My Kaleidoscope pupil technique is dark blue plus points

Like weeping, like sorrow, like joy, like despair,

Under the impact of the violent emotional fluctuations, the brain that had not slept for more than two weeks seemed to have completely stopped thinking.

The world before my eyes seemed to twist, waver, break into countless pieces, and then stick together again.

The two scenes overlap and intertwine. In one world, there is his father Fugaku, while in the other world, there is still an empty table and chair in front of him.

Itachi himself was unsure. His father, Fugaku,

Does it really exist, or is it just an illusion of self-deception?

On the back of his hand, the warmth transmitted by his father Fugaku's palm was not the cold and filthy body, but the warm and elastic flesh, the body of a living person.

Reason told Itachi that this was impossible and must be an illusion.

But this illusion, the physical contact, and the scene before my eyes are all so real and concrete!

Itachi opened his Mangekyō Sharingan and looked at his father Fugaku. Fugaku faced his gaze calmly.

"It's not a genjutsu! It's not Impure World Reincarnation!"

Talking to himself, Itachi's expression was complicated.

Either it's true or it's an illusion! There are only these two possibilities!

"Father, have you come out of my dream?"

Itachi asked with a dull expression, as if he had fallen into hell.

…It turns out that the consequence of insisting on not sleeping is that hallucinations become reality.

There is no way to escape or hide from it, the nightmare will always follow you like a shadow!

"It's true that I came to reality from a dream!"

The wise Fugaku, with a bit of disdain, gently lifted up the hand of this "silly son" with two fingers and threw it to the side of the table casually.

He took out a bunch of three-color meatballs from his portion, bit off a meatball slowly and calmly, and chewed it carefully in his mouth.

“The food in real life tastes no different from the food in dreams!

However, the meatballs taste really good! ”

Fugaku commented, and then glared at Itachi.

"The meatballs are good! The people are not!"

As a wise man, Fugaku is really hard to understand.

How on earth did I give birth to such a thing?

Did you accidentally lose your brain when you were born?

Or is it that the leader of this clan is so wise that he is envied by the gods, and God is deliberately tricking me again?

...I specially arranged for an "Anti-Fugaku Artifact" to be born in my home? Playing "plot killing"?

Can't afford it, right?

"I'm sorry, Father!"

Itachi lowered his head deeply.

Thousands of complex emotions intertwined in his heart, making his chest feel like it was about to explode, but he couldn't say anything.

Because of my own stupidity, my own impulsiveness, my own arrogance,

The big mistake has been made, what else can he say now?

Only at this moment did Itachi truly understand what happened that night.

The feeling of my father dying quietly under my knife with a wry smile and without saying anything.

With such a stupid son, what else can a father say?

...Why am I so stupid? I am so stupid, what else can I say?

Regret, pain, despair,

Desperately stupid!

I am desperate, my father is also desperate...

"That's all! Take care of yourself!"

Fugaku shook his head helplessly. This "big trumpet" was completely useless. Fortunately, his "small trumpet" was well trained.

My son Sasuke has the potential to transcend fate!

After eating the remaining two balls of the three-color meatballs in his hand one by one and savoring them carefully, Fugaku looked up at the sky.

Although it is daytime and obscured by sunlight, the vast galaxy is always there.

With such a vast world and endless starry sky, how can we limit our vision and goals to a tiny planet?

…Then wouldn’t it be a waste of time to come to this world? What’s the difference between us and the floating, muddle-headed beasts that are born and die every day?

If one does not even have the desire and curiosity to look up at the stars, how small and pitiful is that person's mind and spirit?

The universe is so huge, I must go and see it. If I have the chance, I must go and see if the universe has boundaries and what the boundaries look like.

If the universe has a boundary, what kind of scene is beyond the boundary...

Coming back to his senses, Fugaku dropped the remaining skewers in his hand and gave Itachi one last word of advice.

"You must read more! It's okay if you are stupid, but if you read more, you can be saved and not be easily deceived.

If you are too lazy to even read a book, then you are completely hopeless and hopeless! "

"Father..."

Before Itachi could finish his words, Fugaku in front of him disappeared like a phantom.

Fugaku, who was in the "Golden Kingdom", cancelled the "puppet body" generated by the "King's Army" and projected into reality!

I raised my hand and looked at the empty table and chairs across from me.

Staring blankly, Itachi burst into tears.

"…Is it really my illusion?

In reality, there are no ifs after all! "

Choking with sobs, Itachi was just like he always was during this period of time.

He took the three-color meatballs from the opposite side of the table and prepared to eat them.

Suddenly, his movements stopped and his pupils contracted instantly.

On the table, there was a three-color meatball skewer left by Fugaku.

Itachi was stupid.

Can hallucinations and phantoms also eat the three-colored balls?

Who ate this string of three-color meatballs?

He held the stick in his hand and stood up suddenly, knocking over the chair behind him. He was so excited that he could not be more excited.

Itachi pounced on the people at another table next to him, holding a stick in one hand and tightly grasping the shoulder of a strange middle-aged man with the other hand.

He asked eagerly and worriedly:

“Did you just see that?

Did you see someone across from me? Did you see who ate this string of three-colored meatballs? "

"Let go, let go! What a mess!

You have always been alone at your table!"

The middle-aged man felt pain and angrily slapped Itachi's palm.

He glared at Itachi as if he saw a psychopath or a delusional patient!

"impossible!

If I was alone all along, who ate this string of three-color meatballs?"

Veins popped out on Itachi's forehead, and he screamed hysterically. He hadn't slept for more than two weeks, and his eyes were bloodshot from staying up late.

Holding the skewer that Fugaku had left over, she waved it in front of the middle-aged man.

The gentle and handsome face now looked ferocious and terrifying.

...It's like he's a severely paranoid patient who just escaped from a mental hospital!

"There was indeed no one else at your table from beginning to end. You were the only one there!"

Someone among the middle-aged man's companions spoke up, confirming the answer once again.

"Impossible! I don't believe it, you are all lying to me!

I have the leftover skewers as evidence, how could you not have seen it! "

Itachi's emotions gradually got out of control. His brain was already groggy from not sleeping for a long time.

Under the stimulation of extreme emotions, the world before his eyes even had double images.

It seems like two worlds overlapping each other.

In one world he was holding a stick in his hand,

In another world, he had nothing in his hands and was holding up the air, saying this is a stick!

I shook my head vigorously, and the two worlds overlapped, and a stick appeared in my hand.

Itachi felt relieved, and held it tightly, carefully feeling the hardness and touch of the stick.

It was like I had just felt the warmth of my father Fugaku's palm...

"Absolutely! There's no way there isn't one. I have evidence!"

Itachi made up his mind and murmured softly in his mouth!

A young girl at the opposite table timidly raised her hand and took the initiative to speak:

"I, I... saw you finish the portion of three-color meatballs in front of you, then run to the opposite side and eat a bunch of three-color meatballs.

He placed the remaining skewers on the table opposite him and ran back to his seat!"

As if struck by lightning, Itachi's movements and facial expressions suddenly stopped.

He stared at the girl in front of him, unable to say a word.

Facing his desperate and crazy eyes,

The girl panicked and almost cried, and explained nervously:

"I, I saw that you looked very handsome and good-looking, so I couldn't help but turn my head and kept peeking at you, and I happened to see the whole process..."

Am I crazy?

Itachi twitched his lips, wanting to laugh but couldn't, wanting to cry but couldn't.

Father, father, did you really show up?

I can't tell the difference, I can't tell the difference!

Am I crazy, or is the world crazy?

"Customer, please calm down!"

At this time, a shopkeeper came out to maintain order. She was a middle-aged woman who stood far away and didn't dare to come close.

Cautiously reminded,

"We have called the Konoha Police Department and the Konoha Mental Hospital.

Don't mess around! "

Chapter 227: Tobirama won’t open his eyes. If he does, he will kill people to silence them!

Chapter 227: Tobirama won’t open his eyes. If he does, he will kill someone…to silence them!

On another street, Hashirama, who was nearly killed by the "filial granddaughter", was finally rescued before being sealed.