This Uchiha Itachi is very lonely

"boom!"

"Calm down, everyone!"

"Ahhhhhhh...die!"

"Note that the first kill target is the enemy's leader!"

"Earth Release: Heart Beheading Technique!"

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Danger lurks in the dark forest,

The screams after being injured, kunai, the metallic sound of the shurikens colliding, the explosion of the detonating talisman being activated, all kinds of sounds kept ringing in Uchiha Itachi's ears.

Even his clothes and soles were unknowingly stained with blood during the movement.

Even Itachi is not qualified to take action and actually participate in the battle.

But just following Fugaku through the dense forest, blood would splash from all directions from time to time, or even fall directly from the trees like raindrops, soaking his clothes.

This was the first time that Itachi Uchiha was completely surrounded by the battlefield.

Rushing from my family to the front line, I was responsible for cleaning up after the battlefield as a logistics team in all kinds of wars, so I didn't have the opportunity to experience this atmosphere up close.

But this time he was ambushed, making him feel a strong sense of crisis!

"call--"

Forcing himself to adjust the rhythm of his breathing, Uchiha Itachi closely followed Uchiha Fugaku's figure through the dark dense forest.

From time to time, he could see Fugaku's figure disappearing before his eyes, but then reappearing quickly.

And every time, the kunai he held tightly in his hand seemed to have been re-wiped with red paint, dyeing it bright red.

This is war...

Compared to the past, I was a logistician and a bystander from a distance.

Now that he is in the middle of a war, Itachi can better understand and feel the word "war".

Life keeps passing by,

Just like inflated balloons, fresh and full,

But when the thin needles are gently pricked, with a "bang" sound, the balloon will quickly deflate and become uncared garbage thrown on the street.

Yes, garbage.

People are like garbage.

Uchiha Itachi's calm face showed almost no emotion as he left Konoha Village all the way to the border battlefield.

Along the way, he had seen too many Uchiha corpses and Iwa Ninja corpses, but their corpses were casually thrown on the ground like garbage.

They all lost their voices.

Even if they were fighting with high spirits one moment, the next moment they all lost their voices and became garbage of the same "quality".

No...that's not right.

People with the blood of Uchiha and the precious Sharingan should be higher in "quality" than ordinary Iwa ninjas.

Itachi thought so in his heart.

He never thought about taking action or participating in this fight.

Even in such a critical situation, he can always look at everything calmly and calmly.

At this stage, he did not have the strength to participate in such a battle. Seeking the protection of his father, Uchiha Fugaku, was the only thing he could do.

As he speeds and moves away, the screams, explosions, and clashes in his ears become smaller and smaller.

But Itachi seemed to be an outsider and didn't pay much attention to this battle.

Instead, what he was more concerned about was that as he thought about it, his positioning of life was actually equated with the word quality.

It was difficult for him to accept this positioning.

If life is defined by quality, then what is the quality of your own existence?

What meaning will your life be defined by?

From the moment he arrived on this battlefield, Itachi never stopped thinking.

But now, in the midst of a war, his brain's thinking activity has reached its peak!

"This place should be out of the battle circle."

Soon, when the only sound that appeared in Itachi's ears was the rustling of footsteps on the ground, they were already far away from the ambush circle.

In the quiet dense forest, there are overgrown weeds and trees.

In the darkness, Uchiha Fugaku slowly stopped and observed the surrounding environment.

When he found a tree hole suitable for hiding, he gradually fell into deep thought.

"Itachi...can you do it alone?"

Suddenly, Uchiha Fugaku turned around expressionlessly and stared at his five-year-old child.

When facing his immature face, although he couldn't bear it, he still forced himself to ask, "I may... need to leave for a while."

It is not an easy thing to leave a five-year-old child alone on the battlefield, and this child is one's own flesh and blood.

If the team in crisis was a team from another Konoha family, perhaps Uchiha Fugaku would not even consider returning to support them.

But now that team is Uchiha's team, and he is the leader of Uchiha!

Itachi guessed that Fugaku planned to go back, but he still didn't feel any fear or anything like that. He nodded and replied: "...I can do it."

Strictly speaking, he is not a person.

Beside him, there is a person...or a ghost who is accompanying him.

Although the figure had disappeared, he could feel that the queen named Artoria was standing quietly behind him.

"Don't come out. I will pick you up after the cleaning is done."

After receiving Itachi's answer, Uchiha Fugaku no longer hesitated and pointed at the tree hole and motioned for Itachi to get in.

Before leaving, they cleared away any traces of their movements nearby.

Soon, along with the rustling sound of him leaving, the ears of Uchiha Itachi, who was curled up in the tree hole, lost all other sounds.

Dark and quiet.

Being alone in this place, Itachi could feel his five senses being continuously expanded.

Especially...hearing!

In the darkness, Itachi could inexplicably feel something around him. Was it an insect? Or... a person?

But this unknown didn't make him fearful or panic.

Instead, the quiet darkness made me intoxicated and trapped in it.

Here, I can think about my questions quietly without being disturbed by anyone.

"Are you still here? King."

Itachi politely called in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, I will remind you if someone comes."

Arturia revealed her thin figure from hiding, stood outside the tree hole, and spoke softly.

Her voice was as steady and calm as ever.

In addition to these, Itachi also felt an inexplicable tenderness this time.

"Wang, can we continue the topic we haven't finished talking about before?"

But contrary to Artoria's thoughts, in her eyes, the only five-year-old Itachi huddled in the shadow of the tree hole, looking at her calmly, "Are you still keen on war?"

No matter the expression on his face or the tone of his words, there was no hint of fear.

Those dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, with almost no emotion.

Is this the psychological quality a child should have?

The moonlight shone on Artoria's snow-like skin, and a trace of confusion flashed in her green eyes. She stared at Itachi, "Now that you are in such a dangerous situation, you are still thinking about it.

These?"

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Are the answers to these questions more important to you than thinking about how to live?"