Quan stepped over the threshold, turned around and closed the door. The sound of the door shaft turning was particularly clear in the silent room, and the lock bolt clicked into the groove.
She walked up to Yongye and didn't sit down. She just stood there. Her toes were together, her heels were slightly raised, and her body's center of gravity moved back and forth between her two feet.
"Yongye-sama."
Her voice was a little tight and squeezed out of her throat, as if she had to chew every word with her teeth.
"As long as I'm like Ayame..."
"You just help me rescue Itachi, right?"
Yongye leaned against the wall, his eyes moved from her face to her clenched fingers, and then from the fingers back to her face, without answering the question.
"Do you know what Ayame... is like?"
Quan's little face turned even redder. The redness spread from the cheekbones to the tip of the nose, and from the tip of the nose to the neck. The whole person seemed to have been poured a pot of boiling water from the top of his head.
Her lips trembled twice and she bit her lower lip so hard that her lips turned white.
"I..."
"I collected information."
"At that time, I wanted to deal with you and help Itachi vent his anger."
"I know all of you..."
Her voice became quieter and quieter, and the last few words were almost inaudible.
But the next moment, her voice suddenly became louder, and her mood changed to Rage!
"You lied to me!"
"Say what justice is above and charity below!"
"I actually... damn believe it!"
Her hand, which was clenched into a fist, was shaking more and more violently.
"I once admired you!"
"You bastard!"
The last three words were squeezed out from between the teeth, with a trill that was unclear whether it was Rage or shame.
Yongye looked at her, the corners of his mouth slowly raised. The smile spread from the corners of his mouth to the corners of his eyes, with a bright bad taste.
"That's right."
"Justice above, charity below."
He reached out and patted Tatami on his side, speaking in a slow voice.
"Now, if you want to undermine justice, you can only show kindness. Come and see if you are qualified."
Quan lowered his head and stared at the toes of his shoes. He was silent for two breaths.
Then she knelt down, and her knees landed on Tatami, making a soft sound.
She replaced her answer with action.
The flame of the oil lamp jumped, casting two overlapping shadows on the wall.
An hour later, Uchiha Izumi felt that his eyes had been opened and his outlook on life had been reshaped.
What she doesn't know is that the collapse of her outlook on life is still to come...
Konoha, cemetery.
The moonlight leaked through the gaps in the clouds, coating the earth with a layer of deserted silvery gray.
Kakashi stands in front of a tombstone.
That is the tomb of Konoha White Fang, Hatake Sakumo.
The words on the tablet are somewhat blurred, and the scratches on the edge have been eroded by wind and rain into shallow grooves, covered with dust and dead leaves.
Kakashi knelt on one knee in front of the tombstone and wiped it piece by piece with his sleeve.
The black cloth mask was still covering his face, and Forehead Protector was still wearing it diagonally, covering the Sharingan. But his shoulders were drooped, his back was slightly arched, and his whole figure looked like a dead tree that had been beaten by frost.
That exposed eye was filled with extremely suppressed frustration and Rage.
During this period of time, he was worse than a ghost!
The space distorted for a moment, and Masked Man Obito Uchiha walked out of the void. The hem of Red Cloud Robe swept across the top of the grass, and Swirl-Shaped Mask glowed with a dull color in the moonlight.
He stood two steps behind Kakashi, with his hands hanging by his sides, and his exposed Sharingan staring at the tombstone.
"Kakashi, don't be sad, your father will understand you!"
"When he chose death, it was also a kind of resistance!"
"Carrying the stigma and becoming the executioner of darkness was the path arranged by Hiruzen Sarutobi and others, but he did not obey."
"Now, if you continue to fight, you have inherited your father's will!"
"He won't blame you!"
Kakashi was silent for a while before slowly speaking.
"Are you sure that everything that happened to me... was caused by Uchiha Yongye?"
Obito nodded immediately.
"That's him."
"He can also Lightning Blade, and can easily cast Lightning Release Clone."
"All the suspicions you encountered were deliberately framed by him!"
"Originally, I didn't intend to disturb you."
"But Uchiha Yongye has set its sights on you. You are destined to not be able to stay in Konoha."
"I estimate that Uchiha Yongye's Mangekyo Sharingan ability can replicate other people's signature Ninjutsu. Your Lightning Blade, Five Release Great Combo Technique of Hiruzen Sarutobi, Vacuum Sphere of Danzo, or even the red Susanoo of Uchiha Itachi."
"Konoha Everyone is under his control!"
Kakashi's fingers clenched the stone at the edge of the tombstone. The knuckles were raised and the nails were embedded in the gaps in the moss.
"Damn bastard! I must kill him!"
Obito looked at Kakashi's rickety back, and the Sharingan slowly rotated in the hole in the mask.
"If you want to kill Uchiha Yongye, you must get close to him."
"Take advantage of his unpreparedness and attack suddenly."
"Otherwise, it will be difficult to kill him."
Kakashi finally turned his head. The exposed eye stared at Obito, his gaze as sharp as a sword that had just been unsheathed.
"How do I get to him?"
Obito's mouth corners twitched behind the mask and his voice became even lower.
"He's a psycho."
"We have to do what they like."
"Pretend to go crazy with him."
"He said he would organize a Justice League, and we pretended to agree to join. Then we arranged a strong enemy for him to deal with."
"We just took the opportunity to make a sneak attack!"
Kakashi's brows frowned, then relaxed. "What kind of powerful enemy?"
Obito took half a step forward, and the Sharingan glowed with a strange red light in the moonlight.
"I told you, God Pain."
"He is at Konoha now."
"What we have to do is let the two of them fight."
The night wind blew, picking up the dead leaves on the ground and rolling between the two of them. The dust on the tombstone was blown up and scattered under the moonlight.
Kakashi's fists were clenched and loosened, then loosened and clenched again. The palms of his hands were full of sweat, seeping down between his fingers.
He turned around again and faced the tombstone.
"Okay."
"Then let them fight!"
The moonlight shines from behind him, casting his kneeling shadow on the tombstone, like another silent person.
Seeing Kakashi still unable to let go of the pain of becoming Konoha Rogue Ninja, Obito Uchiha thought about it and decided to lure a few enemies into the trap and add a few companions to Kakashi.
"There are a few Konoha Ninja who are willing to join us, but they also hate Uchiha Yongye!"
The night is already deep.
The moonlight squeezed in through the gap in the paper door and drew a thin white line on Tatami.
Asuma Sarutobi was lying on the quilt, turning over and over like a novice chef frying fish. The quilt was twisted into a ball by him, pressed under him, and then pulled up to cover his face.
Still can't sleep.
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling above his head. The wooden beams only showed a vague outline in the darkness, like a shadow lying there.
My mind is filled with those cruel realities.
--Heir-Breaking Kick of Uchiha Yongye.
--The corpse of eldest brother Kokoro no Suke was covered in blood holes.
--Konohamaru, gray-white dead face.
--Father, from Hokage to S-rank Missing-nin.