People are in Naruto, I am Aizen

"Actually, I prefer fried rice to ramen."

"What the hell are you talking about—"

"That is to say, I don't like ramen very much. Compared with ramen, I personally prefer fried rice."

Looking at the splashed blood foam and half of the body, it was like chatting about family affairs, looking at the broken limbs and arms in the rain and said casually.

Without the smell of rust, the body that was shattered in the torrential rain turned back time in the blink of an eye, and once again reorganized into the original appearance wearing white feathers.

But before there was even any movement, countless invisible sharp blades cut through the raindrops, instantly passed through the rain curtain and split Uchiha Kagami's tall body into pieces, bursting into pieces.

And Sakumo Hatake leaned on the porch pillar, put his palm on the handle of the knife with an expression of indifference, frowning as if in distress.

"Don't you think the ramen here is troublesome to eat? There are always people teaching you the correct way to eat ramen, what are the dishes together, what are the earth-shattering, what are so many soy sauces, etc. There are many rules, right? ?”

Several white lines appeared silently in the rain curtain, and Uchiha mirror's body burst into pieces again, and reunited in time.

It's just that Uchiha Koji's face became paler and paler, even if he wanted to say something, the thin white thread quietly emerging in the rain would directly cut his throat open.

In a second, it only takes a second for him to return to his original appearance. And he didn't even need a second to unleash his power. But in this 1.5 seconds, he kept repeating his own death and rebirth.

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

"On the contrary, fried rice is very good. No one teaches you those things about fried rice. Just order some small side dishes, and then fried rice is a very good meal. I personally like fried rice very much. After all, I don't like too many rules. things, and did so.”

"The Uchiha family was also a ramen school at the beginning, but now it seems that they have gradually realized the beauty of fried rice, and gradually moved closer to fried rice. But this is not particularly good news for me. After all, fried rice, It’s better to eat alone, isn’t it? It’s troublesome to think about sharing fried rice among a group of people.”

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

Putting his palm on the hilt of his sword, Hatake Sakumo grinned as he looked at the shapeless man in the rain.

And following a period of backtracking like a strange snowflake, those colorful fragments reorganized into the appearance of Uchiha Mirror, and then were crushed into mud in an instant in the next moment. Only intermittent voices could be heard fragmentedly in the rainstorm.

"you--"

The throat is shredded with fine threads.

"in the end--"

The vocal cords were cut and chopped.

"Telling—"

Lips are pulverized.

"What!"

The mouth is exposed to air.

As if becoming a huge human specimen, the Uchiha mirror in the heavy rain repeated the cycle of cutting and restoring.

Countless blood and fragmented hands were continuously circulated and broken in this small space of less than one cubic meter, and then filled together again.

Looking at the grotesque and distorted scene, listening to the staggered and broken words, as if regretting it, Hatake Sakumo shook his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the Uchiha mirror in front of him, tired like half a moon. A frightening cold light flashed in his eyes.

"What are you talking about? Well, I didn't plan to say anything. It's just simple. In the face of the villain who wants to do something to my son, wouldn't it be too cheap to cut him off directly?"

"You bastard—"

"What's wrong? Did you stop attacking? Where did the Uchiha family's confidence go?"

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

"Is it very distressing? By the way, this is not my own achievement at all, it is just a very simple Zanpakuto ability. My Zanpakuto is always liberated. Very well-behaved child, right? Just like Kakashi excellent."

"Shijie, Broken Dream. After liberation, it will become an invisible sharp blade that spreads around me at super high speed. The speed is about as fast as when I was at my peak. Although it is not as fast as I am now, it has the ability that I envy. He can ignore any defensive means, and from the perspective of space, he can cut up and kill all the enemies within ten meters around me."

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

"Because it's an infinite liberation type, I basically don't have to think about or consume anything to manipulate him. I can spend a whole day with you here."

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

Looking at the Uchiha mirror who was almost out of shape due to the cutting of the invisible sharp blade in the heavy rain, the decadent middle-aged man smiled and took out a small wine bottle from his arms.

He didn't pretend that he drew his sword, and took out a somewhat worn-out wine glass from his bosom, sat under the umbrella, watched the broken figure pour a glass of wine, drank and watched The captain of the sixth squad looked dismembered in front of his own ability.

From the head, limbs, body, from internal organs to bones, from vagus nerves to blood vessels, almost every place that can be penetrated and divided is cut and chopped by invisible sharp blades in the rainstorm. As the nerves began to grind continuously, the pain that almost penetrated into the soul began to make Uchiha Kagami scream almost crazily.

But because the vocal cords and throat were cut countless times, no one even noticed this brutal torture in the rainstorm. Only the decadent middle-aged man looked at the flesh and blood that had been knelt on the ground and was constantly dismembered, pouring himself a drink in front of the falling rain.

After a long while, looking at the Uchiha mirror that had not moved much on the ground, Hatake Sakumo looked at the little wine bottle left, and shook his head with some regret.

"It's really unlucky, Uchiha mirror. You obviously have such an ability to be almost immortal, but you are unlucky to meet a guy like me who can be said to be the nemesis."

Looking at Uchiha Kagami lying on the stone bricks of the cold 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, a layer of invisible spherical shield slowly wrapped his body, without any raindrops on his body, he walked straight to Uchiha Mirror like that, He bent down and looked at this descendant of the Uchiha family who thought highly of himself.

Believe in Konoha's will of fire, believe in Nidaimu's words, knowing that there is no big problem with his family, but loyally maintain Nidaimu's theory about the cursed family. He even practiced by setting an example, and never doubted that there was anything wrong with the will of fire and the curse words. For him, since he is a cursed family, he must wash away the curse.

This is a matter of course for most Konoha ninjas. It's just that for Hatake Sakumo, who died once, it's not much different from adding salt to his wound.

This is the thing he hates the most, and the thing he can't face the most.

Because he believed in the words of the village and believed that his actions could prove his innocence, he finally made his son bear an unimaginable burden. This is something that Hatake Sakumo could not face in his whole life.

He may have a clear conscience for everyone and face the village's accusations with death, but he will never be able to face his own son. So Uchiha Mirror's behavior really completely angered Hatake Sakumo, an old salty fish.

"Actually, I don't intend to do anything to you. If you don't mention my son, I will take you directly to Aizen."

Crouching next to the fainted Uchiha Kagami, Hatake Sakumo dragged Uchiha Kagami's hair and walked in a certain direction like dragging a dead dog.

"But you threatened me, threatened me with my son. I lost him once, and I never, never, ever want to lose him a second time. So, I will take you to Aizen. With the loser's identity."

Walking to a shadowy corner, the bodies of the two people began to continuously drop black silt. After those black substances were immersed in the shadows, the figures of the two quietly merged into the shadows, and they arrived at another area in the blink of an eye.

And such an inexplicable stimulation also made Uchiha Kagami, who had briefly passed out protectively due to the severe pain, slowly opened his eyes.

During Hatake Sakumo's merciless dragging, he saw a room full of documents and labels.

And in the center of the lights, a figure in white haori that he will never forget in his life was sitting on a chair and writing something. Seeing Uchiha mirror being dragged in, he pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and showed a gentle smile.

"Ah, Mirror-kun. I thought you wouldn't attend this banquet."

"..."

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