dmims Chapter 152: Was it a dream or a dream?
Chapter 152: Was it a dream or a dream?
As expected, by the time Konoha Village deployed a large force to surround the Shimura clan's territory, the territory was already completely deserted.
"Damn it, I should have known!" Tobirama said impatiently and angrily.
"Captain, what do we do now?" a Senju ninja asked Tobirama, looking at the clan's territory.
He was equally angry; this was undoubtedly a disregard for the Senju clan.
Tobirama hesitated for a moment, then said, "There's no other way. It seems we have to go back first... But before we go back, let's investigate first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tobirama stepped into the Shimura clan's territory to begin his investigation.
"They do run fast..." Tobirama looked at the empty houses in the clan's territory and couldn't help but marvel at the clan's cunning.
However, after investigating for a while, Tobirama discovered a small, dilapidated hut. The hut clearly showed no signs of having been moved. Curious, Tobirama walked over and slowly pushed open the door...
The room contained only a bed and some ordinary tables and chairs, looking very rudimentary. Some clothes hung on a clothes rack; judging by their size and style... it belonged to a little boy about the same age as Banban.
"Why didn't they move this room?" Tobirama frowned slightly, looking thoughtfully at the dust accumulated on the floor and table.
......
Inside the Hidden Leaf Village, in the intensive care unit, a little boy with black and white hair lay on a hospital bed, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed. He looked very weak and in pain.
"Banban..." Yan Yi's eyes were full of heartache as she called the little boy's name to herself.
He had cried himself to exhaustion and reflected on himself for a long, long time. He had escaped from the brink of death and returned to the village. Itama had been unconscious for several days and still showed no signs of waking up.
Yan Yi reached out and gently grasped Itama's hand, silently hoping that Itama would wake up soon.
The board's palms were very hot, as if it still had a high fever...
Yan Yi's eyes dimmed. The village's current technology and medical level are still too backward... Speaking of which, until his brother's granddaughter Tsunade formed a medical unit, medical development was very slow.
Ninjas are essentially tools; if they're injured or unconscious, they're basically left to heal on their own. Without Healing Palm Techniques or other medical ninjutsu, what should one do in this situation...?
"It's a pity I'm of Uchiha blood..." Yan Yi looked at his palm, his face showing sadness.
I probably won't be able to learn the Healing Palm Technique; it's practically impossible for an Uchiha with the innate Yin attribute to learn medical ninjutsu...
Just as he was lying by the bed, guarding the partitioned room, he suddenly felt a sensation in his palm...
"!"
Yan Yi immediately looked up and noticed that Banban's fingers were trembling slightly, as if trying to grab her... Yan Yi's eyes widened, and she immediately gripped Banban's hand tightly, stood up and looked at Banban.
The little boy seemed to be having a nightmare, but at this moment, Yan Yi was holding Ban Jian's hand tightly, and his brows seemed to have relaxed a bit.
"Panpan...?"
Yan Yi tentatively called out Itama's name softly, but Itama seemed to be struggling and still didn't wake up.
This scene brought tears to Yan Yi's eyes again. Seeing his beloved person so miserable and sad, he felt terrible.
"Banban...please wake up...please..." Yan Yi whispered in Banjian's ear, her voice choked with emotion.
"Um...uh..."
Itama struggled, groaning, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead... Yan Yi stared nervously at Itama's face, his heart filled with anticipation.
The boy lying on the bed seemed to be reacting, and his struggling movements became more and more obvious, and his head began to shake from side to side.
"Yan Yi... Waaah... Don't leave me..." Tears began to slide down her cheeks and drip onto the pillow.
The boy closed his eyes and shed tears. This scene instantly broke Yan's defenses, and she also began to cry.
"Banban, I won't leave you! I absolutely won't!" Yan Yi cried out, her voice trembling with tears.
Itaru seemed to have heard Yan Yi's reply. His sad expression slowly calmed down, and he gradually regained some strength in his hand, gripping Yan Yi's hand in return.
Time passed second by second, and Yan Yi dared not move, staring straight at Ban Jian's somewhat cute yet pitiful face.
......
His blood was boiling, and itaru felt as if he had entered a scorching hell. He called out Yan Yi's name everywhere, but received no response at all.
"Yan Yi! Where are you? Waaah... I can't find you, waaaah..."
Itama ran wildly across this scorched earth, but wherever he went, there were only black clouds, thick smoke, and raging fire... like a hellish painting on a battlefield.
The sounds of fighting came from afar. Itama looked over in disbelief and saw that the Uchiha and Senju clans were fighting?!
Hadn't they reconciled? How could they start fighting again? Was all that peace I knew before just a dream? Was I never even with Yan Yi?
Itama found it hard to accept; he was starting to lose track of reality...
He ran quickly, sharp stones and broken swords cutting his toes, but he showed no sign of stopping and continued to run forward.
Is this the center of the battlefield?
Itama looked up into the distance, his pupils suddenly contracting, fear and confusion etched deeply onto his face...
Because he saw two boys fighting in the distance, and it wasn't a drill at all, but a real life-or-death battle.
It was a boy with a thousand hands, dressed in green armor, with a white cloth tied around his head, his expression fierce as he gripped his sword tightly. However, his hair color... was the same black and white as his own.
Opposite him stood a black-haired boy wearing a black stand-up collar combat suit, covered in blood and wounds. The boy's expression was one of pain and sorrow, with red tears of blood dripping down his cheeks, making him look extremely pitiful.
"Please stop fighting, please, Itama! Please..." The black-haired boy used a knife to support his body, looking like he was about to collapse.
But the other party seemed completely unresponsive, and charged forward again with a knife in hand...
"don't want!!"
With tears streaming down her face, Itama rushed towards the center of the battle, trying to stop it all...
But then he seemed to trip over something, and he watched helplessly as the person who looked like him plunged a sharp knife into the body of the black-haired boy opposite him...
puff-
That was the sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh. The knife had accurately pierced the black-haired boy's heart, penetrating his body... Stabbed in a vital spot, the black-haired boy fell straight down...
"Do not!!"
Itama's eyes were blurred with tears. He struggled to get up and rush over, but it felt as if countless hands were gripping him from below, preventing him from moving forward and instead dragging him down.
In the hazy, broken light, despair filled the eyes of the board...
The world was pitch black.
Itama suddenly snapped out of her daze, immediately looked up, and fearfully surveyed her surroundings...
"Where am I? Where's Yan Yi? Waaaaah..."
Tears blurred his vision, so he quickly wiped them away and stood up, but he lost his balance and crashed hard into the wall.
"what!"
He fell again, and in his daze, he saw a faint light coming from above, which brought him back to his senses...
"Where am I..." Itama could hardly believe it, his eyes filled with immense shock.
A faint moonlight shone through the small iron window, casting its light onto the makeshift bed made of piled stones...
Isn't this the cell where I was once imprisoned? How did I end up here again? Was what happened just now a dream? And now? Am I dreaming too?
Itama was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He didn't know what was real and what was fake... The scene of Yan Yi being killed by his own hands was still vivid in his mind. Every time he thought about it, despair enveloped his heart.
"Waaaaah... Yan Yi... please, please come and save me... Waaaaah..."
Sobbing, she huddled in the corner of her cell, hugging herself tightly, her body still trembling uncontrollably...