Konoha: Gojo Satoru Template, Taking Over The Seventh Class

【515】The Arrival of Liu Shengwu

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen.

Then, a person came out from the forest, Sasuke looked blankly, it turned out to be his teacher, Liu Shengwu.

"Stupid," Liu Shengyu said flatly.

"You should have a good sleep first, everything will be fine when you wake up." Liu Shengwu looked at Sasuke and showed a smile.

Just as Sasuke wanted to continue talking, he suddenly felt dizzy and "570" came, which instantly made him lose consciousness.

Yagyu Satoru looked at Uchiha Itachi, who was washed by the rain on the ground, and at Kisame and Yakushi Kabuto who were leaving quickly in the distance, shook his head, and did not speak.

"Unexpectedly, you left like this," Liu Shengwu looked at Uchiha Itachi's body on the ground indifferently, frowning.

"I don't know if your wish has come true."

No one knows what he is thinking.

A few minutes later, Yagyu Satoru lifted Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke, and used the mystery of lifting weights as if they were light. In an instant, the weight of the two of them was in Yagyu Satoru's hands, as light as a piece of paper.

"Let's go and take you home."

Liu Shengwu looked into the distance, squinted his eyes, and then galloped straight in the direction of Konoha Village.

In situ, only his light words were left behind.

Sasuke struggled, he dreamed of many memory fragments, many pictures, these pictures seemed familiar, but he did not experience them personally.

No one knows what's going on.

Only Sasuke himself remains in these fragments of memory.

The rain was intense.

The sky and the earth were stained red with blood.

Everywhere is filled with gunpowder smoke and flames, which is the prelude to war.

In the shock wave generated by the explosion, between the kunai and the shuriken forming a black rainstorm, and in the scene of flying flesh and blood, countless ninjas rushed forward one after another, holding kunai, holding ninja swords, and displaying ninja With a ferocious and brutal face, he used the most violent means to tear apart the enemy in front of him.

The ninja who killed the enemy a moment ago was about to show a smug smile when he was drowned by Kunai and fell into a pool of blood.

The ninjas roared past, leaving puddles of trampled flesh.

Looking around, there are piles of corpses.

None of the corpses looked peaceful, numb, twisted, and pain filled their faces.

Not just the ninjas, the destroyed villages, the turbulent cities, the homeless people who were displaced by the ninja force, they were wailing, falling on the way to escape, wailing in the blood rain...

Countless lives are lost.

On the edge of the battlefield, the boy's immature face was full of shock and fear, and he wanted to escape.

But a big hand grabbed his shoulder and held him in place. The existence called father said to him in a very penetrating voice:

"Remember, Itachi, this is war!

Peace will not come, old wars end, new wars will be born.

This is just like that sentence, the long-term must be divided, the long-term must be combined.

As long as there are people, there will be interests, and if there are too many people, there will be interest disputes.

War is nothing but a continuation of interests.

Sooner or later, you will also step into such a 2.3 battle.

Then, there is the quiet and peaceful forest.

A boy from the same clan extended a friendly palm to him.

"Hi, I'm Uchiha Shisui. You are Uchiha Itachi, I've heard of you, Uchiha's genius, would you like to practice with me?"

The girl standing in front of the door had her hands behind her back, her eyes narrowed into beautiful crescent moons.

As sweet as flowers. .