This Uchiha Itachi is very lonely

Am I not afraid of death?

Regarding Artoria's question, Uchiha Itachi's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and then dimmed a little.

Speaking of which, I have always thought about the meaning of life, but I have never thought about the meaning of death.

Is it possible that those people were actually happy at the moment they went to die?

Although they seem to be attached to the world on the surface, are they actually relieved on the inside?

Thinking of this, Itachi felt that maybe he should find a slow and real way to try to die.

Maybe... cliff jumping is a good choice.

Jump off the high cliff and feel the slight buoyancy of the breeze blowing your body.

Because the heavy body cannot rise with the help of weak buoyancy, it continues to fall straight down.

In the process of falling, meditate and realize the so-called death.

"I always feel that this child seems to have been thinking about some issues that are not suitable for his age."

Artoria thought to herself, looking at the silent Itachi with pity.

Even if she, as the incarnation of a red dragon, was alone in such a dangerous situation when she was young, she would never be able to be as calm as the child in front of her.

What kind of experiences can make a child grow into what he is now?

Ninja, Uchiha, training, family glory...

When Artoria recalled Itachi's memories, all she could see was learning the ninja's survival knowledge, exercising her body, and refining chakra...

Suddenly, she realized something.

Cultivation is indeed a matter of course in one's own cognition.

But I have overlooked a very important point, that is, the person in front of me is just a child!

Shocked by this fact, Artoria felt a little sad in her heart.

Itachi is only five years old, but how come he only has these things in his short memory?

What about the joys that a child should have?

After a moment of silence, Artoria slowly sat down on the ground and asked warmly: "Itachi, can you tell me why you want to ask these questions?"

Even when she was sitting in a mess of weeds, she still had a habit called "etiquette" in her movements.

His waist is as straight as a sharp sword and has never been bent.

In response to her rhetorical question again, Uchiha Itachi showed no expression on his face, thinking in his mind how to respond.

"Actually, you don't have to hide it from me."

Artoria sat upright with her palms folded on her legs, shaking her head slightly, "You should know that at the moment you were unconscious, we shared each other's memories."

"And this means that you don't have any secrets in front of me for the time being."

"Including the restraint you have always exercised, restraint in your emotions, restraint in your words, and restraint in your expressions."

From the moment the child in front of him was born, apart from his parents, there was only cold ninja teaching in his life.

From the time he can remember, Uchiha Fugaku's guidance has only been to survive and fight!

Apart from family ties, Uchiha Itachi had no concept of friends.

Even...he set out on the battlefield at the end of last year, and after a few months of walking, he has become accustomed to witnessing death.

What is a child who grows up in such an environment thinking about?

Arturia wanted to know this.

She saw her own reflection in the other person's body.

Even what this child faces is more cruel than what he once faced.

Uchiha Itachi thought for a moment and nodded calmly, "...You are right, there are no secrets between us for the time being."

"Then what I want to ask is, what is war to the king?"

"What is life to a king?"

At this point, he paused and said, "As of now, my life is meaningless."

"My father has been teaching me how to survive and how to fight. He hopes that I can survive. He hopes that I can become an excellent ninja and be able to shoulder the honor of the family."

"So before this, I always thought that living is a very important thing."

After saying that, Itachi stretched out his arm from the shadow, stretched out the tree hole, and placed his palm under the weak moonlight.

There was still blood on his palm that had been spattered by someone else just now.

The dark red blood had condensed, leaving a mark like a flower on his little palm.

"But after setting foot on the battlefield, I found that living is not an important thing."

"Although everyone seems to want to live, they continue to initiate disputes."

"As my father said, this is war. It is not a fight between people, but between countries. Even two people who do not know each other can only face each other on this battlefield."

"But why is this? Is it because under the unit of the country and the village, the short life of an individual will seem as weak as nothing?"

Itachi's voice was full of confusion.

This is a problem I have never imagined.

Arturia gradually became serious about Itachi actually asking a question that she had never considered, and no longer regarded him as a simple child, but as a profound seeker.

She thought for a moment and then slowly said, "I am not a qualified instructor. I have never been anyone's teacher and guided anyone in the right direction."

"But if you really want to know, it's okay for me to tell you my thoughts as a story."

"After all, for you who have my memory, this is no longer a secret."

Having said this, she paused and continued to reply: "First of all, war means destruction and rebirth to me."

"Many things will be reborn in the flames of war, but many things will also perish in the flames of war. This is like the eternal reincarnation."

"But this does not mean that in the flames of war, an individual's life is weak."

As she spoke, she slowly stood up from the ground, "Every person, every family, every village, town... the big guys gathered together to form a unit called a country."

"The country exists because of its people. Likewise, the people should dedicate themselves to protecting the country."

Her tone is calm, and her posture has never changed. It is always perfect, just like a queen who never gets tired.

At this point, Artoria's words suddenly changed. Her whole body exuded this unimaginable edge, and the snow-white velvet draped on her shoulders actually floated due to her own aura!

Under the moonlight, her green eyes looked down at the weasel huddled in the tree hole.

"The first question is, what is war to the king? It is rebirth and destruction."

"The second question is, what is life to the king? To protect this country, even if it means sacrificing his life."

"The third question is, is life weak for the country? No, you appear on this battlefield as a guardian."

"Itachi, although you are very young, you are now just like me back then. I and my knights guarded Great Britain together and kept those invaders away, and you and your tribe are fighting for

Protect the Fire Nation and fight against other nations, your lives will never be weak!"

Her tone lost the gentleness and calmness it had just now, and became cold and majestic.

But in this voice, Itachi felt a different meaning, something called...glory.

He had experienced this kind of honor from his father when he mentioned Uchiha.