"Courage."

Under the shade of a tree, Sasuke lazily leaned against the tree trunk, skillfully throwing the kunai in his right hand, hoping to elicit the "envy" and "want to learn" expressions from Giyuu.

But the latter lay down boredly at the end of the shade, his eyes reflecting the white clouds in the sky, as if he was pondering the shape of the clouds.

[The resolution of the breath of the moon is 10 times that of the breath of fire, so the breath of the sun should be about the same.]

[Itachi is a three-magatama, which can analyze three parts per hundred thousand per hour. Even if I can collect the resolution of the moon's breath three times a day, it will take a full 10,000 days, which is more than 20 years, which is too long.

...]

[In addition to Itachi, his father, mother, and Shisui are also three magatama. 】

[If I can find some reason for them to perform illusions on me, maybe the progress will be much faster...]

Just as Giyuu was thinking, the face of his twin brother Sasuke suddenly came into his field of vision.

The latter was kneeling on the ground, staring into his eyes carefully, as if he wanted to see through him.

"do what?"

Yiyong asked in confusion, "If you let me train with you, please forgive me for refusing. We are too far apart."

[With the strength of this body, it should be able to punch a big hole in the round stone that Master Rentaki placed on the mountain (the one Tanjiro chopped open before taking the test). 】

"Who told you not to train? How could you be my opponent?"

Sasuke snorted, completely misunderstanding what Giyuu meant, but in the blink of an eye a trace of loneliness appeared on his face.

"But if you take it seriously, you will surpass me soon.

"Your body is so good, your strength is so great, and even your chakra attributes are so exaggerated."

Sasuke's voice became softer and softer, making Giyuu have to sit up to hear clearly.

Sasuke pursed his lips and stammered, "You, can't you..."

"What's wrong?"

Jiyong patted Sasuke on the shoulder, "Speak clearly."

"I mean!

"You must have known for a long time that I was useless, so in order to let me go, you pretended that you didn't want to become a ninja and that you didn't care about your father's attitude towards you at all, right?"

Sasuke finally spoke out what was on his mind.

"If that's the case, I don't need your pity."

The summer wind passed through the canopy of trees above their heads, making a pleasant rustling sound.

After the cool wind blew by, Sasuke lowered his head and turned to one side in shame, his eyes red.

Uchiha Sasuke has been a child who refused to admit defeat since he was a child.

When Yiyong started doing housework, he also wanted to express himself, but he failed miserably.

When he was criticized by his father, he was so panicked that he couldn't sit still, but Yiyong interrupted him directly and asked when he could prepare dinner.

Although Sasuke never said it, he really envied Giyuu for being able to easily do things that neither he nor his brother could do.

But as he grew wiser, Sasuke understood that what Giyuu was good at was not what his tribe and father approved of.

This is a ninja village, a place where only the strong have a sense of presence.

Only by possessing strength and becoming a ninja, like your brother, can you gain the admiration of your father.

Around the age of four, Sasuke began to pester his brother to teach him shurikenjutsu, three-skin jutsu and Uchiha's fire escape.

After a year of this, he felt that he was finally stronger than Yiyong.

He even felt a little sorry for Giyuu, because he didn't want to become a ninja and was attacked by his father's eyes every night.

Until last night, when this brother who had never trained suddenly opened his eyes for some reason, and when his father said, "Giyu's talent is stronger than Itachi and Shisui," Sasuke felt a little depressed.

This morning, when Giyuu easily lifted the food box and ran a long distance without even breathing, Sasuke finally understood what his father meant and understood that he was not wrong.

Gradually, details that he had never considered before came into his mind.

For example, every time Yiyong buys vegetables, he knows the size and weight of the vegetables.

For example, every summer, he is so hot that he is sweating profusely, but Yiyong's side feels cool.

For example, every time he goes out, his mother will tell him to be careful, but she rarely says this to Yiyong, obviously he still has so much money on him.

Because my mother understood very early that Yiyong was not so strong just from yesterday.

But he has always been strong.

Think about it carefully, this home——

He was the only one who was treated completely like a child and a weakling!

"Why are you crying?"

Yiyong became a little troubled.

He is not a butterfly ninja, and he does not know how to coax children.

"Answer my question first."

Sasuke stared at Giyu reluctantly, "Did you say you don't want to be a ninja just to prevent me from looking so pitiful?"

The Sharingan's pupils deep in the forest shrank, obviously also wanting to know the answer to the question.

With Giyu's "love" for Sasuke, he would definitely be able to do such a thing.

Yiyong took a deep breath and said a few words quite formally: "Absolutely not."

"Why?"

Sasuke was stunned for a moment, "Why don't you want to become a ninja?"

"You should ask yourself why you want to become a ninja."

Yiyong raised his head and asked without thinking.

"Hey, because my parents and my brother are all ninjas——"

"You mean, you're just imitating them?"

"But dad also wants us to become ninjas——"

"That means you just chose your target in accordance with your family's routine and their expectations of you."

Giyuu looked at him with a deep look, "Even if you don't know what you want to do after becoming a ninja, as long as you master the power, as long as your father and tribe recognize you, as long as you make Uchiha famous, everything will be fine?"

"..."

Sasuke looked at Giyuu in surprise.

This was the first time that the latter had spoken such a long string of words to him, as if he wanted to make up for what he had not said in the past few years.

"Is there anything wrong with this idea?"

Isn't this what every clan member is doing?

Uchiha Fugaku in the distance also frowned, fearing that Giyuu would spread some weird ideas to Sasuke.

Yiyong did not answer immediately, but stared at the clouds in the sky for a while.

The shape of that cloud is very similar to the shape of Ming Yu Xing Ming's palms clasped together.

"Sasuke, you chose to become a ninja, but do you know the price that may happen?"

Yiyong turned his head and looked at his brothers who looked somewhat similar to him.

"Have you ever thought that one day you will be in close combat with others, and you will see rivers of blood and corpses everywhere in front of you?"

That was the scene in Mugen City, when they fought against Onimusuji Muzan. They had to step on the corpses of their companions on their way.

"Have you ever thought about watching your friends and family members being killed in front of you by an enemy that doesn't make sense at all?"

The mutilated corpses of his sister and Qiu Tu appeared in front of him.

"You only see that the ninjas in the clan are respected by others, but do you know that they are just those who successfully survived?

"To easily choose to be a knife in the hands of others as a career, to become a person with power, but to have no idea of ​​the possibility of being killed, to have no idea of ​​the pain of losing relatives and friends, just for 'fame',

"Glory," "pride," and "strength" are such empty words that I gave everything and still got intoxicated with them."

Yiyong raised his head and squinted his eyes against the sunshine.

"Using all kinds of beautiful words to deceive children who know nothing and have never seen other choices to become ninjas. After they see the cruel truth, they then use the hatred and pain caused by the sacrifice of their relatives and friends to let these children turn this ninja into a ninja."

Maintain the identity. Convert the conflicts and conflicts of interest between tool users into mutual hatred between tools, and pass them on naturally from generation to generation until they become common sense.

"You ask me why I don't want to be a ninja?"

Giyu glanced at Sasuke, who was already dizzy from the words he couldn't fully understand.

"That's the reason."

"Pah, pah, pah—"
To be continued...