Konoha's Destiny Twins

Am I... dead?

…

A heavy feeling of fatigue hits my whole body...

My vision gradually returns...

Consciousness wakes up again...

The last memory came to mind...

Qing Shui remembered that he forcibly used the "Hard Vortex Water Blade", and then the extreme pressure on his body caused a violent backlash, and he finally passed out on the cliff...

……Watergate! And those ninjas in Konoha!

I wonder if they are safe and sound?

In my memory, that ninjutsu was really devastating... The effects of such terrifying ninjutsu should be enough to give everyone a glimmer of hope, right?

Qing Shui wanted to get up, but suddenly found that his hands and feet were not in control...

This is......

paralysis? !

"Hiss..." Because he forcibly moved his body, a sharp pain instantly surged throughout his body.

Qing Shui finally discovered that his whole body was covered with white bandages.

Who saved him?

Was he seriously injured?

"Young Konoha ninja, you wake up." This was the voice of an old man.

Qing Shui followed the voice and looked around, and what caught his eye was an old man with long gray hair and a navy blue robe.

However, his left eye is the ominous blood-red cursed demon eye, a Sharingan with three black magatama!

"Who are you?" Qing Shui was extremely shocked at this moment. He forced himself to calm down and said, "Where is this?"

"This is the gap between the underworld and reality, and I am just an undead Uchiha..."

Qing Shui was extremely shocked. He already had that unbelievable answer...

……spot?

The big boss behind the scenes in the Naruto world, the Uchiha Madara who directed a decades-long script?

After the pain subsided slightly, Qing Shui forced his body to sit up, trying to see everything clearly.

This is a dark cave, but it is unexpectedly dry and clean. However, this cave seems to be filled with a rotten smell of death.

At this time, he was lying on a snow-white bed in the only color in this cave.

"I was injured? Why did you put these bandages on me?!" After regaining some feeling in his left hand, Qingshui pulled the bandages a few times. He desperately wanted to know what happened to him under the bandage.

Why can't he refine even half of chakra in his body now? Why can't he control his body flexibly?

What happened in the time after he fell into coma? !

"Are you questioning me? Is this how you treat your savior?"

...saviour? !

Qing Shui was stunned. He was just pushing his body to its limit. Why did it suddenly turn into a near-death crisis?

"Young man, it seems that you are very vigilant..." The old man sighed softly, his voice hoarse and heavy, "I have no intention of attacking you. If it weren't for me, you would have died long ago. ”

"...Excuse me, what exactly happened? I have no relevant memory..."

"There was a mudslide there, and you were buried under the soil... Also, when I found you, you were not breathing. And your whole body was severely damaged..." The old man paused. He continued to explain, "There are also traces left by lightning."

"Lightning?!" Qing Shui's memory drifted to the last moment before his consciousness disappeared... Indeed, he vaguely caught a glimpse of lightning in the distant sky...

But...he just fell unconscious on that cliff and was struck to death by thunder? !

Can he believe it? !

Who can accept it? !

"It doesn't matter if you believe it,

Believe it or not, this is the fact. I am a dying person and I am not bored enough to make such a joke with you. "

"……Thanks."

"Just a simple thank you? But there is really no sincerity..." The old man's tone revealed a strong sense of disappointment, and he continued, "Even if there is no lightning, you have been buried under If the mud and rocks fall down, you will suffocate to death sooner or later..."

Qing Shui lowered his head and said sincerely, "Thank you very much."

"Hahaha, that's pretty cool...but I don't need this kind of empty thanks. I will let you repay this kindness properly."

"...What do you want me to do?" Qing Shui was startled. He looked around and asked, "Stay in a cave like this without seeing the light of day? Accompany you? Take care of you?"

"I have spent a long enough time here alone, so why not wait a few more years? You should just rest and recuperate for now. I will tell you when the time is right." The old man stood up slowly, carrying his With a Death Scythe, he walked slowly to a stone seat not far away.

Qing Shui looked in the direction of the old man and suddenly discovered that although it was pitch black behind the stone chair, he could vaguely see human objects hanging there, as many as dozens... ..

What are those things? !

As if he felt Qing Shui's doubtful gaze, the old man sat down on the stone chair and slowly explained: "People who should have turned into dust always have to pay some price if they want to survive in this world."

"Originally, I could rely on the golem to always supply me with chakra... However, the golem disappeared a few months ago... Once the supply of chakra is lost, this decayed body will face There is only death."

"So I had to go out and look for the source of chakra...and then I thought about those ninjas, and I could extract their chakra..."

"Without their sacrifice, I would have died long ago; if I had died, you would have died this time too..."

The old man's shriveled old skin revealed a meaningful smile, and he said: "Young man, don't you think this is all too accidental?"

"There are many accidents in this world, and this one is not the least of them." Qing Shui replied calmly. He could feel that the old man was trying to induce his thinking.

"However, too many accidents have become inevitable." The old man's voice gradually became richer, and he affirmed with an extremely confident tone, "And this necessity is a kind of destiny."

Qing Shui smiled: "I never believe in fate, I only believe in myself."

"Oh?" The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, "It seems that you still don't believe what I said before. You think you can survive even without me."

Yes, Qingshui really didn't believe it.

He still firmly believed that even without the "spot" in front of him, he would survive.

Qing Shui has asked himself countless times, why did he come to this world through time?

If there is some kind of will in this world, do you want it to do something?

If he died so simply, what would be the point of living a carefree life now?

For a time, many people appeared in Qing Shui's mind...

Some of them have passed away, and some are still fighting for their ideals...

And he, April Qingshui, had gone through so many disasters along the way, and his strength had risen to the level of an elite Jonin today. How could he die on that cliff so inexplicably? !

"Hahahahaha..." The old man looked at Qing Shui with a determined face, and suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. He just heard him say, "...take off these bandages and look at yourself now...you Will change my mind."