Damn it, I have a pair of Sharingan eyes

"Soichiro Mizuzuki ... Tut-tut, this name has not been used for a long time, and now I really prefer the name Uchiha Suigetsu. Kuichiro Mizuzuki sat alone on the small bed in the luxurious ward, the white sheets and the floor seemed to be wafting with the faint fragrance of lavender, the small sunflower on the balcony was blooming beautifully, and the old Edogawa cherry tree growing outside the window was an ancient Edogawa cherry tree that was more than 100 years old.

This hospital is located in the center of Shibuya, but it can receive even ten customers throughout the year, because when Hideo Mizuzuki spent a lot of money to build this hospital, he used the identity of not the head of the Mizugetsu Foundation, but just a father who wanted to save his son.

In other words, this is a hospital built by Hideo Mizuzuki alone for his only son, even if the money it burns every year is unacceptable to the listed group, but in front of a father, these are too insignificant.

Now that the people in this hospital have awakened and are even healthier than they once were, there may be no greater joy than this.

But Ichiro Mizuki still refused all the celebrations, he just wanted to lie quietly on the bed, looking at the clouds on the clear blue sky outside the window, slowly drifting, with the wind, with the rain, just like this day after day.

Today, Kuichiro Mizuki no longer has much interest in the identity of the son of the chaebol, although he still has the same respect for his parents as these two relatives who love him, but everything else, he feels strange, whether it is this world or this sky, it is so strange.

"But can I only learn to go along with it? maybe... Those eighteen years were actually just a dream?", Kuichiro Mizuzuki muttered to himself, he learned to comfort himself like he did on TV, but when he reached out and touched his eyes, covered by eye masks, the pain still came unexpectedly, they were like a tide, sharp and real.

"Forget it, let's bury these in my heart... If you have to find out the truth, you will be treated as mentally ill and criticized, right? I'm the only son of the Suigetsu Foundation now, and I can't babble like before.

Mizuki Kuichiro kept kneading his cheeks, an action that helped him calm his mind, and it seemed that it would still be useful even when he returned to Tokyo.

"Let's go out for a walk..."

, staying indoors, Mizuki Kuichiro is afraid that he will be suffocated, yesterday he asked his parents, how long did he sleep after becoming a vegetative person, the answer is only three years, he was fifteen years old when he had a car accident, and now he is almost an adult.

Looking at himself in the mirror, his figure is almost the same as in the Hokage world, the angular muscles, the green muscles and bulging forearms, and the short but clean slab size, Mizuzuki Soichiro wants to ask.

"It's outrageous... After sleeping for three years, why don't these abdominal muscles disappear? Could it be that my dad comes over every day to help me do aerobic maintenance? Won't he still knock protein powder?"

Kuichiro Mizuki gently touched his lower abdomen with his fingertips, and the solid abdominal muscles were like flesh-colored steel, even if they exerted force, they were only slightly concave, and with this figure, even if they participated in bodybuilding competitions, there was no problem, who could imagine that the owner of this muscle was still a vegetative person three days ago?

Shibuya, Tokyo.

The traffic of the city is not the same as the prosperity of another generation, groping for the water and moon Koichiro who walked out of the subway station, when his line of sight passes through the countless high-rise buildings that stand in the sky, there is still a feeling of being in a different world, how noisy the crowd around is, but what they discuss in their mouths and run under their feet is no longer something they are familiar with.

"It's been a long time since I've taken the subway, and alas, the buildings in Tokyo are so tall. Kuichiro Mizuki casually picked out a simple gray jacket from the hospital wardrobe and matched it with plain trousers, and now he has no outstanding features except for his slightly sharp handsome facial features, and the general public.

In 2014, it was the time when Kuichiro Mizuki had a car accident, and because of this flying accident, he was in a coma on the sickbed for three years, and when he returned to the time track again, the date on the calendar had already reached 2017.

Three years is not a long time, but it is not a short time, strolling through the streets and alleys of Shibuya, Tokyo, Mizuki Soichiro only feels that the world is getting stronger and stronger.

"Speaking of which, if I cross over, will my power also disappear? I really can't feel their existence anymore.

Mizuki Kuichiro threw a punch at the air in front of him, the speed was extremely fast, and he even exploded with a muffled sound, but this did not reach his peak, which was enough to shatter the mountain rock with one punch, because he could clearly feel that there was some kind of power missing in his body.

That's a power called chakra.

In that former world, almost all battles were inseparable from Chakra, whether it was ninjutsu or illusion, the side that used Chakra freely could always become the winner.

But now his body is empty, and he can no longer capture the slightest breath of it, perhaps, this is the best proof that the power has left his body forever, right?"

I still miss the feeling of flying eaves and walking on the wall in the past, modern people can't even climb the sky tree with their bare hands, it's too weak, and I, actually from now on, will become a member of this weakness, it's really complicated. The

boy thought to himself, and at the same time his legs seemed to be out of his master's control, and he wandered aimlessly to an alley where there were few people.

At this time, a majestic bullying sound became an opportunity to bring Ichiro Mizuki back to reality.

"Hey!Bone!You kid has been getting more and more embarrassed lately!?Asked you to buy us breakfast, you dare to skip class!?ah!?You damn bastard!"

A

crisp slap print was left on the face of the boy who was blocked at the end of the alley, and the school uniform he was wearing was now covered in mud, and the face that was obviously beautiful was also red from excessive slapping.

"No... No, I!I!", the young man named Otogu shook his head with difficulty, as if he was suppressing something, biting the corner of his lip so hard that he would not let go even if it was dripping with blood.

"Campus bullying?", as a bystander, Kuichiro Mizuki didn't want to be nosy, because he used to be in the ninja academy, the cruelty he experienced was far better than that of this teenager, as long as he was weak, he should die, this is the first lesson he learned since he entered the school, and he even did not hesitate to assassinate a young man from Yuyin Village who was not skilled in the trial for the name of a mere ninja.

"At least you won't be killed... Well, you can be content. In the face of the one-sided miserable situation, Kuichiro Mizuki still just shook his head, thinking of the strict restrictions on killing in the modern rule of law society, he couldn't help but feel a little envious, these flowers living in the Tokyo Tower, at least they can live happily, and they don't have to worry about three meals a day.

However, before he had gone far, behind him, a sharp chill that penetrated directly into the bone marrow forced him to turn back suddenly, and the murderous intent in Kuichiro Mizuzuki's eyes gathered and did not disperse, and for a moment, he seemed to be back on the battlefield of Ninja Village, the cold devil who used illusion to subdue the enemy, and cut their throats mercilessly.

"This, this breath... Is it something that a bullied person can exude? Kuichiro Mizuki took out a fruit knife bought at a convenience store from his pocket, held it in his palm, and bowed his back slightly, at this moment the muscles were tied up, and the power in the bones was ready to go, like a sharp arrow that was about to leave the string, and the breath of the whole person suddenly changed into a sharp ninja posture.

He didn't want to join in this excitement, but his intuition was reminding him at maximum volume that he had to join in this excitement.

"Yes—it's you!Bully Shota!!Unforgivable!Unforgivable!!!" Before

he could flash out of the corner, Mizuzuki Soichiro smelled the viscous blood in the air, and the bully, who had been domineering not long ago, begged for mercy in a mournful tone.

"It's... What the is this!? What the is this!? weird... Monsters!!

!" "

Satoka!

In the blink of an eye, four sturdy teenagers were cut into a bloody paste by a two-story white monster with sharp claws, and the bones were connected with fascial muscles, like paste, flowing on the tip of the monster's claws, and the protected Otoku Yuta was now colorless, his lips were like gold paper, and he only trembled like chaff.

"Why... Why is someone dying again... Is it my fault? Why do people who come close to me always die? Is it my fault!? I am the one who really deserves to die!!I am the damned sinner!".