A Person Without Vision
The word 'slaughter' instantly exploded in Weasel's mind. Weasel's pupils instantly constricted and widened.
Obviously, he didn't expect such words to come from a commoner.
Most of the conflicts and secrets between ninjas would not be revealed to ordinary civilians.
However, Aosuke was able to get to the end of the question with just a few words and a little bit of wind.
He didn't care what Itachi's current identity was, nor did he care what Itachi was doing.
He only used the most extreme ending to ask Itachi.
Even though Weasel didn't want to face it, after thinking about it carefully, this was the worst solution.
Naruto ordered, slaughter the clan.
To disobey was to stand on Uchiha's side.
The Tu clan stood on the side of the village.
Was he also asking which team he was on?
Weasel's heart was in a state of shock.
"You can analyze so much with just a few words from me?”
Weasel put down the dumpling in his hand and took a deep breath.
"Sometimes, I feel that it might be a loss for the village if you only become a commoner teacher.”
Aosuke nodded without hesitation.
"Oh, that's right. You have good taste.”
"What kind of loss would it be without him? Letting him come would be sending him to his death.”
A cold voice came from beside them.
The black mask covered half of the young man's face, and his messy silver hair was on his head.
The young man, who only had a dead fish eye, looked at the two of them from the side. His brows were furrowed so tightly that it looked like he could pinch a fly to death.
Although they were both in the same growing season, Kakashi was clearly a size smaller than Asuke.
"Ah, senior Kakashi."
Weasel obviously didn't expect to meet Kakashi in this area, and for a moment, he couldn't react in time and looked left and right.
He remembered that the relationship between the two brothers was rather cold, and Kakashi did not take the initiative to come over too many times.
Qimu Cang's face turned bitter as he shrugged at Weasel and pointed at Kakashi with his thumb.
"Ah, people like this have bad taste.”
Kakashi was obviously too lazy to argue with him. He was already exhausted from carrying out a day of missions, so he was not in the mood to argue with Cang Jie.
He only unwillingly extended his hand towards Cang Jie.
"Give me the laundry list. I want to get my clothes.”
"I've searched the house, but there's nothing."
Cang Jie raised his eyebrows and searched his pocket.
He took out a crumpled receipt and waved it in front of Kakashi.
Kakashi took the receipt and did not wait for the two to say anything.
He jumped up nimbly, stepped on the nearby eaves and walls, and quickly ran into the distance.
Weasel looked at Kakashi's back in a daze. Usually, Kakashi would only run so fast when he was on an urgent mission.
Weasel and Asuke were friends, and Kakashi was a colleague. These two people were usually considered easy to get along with.
Although he had long heard that the two brothers were not on good terms, he did not expect them to be so cold when they met.
They were clearly brothers.
"This is puberty."
Aosuke nodded his head in understanding. Clearly, he was already used to interacting with Kakashi this way.
"Is your relationship so bad because of Uncle Shuo Mao?”
Weasel thought for a long time and found the reason why not only did his brothers not rely on each other after his father died, but they also treated each other like strangers.
It must have something to do with their father, Whitetooth Woodleaf, who committed suicide.
"Something like that."
"After all, he has always been brooding over the fact that I didn't stop my father from committing suicide.”
Hatake Aokuke had an indifferent expression as he placed his hands behind his head.
In fact, it was not that he did not stop them, but that he had no way to stop them.
Qimu Aosuke lowered his gaze and fell into deep thought.
At that time, Qigu Aosuke and Kakashi were only six or seven years old.
That day, because the sky was overcast, it seemed like it would rain at any moment.
Since his father returned from the mission, he had been getting more and more depressed. He might not be able to remember the matter of collecting clothes.
Asuke was not as talented as Kakashi in his studies, so he skipped class early and ran home.
Perhaps it would be better if he didn't go back.
That was what he thought at the time.
Without waiting for him to run into the house, he was taken away by Gen's people.
Those people were all wearing masks that were not too different. In the darkness, Cang Jie could not tell who they were.
In his panic, his mouth was covered and his eyes were blindfolded.
"I hope you can understand what Lord Tanzo means. After all, we don't want to do this kind of thing.”
"You don't want to make things difficult for Lord Naruto, right?”
"Your children will be well taken care of.”
An emotionless voice rang out in the rainy night, accompanied by distant thunder. Qimu Cangjie's heart was beating like a drum.
He desperately shook his head on the ground, trying to wipe off the cloth covering his eyes.
However, the moment he removed the blindfold, Hatake Shuoguo's voice rang out.
"I understand."
Dazzling lightning instantly lit up the entire room. Aoksuke glared at the group of masked people.
"It's very troublesome to be seen by this kid. Since White Tooth is already dead, let's deal with him together.”
"Isn't there still a genius called Kakashi? That one is enough."
The masked man who was leaning on the side lit a cigarette.
Hatake Aoseke had actually died together with White Tooth on that rainy night.
And the replacement was naturally after his death.
It was also at that time that he completely became an ordinary civilian who used the Gojo Guru template and had no chakras at all.
Go Gojo's reversal tactic barely healed his wounds and resurrected Asuke.
But to Qimu Shuo Mao, there was nothing he could do.
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