Death I am Madara Uchiha

Stepping out of the door of the house, Uchiha looked up at the blue sky and took a deep breath.

Defeating the assessment instructor does not cause any fluctuations in his heart, because it is only a matter of course.

Uchiha is looking forward to the mysterious Gote Thirteen Team even more.

The Thirteen Gotei Team, originally founded by Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekoku, is a group of killers who kill in the name of Gotei.

Before this, it was the Zero Fan Team that guarded the Soul Court, and later after the establishment of the Guardian Court Thirteen Team, it was handed over to the Guardian Court Thirteen Team to protect the safety of the Soul Court.

After Team Zero went into seclusion in the Spirit King Palace, Team Thirteen of the Guardian Court became the strongest force on the bright side of the Corpse Soul Realm.

For every resident of Flowing Soul Street, it is a supreme honor to be able to join the thirteen teams of the Guardian Court and become a god of death who guards the Quiet Soul Court!

More importantly, those who can become the captain of the Thirteenth Team are not ordinary people. Whether it is strength or talent, it is the top level.

Being able to come to such a place where the strong people gather is the reason why the thirteen teams of the Guardian Court attracted Uchiha.

As a man with blood flowing from his body, the word battle is engraved in Uchiha’s bones.

Not to fight for the sake of fighting, not to fight for the sake of fighting, but to pursue!

Fighting is to break through the confinement of the mind, to break through the cage of rules, to stand above the clouds!

“Guardian Court Thirteen, captain-level figure, wait, hold your slashing knife and wait. I, Uchiha, am about to be above you…”

An arc full of expectation rose on Uchiha’s resolute face, and he walked through the entire True Yang Spirit Academy to the entrance of the academy.

Walking out of the trainee, Uchiha felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Although the True Spirit Academy is considered to be the “cradle of death”, it is no more than that in the eyes of Uchiha.

A seemingly peaceful college is actually no different from a greenhouse that cultivates flowers. And those trainees who still have immaturity on their faces are like flowers in a greenhouse and will not experience setbacks and storms at all.

Even in the end, the flower can thrive, but it always lacks a kind of fortitude. Once it encounters an unprecedented storm, it is likely to die early.

Such a person does not deserve to be called a strong person at all!

Uchiha walked alone on the empty road, looking back, he spent his whole life in battle.

In those days, when there was no country and no ninja village, the best way to protect yourself was to fight.

Bathing in blood, stepping on countless corpses, witnessing too much joy and sorrow, witnessing too much blood and killing, it forged Uchiha’s cold heart.

The cruel tragedy is like unknowingly wrapping his heart with “great love” layer after layer, causing Uchiha to make people feel a kind of mistake that rejects people thousands of miles away.

In fact, Uchiha is not a cold person, but that kind of domineering is an innate temperament.

After being reborn, in the primordial void circle, Uchiha once hated the world. Because the killing in the false circle made him feel tired, he was used to seeing too many killings, which caused his heart to be numb again.

It wasn’t until he came to the Corpse Soul Realm, until he met those two people, that Uchiha had a glimmer of hope for this world.

Unknowingly, Uchiha returned to Flowing Soul Street again.

Looking at the familiar street and the bustling crowd, he couldn’t help but sigh. It’s been a year since I last left.

If it were someone else, once they became a noble Grim Reaper, most of them would not be willing to set foot on Flowing Soul Street again.

Because Wandering Soul Street is the representative of ordinary and poor. Most of the inhabitants here are just ordinary souls, and they don’t even have a trace of spiritual power.

There is no power, no status, no power, only a dull life. Therefore, most people choose to forget the past and look to a new future.

However, Uchiha is different, even though he is a genius that is rare in a century and admired by countless students, he still chooses to return to Flowing Soul Street.

Because this is where the first bond he established here remains.

Ichimaru Gin, Matsumoto Ranju.

Walking through the long streets, these two immature figures appeared in Uchiha’s mind.

The boy who always had a mysterious smile on his face, the girl with a pure heart.

The three shared the warm moment of the dinner, the smile of Ichimaru Silver and Matsumoto Ranju, and the “Mr. Madara” with awe

Everything seems to be remembered, not only has not been washed away by the river of time, but has become deeply rooted.

“Madara-san, once you become a Shinigami, don’t forget me and Silver…”

“We will also strive to become a great Shinigami and join the Guardian Court Thirteen Team. At that time, please ask Mr. Madara to take more care…”

Everything that had happened kept ringing in my ears, and along with complicated thoughts, before I knew it, Uchiha came to that familiar street again.

Although this is the poorest place in the entire Flowing Soul Street, in Uchiha’s opinion, it is also the place most worthy of his nostalgia.

Walking to the end of the street, the familiar little house finally appeared in Uchiha’s field of vision.

When he came to the gate, Uchiha heard two childish voices coming from inside.

“Yin, in three months it will be the new enrollment of True Yang Spirit Academy, you said we should not sign up.”

“Chaoju… Don’t think too much, you haven’t learned to take care of yourself, let alone become a Grim Reaper. ”

“Alas, I don’t know what happened to Mr. Madara now. Hopefully it’s all the best for him. ”

“Don’t worry, Chaoju. I believe that Mr. Madara will be able to mix and prosper. ”

Squeak…

Suddenly, the door of the house was pushed open.

Ichimaru Silver and Matsumoto turned around in panic, and when they saw the figure standing in the doorway, the whole person froze instantly.

After a year of absence, they finally met again.

This moment was silent, and even time seemed to stand still.

The three gazes were intertwined in midair, and there was a sense of speechless condensation.

“Silver, Messy…”

“Madara-san!” _

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