Suddenly, a thought flashed in Maou's mind - if his brother was injured so badly, what about Akira Uchiha, who went on a mission with him?

She hurried forward two steps and grabbed the clansmen who wanted to leave: "Uncle Ming, how is Uchiha Ming? Is he injured too?!"

The person being questioned seemed to have not expected this, and only after a pause showed a sad expression.

"It's a pity, Lord Ming, he..."

Seeing the expression on the clan's face, Zhen Yang knew what he was going to say. She didn't continue listening and quickly interrupted the other party's words: "I see, thank you."

"...and my condolences."

The clansmen hesitated, leaving this sentence and leaving.

Looking at the person's retreating back, Zhen Yang stood there for a long time without speaking, her expression numb.

Mikoto's call came from inside the house, and she came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream, shook her body, turned and walked into the house.

Half a month later, Zhenyang and Mikoto went to the hospital to visit Fuyue, and by the way, they brought him home, who was in a stable condition, to continue recuperating.

Back in the clan, Fuyue called them to the living room with a serious expression.

He knelt down on the tatami, glanced at his wife and sister, and solemnly said straight to the point: "After this incident, I opened a kaleidoscope of writing wheels."

Saying that, Fuyue's eyes instantly turned into a kaleidoscope of intricate patterns.

Uchiha Akira's death created these eyes. really don't know if it was lucky or unfortunate. Their brothers and sisters even possessed this cursed power.

Mikoto covered her mouth in horror when she saw the red-and-black pattern that was rolling around.

"How, how could this be!?"

Fuyue sighed and closed the writing wheel eye: "Now there are two pairs of kaleidoscope writing wheel eyes in the clan, if the senior management of Konoha learns about this, relevant measures will be taken."

"Mao."

He called his little sister in a deep voice, "You don't have to worry about anything, just leave it to me."

Fuyue's tone is rare and gentle, but there is a meaning that cannot be rejected in his words.

Zhen Yang stared blankly at his brother who seemed to have made up his mind, his eyes darkened, and he lowered his head not knowing what he was thinking.

"I see."

The order from the top was issued soon, and it was ordered to send Maou Uchiha to the front line to prevent other countries from using the power of the tail beast.

Fuyue, who has not yet cultivated, expected this situation and wanted to go to Hokage to cancel the order, but when he learned that his sister got the news, he packed his things and went to the battlefield overnight, and he was so excited that he almost lost his blood. Coming out, he became furious and he stayed at home for another week.

Of course these are all for later.

At this time, Maou Uchiha came to the cemetery again. It seemed that every time she was in a bad mood, she would wander here unconsciously. Surrounded by the silence like death, her mood unexpectedly calmed down.

The country of fire has just experienced a baptism of rain. The air is filled with the fragrance of grass and trees after the rain.

There were no people in the cemetery, and few people came to sweep the grave in the early morning.

After spending most of the time here, Zhen Yang finally decided to go home, and before she stood up, she heard a slight footstep behind her.

She turned her head and saw a pale face. The man was thin, with long hair falling down, and his golden pupils were full of interest. The visitor was obviously Orochimaru, one of the three ninjas.

Zhenyang lowered his eyes and said hello politely, "Master Orochimaru."

Orochimaru's eyes wandered back and forth over the girl's head, the meaning of his eyes was unclear, he smiled, and his voice was very low.

"I know you, Maou Uchiha, you are a recognized genius of the Uchiha clan."

I don't understand the meaning of the other party's mention of these clichés, but he is one of the three ninjas and his senior, so he just needs to follow his words no matter what.

Her voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and she was not at all proud of being praised by her seniors: "It's just a false claim. If I were really a genius, I wouldn't be here."

Maou looked at the three tombstones in front of him with a complicated expression.

After all, she was not strong enough to protect anyone.

Hearing this, Orochimaru raised his eyebrows: "There is no need to cry for dead creatures. Life loses its meaning at the moment of death. With your ability, you should look elsewhere."

"........."

Speechless for a while.

Orochimaru was not in a hurry, as if he was certain that the girl would answer him, he patiently stood by and waited for her next sentence.

I saw her raised her head, and there was no joy, anger, sorrow or joy in her deep black eyes, only her voice showed no warmth in this solemn atmosphere.

"You're right, there's no need to cry for the dead, because it might be a blasphemy for them."

Orochimaru let out a chuckle in his throat, satisfied with her answer.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you on the battlefield, Maou Uchiha."

"I am very honored."

"Is this your first meeting with Lord Orochimaru?"

"Yeah, he's really a strange person, isn't he?" Uchiha Mao sneezed in a low voice, wrapping the blanket around him, "It's been more than half a year since then."

It has been half a year since she came to the battlefield, and her brother's child has already been born, but unfortunately she can't go back to see her. The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and there is no guarantee that she will fall into a crisis and need her to go to the rescue.

Namikaze Minato glanced at her, then paused and said, "If you're really too cold, go to sleep first, I'll be alone here to watch the night."

"No, I'm fine."

Shino wrapped himself into a ball but still stubbornly refused to go into the sleeping bag. They were located on the border between the land of grass and the land of rain. Unlike the land of fire, where the four seasons are like spring, the temperature difference between day and night here is large. It's winter now, and it's going to be very cold at night.