It was like a mystery in the dark suddenly broke into the light, and Kakashi was taken aback.
However, he quickly dispelled the doubts in his heart and thought: 'Forget it, it's about that guy anyway. He is a Konoha consultant. After staying in Konoha Village for so long, some strange connections are normal.
Just leave it to yourself.Kakashi knew in his heart that he was just a six-year-old child. In this intricate and dangerous ninja world, unknown dangers were hidden everywhere, just like the dark tide might be surging under the calm lake.
If some things are involved rashly, it may be like opening a magic box full of troubles, which will bring unexpected disasters to yourself.
So he quickly realized that this was not something he should take care of, so as usual, he planned to return to his house to rest.
There are the small beds he is familiar with, as well as the gadgets that accompany him, and now he just wants to quickly return to that comfortable and safe nest.
But just as he was about to turn around and leave this slightly weird scene, the Uchiha man who was kneeling on the ground wearing the No. 6 label Yuori with a miserable face seemed to have sensed something, and his whole body suddenly shook violently. .
This tremor was like a shivering remnant leaf in the autumn breeze, and like a small animal that suddenly heard some terrifying sound in the dark, full of fear and uneasiness.
Then he seemed to be driven by an instinct, slowly raised his head, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Kakashi.
There seemed to be a signal for help in his gaze, as if he was silently telling his predicament, or maybe it was just a blank glance, like a traveler who had lost his way was looking for something.
And the moment his unique red eyes saw Kakashi, Kakashi immediately heard a familiar voice.
The voice appeared out of thin air, as if it had traveled from another time and space, but it came into his ears very clearly, as if it was softly spoken in his ears.
"Ah, Jingjun."
Although the voice was low, it was full of tenderness and magnetism. It was like a gurgling stream of water flowing through the heart, and it was like a big warm hand gently stroking the human heart, making people feel a kind of peace of mind the moment they hear it, just like suddenly seeing a warm bonfire in the cold night.
In the room that seemed to be empty just now, the figure of Aizen Soosuke quietly appeared at this time.
In this slightly sultry night, there was no breeze, and even the air seemed to become sticky, and people's breathing seemed to become heavier.
The familiar figure is still wearing Yuori and glasses, and the color and style of Yuori are still the same, as neat and calm as his usual image.
The tall but not burly Aizen Soosuke is sitting in front of the chopping board. The chopping board looks a little old, with inkstones and other writing instruments on it.
The texture of the inkstone looks very good, with fine patterns carved on it.
Anzen Soosuke's movements are not tight or slow. His fingers gently hold the ink strips and grind the ink on the inkstone rhythmically. Every circle of grinding seems to contain a rhythm. He seems to be immersed in his own world, and all the sounds and things from the outside world cannot disturb him.
He didn't even raise his head and said to the messy figure behind him: "It really surprised me to be here at this time.Is it because the original place is too dark?"
There was a kind of exploration in his words, and there seemed to be countless thoughts hidden behind that gentle voice, as if he knew that this man named Jing must have a special reason for coming, just like a wise man has already understood everything, just waiting for the other party to confess.
"...I want to fight for the village."
The man known as the mirror glanced in Kakashi's direction vaguely, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't want Kakashi to notice anything.
His lips trembled slightly, and his expression of numbness and sorrow slowly turned to the direction of Aizen Soosuke, his expression seemed to be tired and helpless after a long period of hardships.
Although his voice is smooth, it can make people hear the suppressed emotions in it, like a turbulent undercurrent under the calm sea.
"The village has reached a critical juncture. We discussed it. At least at the beginning, we should be allowed to do something.The third Ninja World War is about to break out soon. This war is like a dark cloud that is about to pour down, enveloping everyone's hearts and bringing endless haze.We have to stop it."
His eyes were full of a kind of firmness, it was a kind of determination to die unafraid. Although his face was still numb and sad, his firm gaze was like a burning flame, burning in his eyes, as if to burn out all the darkness.
"In my impression, I have never stopped you."
As Lanzen Soosuke said, he was still grinding the ink tightly and slowly.
His movements were gentle and soothing, and the ink strip slid slowly in the inkstone, making a slight rubbing sound, like a low serenade.
His words were faint, as if floating from a distant place, light and slow.
The sound was like the thin sunlight in winter, faintly sprinkled, although a trace of temperature could be felt, it was difficult to dispel the deep chill.
Moreover, there seems to be a lot of deep meaning in these words. The deep meaning is like a bottomless lake, and the lake is filled with fog, making it difficult to fathom its true connotation.
Uchiha Jing's heart was very helpless, his brows frowned slightly, and his eyes were mixed with complex emotions.
Yes, all our mobility is on you, and you are like an invisible barrier, firmly in control of the situation.
If it weren't for your approval, we wouldn't be able to act at all.
Uchiha Jing sighed secretly, that is, he has a relatively docile personality. If he were to change to a grumpy person, facing this kind of constrained situation, I am afraid he would have scolded a long time ago.
Now he can only swallow these grievances and grievances silently, and he has to work hard to maintain calm on his face, but the slightly twitching corners of his mouth still betray the rough waves in his heart.
"Aizen Soosuke.We have too little time to go out.This is also bad news for you, right?"
The speaker's eyebrows frowned slightly, it was a slightly wrinkled expression, like a ripple on a calm lake.
There was a trace of worry in his eyes, and this worry was like a lingering mist, lingering in the depths of his eyes.
He slowly raised his head slightly, his movements were a little slow, as if carrying a thousand-pound burden.
There seemed to be a lot of unspeakable helplessness hidden in the eyes of Aizen Soosuke. This helplessness was like a deep gully hidden in a dark corner, which could not be easily understood.
The environment they are in is like a huge invisible cage, and there are always many restrictions.
Every restriction is like a tough rope, binding them tightly.
Every opportunity to go out is like a rare treasure, pitiful, like a handful of green buds in the vast desert, precious and rare.
"How could it be?I am very satisfied to be able to do this.You already have the ability to sustain yourself, and the rest is just a matter of course."
Aizen sat there with his back straight like a ruler, and his whole person exuded an aura that might stem from self-confidence or indifference.
His eyes are calm and deep, like a quiet deep lake, with endless secrets hidden at the bottom of the lake, as if in his eyes, the operation of everything in the world is under his control, he is like a master who watches coldly.
His fingers gently tapped the desktop, making a rhythmic sound, which echoed back and forth in the quiet and almost dead room, like a symphony of calmness in his heart, every note tells of his calm state of mind. State of mind.
After writing down the word 'war' on the flat rice paper on the desktop, Ryzen Soosuke said in a low voice with a flat expression on his face.
His posture of holding the pen is elegant and steady, the pen holder rotates freely between his fingers, and the word 'war' under the pen is vigorous and powerful, as if it is infused with the power of thousands of Jun, and every stroke penetrates the back of the paper.
After finishing writing, he put down his pen and stared at the word tightly for a while. The process of staring at it was like a long contemplation. It seemed that the word contained many complex meanings. It may be the strategy of war, or it may be the mapping of power.
"Moreover, this war is a continuation of the last hasty war.The reason is also to compete for a better living space. What reason do you have to prevent the war from happening?"
Aizen Soosuke tilted his head slightly, the angle of inclination was just right, like a carefully sketched stroke by a painter.
He looked through the window and looked into the distance. The scenery outside the window was like a long picture scroll unfolding before his eyes, and he seemed to be looking for the deeper logic behind the war in the picture scroll. It is a kind of driving force hidden behind the meeting of soldiers.
His hair flickered with a faint luster under the reflection of the sun, and the light was more like the embellishment of an aura that was uncontested but insightful to the world, making people even more unable to understand his true thoughts, just like seeing flowers in the mist and Mochizuki in the water. General.
"Even if it doesn't work, you should give it a try."
The person who answered had a firm tone, as strong as steel in a sword-casting furnace, with a touch of stubbornness in his eyes, and that stubbornness was like a small flame burning deep in his eyes.
He clenched his fists tightly with both hands, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were slightly raised, like winding snakes, showing the strong persistence in his heart at this time.
He knew it was very difficult, like shaking a big tree, using his small power to fight the huge torrent of war.
But the sense of justice in his heart drives him, just like a lighthouse flashing in the dark to guide the direction of the ship, the sense of justice in his heart is his lighthouse, and he doesn't want to give up even the slightest possibility easily, even if this possibility is as weak as a candle light swaying in the wind.
"What to try?"
Aizen Soosuke turned his head, his movements were unhurried, and every detail in his movements was full of an elegant and calm temperament.
His gaze fell on the person in front of him again, with a trace of doubt and inquiry in his eyes. The doubt was like the gentle wave marks from the lake that had just thawed in early spring, and the inquiry was like the fish that broke through the ice into the water, wanting to go deep into the depths of the eyes to explore the truth.
His fingers slowly combed his hair. This subtle movement was orderly, like carefully taking care of a peerless treasure. This subtle movement did not break his usual indifferent image, but added a bit of elegance, as if he himself was a perfect person made of elegance.
"Make the world peaceful and tell them it was just an accident."
The man's eyes were full of longing, and that longing was like a golden ocean full of sunshine, sparkling, as if he had already seen the beautiful scene of a peaceful world, as if he was already in it.
He can see the children laughing and playing in a peaceful land, and the people living and working in peace. The whole world is as wonderful as a picture scroll of peace and prosperity.
His body leaned forward slightly, as if he was being pulled by the beautiful vision, and he couldn't wait to achieve this great goal. He was like a warrior fearless of the turbulent waves, completely ignoring the huge difficulties and dangers that he might face, even if there was an abyss ahead, he wanted to give it a try.
"Then, Guan Jun, the acting captain of the Second Division, and Jing Jun, the acting captain of the Sixth Division, I think the strength of the two of you is more than enough for the current situation."
Suzuke Aizen squinted his eyes slightly, like a lazy but alert cat.
He looked at the two of them one by one, his eyes seemed to be evaluating a precious object, like an experienced treasure connoisseur carefully looking at rare treasures, trying to see all the hidden energy in them, every trace of power, every potential, as if they were about to be tapped out by his sharp eyes.
"It's just that... there is no way to guard Konoha yet."
Jingjun pursed his lips and looked firmly at Lanzen Soosuke.