And Ryusen Soosuke, whether it is the original memory in his heart, or the unique memory from the corpse soul world, even if it is the memory preserved in the modern world, these memories are like a trickle of water converging into a sea, and the point they point to together is what he hates most.
This kind of hatred seems to be deeply rooted in the depths of his soul, like thorns rooted in the dark soil, even if it is unknown, it has been growing and spreading there.
Regarding the people in the village, their unspeakable ignorance, and the simplicity and kindness that accompany them, Lanzen Soosuke did not uphold a numb and indifferent attitude from the beginning.
He also had a so-called struggle deep down.
This kind of struggle is like a glimmer of light floating up and down in a dark abyss, although it is faint, it does exist.
In his inner world, he repeatedly examined the people in the village, their behavior, thoughts, and attitudes towards the outside world.
He tried to understand this contradictory state of coexistence between ignorance and kindness, and tried to find an outlet from this complex web of human nature.
However, this struggle did not last long.In less than a month, he looked away as easily as if he had walked out of a fog.
In his opinion, it is enough as long as this state of human nature on both sides is real and objective.
Deep down, he firmly believed that he had never deceived anyone from beginning to end.
Most of those ordinary people are bound by invisible forces, because of the limitations of their vision, like being trapped in a small dry well, they can only see the small sky above their heads; or because of the lack of knowledge, like groping forward in the boundless darkness, they can't find the right direction, so they can only spin around in that invisible cage and can't be freed.
He feels that when he is not capable enough to change this status quo, it is not a completely unacceptable choice in morality or survival wisdom to integrate with the people around him and get along with this complex living environment and survival rate in a low-key manner.
However, he always firmly believed in a truth in his heart, people always have to face danger.
This kind of danger may come from an unknown outside world, and may lurk behind a seemingly peaceful life, like a dark surge hidden under a quiet lake.
People always have to move forward.Even if the people around them seem to be awake in their sleep, they don't know the danger of being next to the beasts around them.
Even if the whole world seems to be immersed in a kind of false tranquility, and everyone is like a blind person, unaware of the danger, but as long as you have the courage to face the crisis that may be surging in the future, look up at the towering clouds, and bravely take even a very small step forward, it is a commendable courage.
This kind of courage is like a lighthouse in the dark, even if the light is weak, it is enough to give people hope to move forward.
"Well, that's it."Aizen Soosuke whispered softly, as if to make a simple summary of his long-standing journey.
As long as there is no confusion in one's heart, one has firm beliefs and does not have the idea of retreating.
His slender fingers gently crossed the desktop, and his eyes focused on the word "Non-retreat" that he had just written on the desktop. There was a satisfied expression in his eyes, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then he nodded.
He gently picked up the piece of rice paper with 'No retreat' written on it, and stood up lightly.
The air in the calligraphy room seemed to fluctuate slightly as he got up.
He slowly walked to the horizontal bar not far behind him, hung the rice paper flat on the horizontal bar, and let the rice paper dry naturally under the breeze.
After completing this series of seemingly simple but ritualistic actions, he slowly turned his head and looked at the young man who was kneeling respectfully on the ground.
"It's really a rare guest.Kakashi Jun.I thought I was going to the cemetery to find you as usual today, why did I suddenly find you?Is it in the mood to open up something and want to share it with me?Or do you want to have some deep communication with me?"
As Lanzen Soosuke said, he quietly looked at the young man in front of him.
Hagi Kakashi, who was kneeling on the ground, did not speak immediately. His only exposed eye was like a pool of quiet lake water. He just quietly looked at the slightly strange and slightly weird environment around him. There seemed to be a trace of confusion in his eyes.
A whole day has passed, and in this past day, his heart seems to have experienced a silent battle.In the end, he thought that he would have to come to see this Lanzen Soosuke today anyway, so he finally came here.
This is also the first time he has come to the home of this legendary figure in Konoha Village.
Kakashi had heard many rumors about this man.
It is rumored that this huge house was given to him by Hokage himself, which was a heavy reward.
But most of the space in this house was arranged by him as a hotel for free accommodation.
Outsiders can live here with peace of mind as long as they pay a little money for meals that are only symbolic.
This house is mainly to help those who are homeless and those who suffer from domestic violence.
In this big house, only the surprisingly spacious calligraphy room and a small room inside are truly private places for Aizen Soosuke.
Although so far, the rumored rudimentary hut has not caught Kakashi's eyes, but right now, this unique artistic calligraphy room alone has already made Kakashi, who is quite knowledgeable, a little dazed.
His gaze was attracted by the surrounding scene. In this calligraphy room, one after another, the calligraphy and painting that looked like they contained infinite power and majestic handwriting were not carefully framed and hung on high beams. Instead, they hung from above like a waterfall. , They floated in layers, like draped curtains hanging from the sky, cleverly separating this originally open calligraphy room from all sides.
The black shiny pen and ink wantonly sway the creator's emotions and ambitions on the white rice paper, as well as the blue-dyed Soosuke who is sitting firmly in the center, wearing a pure white feather weave and black lining.
This man, who always wears a pair of glasses, still looks like a gentle smile. He gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Even if the movement was very gentle, an imperceptible light flashed on the lens.
However, when Kakashi's gaze fell on the huge, vigorous brushstrokes of the word "Non-retreat" hanging behind Aizen Soosuke, an indescribable sense of fear surged inexplicably in his heart.
The calligraphy words hanging from all sides are like some kind of hideous behemoth with mysterious power. From the depths of the rich ink color, it seems that he is condescendingly overlooking his small ant-like self.
Every stroke, every ink mark, is like the sharp teeth or scales of a behemoth, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.
The breeze blew through the calligraphy room, and the paper as light as tulle fluttered slowly, accompanied by the sound of summer bells, just after being asked softly by Lan Zhan, the six-year-old boy's body even shivered involuntarily. , He was like a frightened fawn, hurriedly lowered his head.
After a while, Kakashi made a low voice as if he had finally mustered the courage.There was a hint of hesitation and uneasiness in his voice, echoing in this quiet and depressing calligraphy room.
"...can I trust you?"
"Please don't ask such naive questions, otherwise you will look weak, Kakashi."
Aizen Soosuke's voice was still gentle, but with an unquestionable majesty, like a raging undercurrent hidden under the calm lake.
He calmly picked up the wooden paperweight, and gracefully took out a brand-new piece of rice paper and spread it on the table in front of him.
Then he turned around and naturally picked up the ink-soaked brush, sat on the ground and returned to the state of calligraphy before, and began to smear his own ink marks on rice paper in a flowing posture.
His eyes were focused and calm, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, except for the rice paper in front of him and the brush in his hand.
"What a person looks like cannot be judged solely by hearsay, but depends on his behavior and the actions he shows in his daily actions, rather than blindly following the unfounded claims of others.If you only rely on prejudice or unfounded gossip to form a perception of a person, it will inevitably lead to extremely wrong cognitive results."
While writing, he expounded his point of view in a whisper, and the words slowly flowed into Kakashi's ears like a trickle of water.
"Believing in the deceptive words of the enemy will lead to hostile emotions between one's own people. This emotion is like a raging flame that will quickly burn down the hard-won harmony and unity.If you believe in irresponsible outsiders from the outside world, you will have an invisible barrier to your family. This barrier is like a cold divide, separating the originally close relationship between relatives.This may seem to be trivial things, but in essence, it is quietly disturbing your normal cognition."
He continued to speak slowly, the brush in his hand was still walking on the rice paper, and the black ink was spreading rhythmically like his words.
"What is oneself and what is others.Who will we be accepted by, and what actual position others are in, this is the first thing we have to figure out in the process of interacting with people and understanding the world... But for you now, this requirement may be a bit too high. Right."
As Aizen Soosuke said, he paused for a moment in his hand movement, and raised his eyes to Kakashi.
At this time, there was a trace of inquiry in his eyes.
Are you still a six-year-old child?
He thought to himself secretly in his heart.Or is all this just an appearance disguised by this young man? In fact, he understands it very well in his heart, but he just deliberately pretends not to understand it?
He turned his head and looked at Kakashi's confused face carefully, as if a scholar was studying a rare antique.
In the end, he sat on the ground and gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose again with some regret.
"Then, let me just say it.This should have been something that should have been told to you three days later."
Aizen Soosuke sighed softly, as if he had made a decision that went against his original plan.
He put the brush in his hand firmly on the paperweight, as if he had completed an important task, then stood up formally and turned around, facing the complicated-looking Hagi Kakashi calmly, and stretched out his palm that looked very ordinary but seemed to contain great power in his direction. Palm.
"Come and be my son, Kakashi."
When Aizen Soosuke said these words, his eyes were gentle and firm, and his voice echoed in this calligraphy room, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
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When Kakashi heard these words, his whole body seemed to be frozen in an instant, and his young and tender face was full of doubts and shock.