konoha Hospital because of too much guilt, but he was unable to completely calm the anger and resentment of those people.

Such a "sinner" nailed to the pillar of shame, if there are really young clansmen going to school in Konoha, it is conceivable how much malice he needs to endure.

However, it has nothing to do with him.

Shinji lowered his head and took a few bites of fried rice. The stimulating spicy taste rushed straight to his forehead, making a layer of sweat appear on his forehead, and he was so spicy that he gasped.

"It's still a little spicy for you."

The pharmacist handed over a few pieces of paper, squinting his eyes, looking like he did it on purpose, and then smiled: "The hot water is ready. Take a hot bath after dinner to avoid getting sick in the rain."

Shinshi lowered his head silently and nodded.

At the same time, on a tree outside the window, looking at the warm and harmonious scene in the room, A Fei laughed and said: "Their relationship looks so good."

Aside, Uchiha Madara's eyes were a little deep, and on that expressionless face, a smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth: "A Fei, you did a good job."

That kid might really be able to make the Uchiha clan's Mangekyō Sharingan, which has not appeared for decades, reappear in the world.