Chapter 35
When Gojo Satoru opened his eyes again, he saw a young figure from behind.
The man was wearing a navy blue sportswear with orange stripes and had messy short black hair that looked unkempt.
...Is this the horrifying dream those old folks talked about?
Gojo Satoru tried to look far away and observe the surrounding environment, but dreams are like this. The more you focus, the less you can see the truth.
This is true even for unconventional dreams.
Not far away, although it was blurry at first, Gojo Satoru could vaguely see the outline of a building. As he stared intently, it gradually turned into the maid cafe he had just visited today.
Gojo Satoru: “…”
He wanted to observe more carefully, not wanting to believe it. There were people coming and going at the gate. Each of them had a face Gojo Satoru recognized, but they were wearing maid outfits that Gojo Satoru would never wear.
Looking at a bunch of old oranges walking past him, their skirts flying up, revealing a pair of skinny thighs, Gojo Satoru felt like he was going blind.
"What? Are you nervous about leading a team on a mission for the first time?"
Gojo Satoru looked in the direction of the childish voice, and then couldn't help but be stunned.
It was a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
The boy in front of me was no more than twelve or thirteen years old. His chubby face was full of collagen, and his dark and bright eyes were full of the liveliness and vitality that a boy of this age should have.
Gojo Satoru kept staring at that face and found another strong face belonging to an adult male in his memory.
By then, the light in those dark eyes had long since dissipated, and the silence was as if it were a sticky swamp.
When Gojo Satoru first saw the curse, the opponent had a face full of scars. The scars covering half of his face matched the temperament of the curse spirit so well, as if the opponent was born that way.
And now, seeing that the other person was alive in every sense of the word, Gojo Satoru felt... a little weird.
It’s hard to say, but it just feels weird.
Gojo Satoru himself was still thinking about this and that, but his body - or rather the body of Kakashi in which he was currently "hosting" - began to move on its own.
"Of course not, idiot."
"Ah???" Curse's face was full of dissatisfaction: "I care about you out of kindness, what's your attitude! Do you want to fight?!"
Gojo Satoru could sense that "Kakashi" was getting ready to stand up, as if he was really going to start a fight.
He couldn't help but sigh: This Six-Eyes seems to be quite lively.
It seems that the previous guess about the extinction of the clan was wrong.
Well, that must be the case.
Gojo Satoru was watching the show peacefully as the two men in front of him were preparing to fight, but suddenly a black shadow descended from behind them and grabbed the back of their necks.
Following Kakashi's line of sight, Gojo Satoru saw a smiling man.
"Okay, that's enough."
"Minato-sensei..."
The two of them instantly became quiet like crazy balloons. A little girl about the same age as Minato came out from behind Teacher Minato, with a worried look on her face: "Obito, Kakashi, are you guys fighting again?"
“Lin…”
Gojo Satoru was calculating in his mind: Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Obito, Rin, and Minato-sensei.
Now it seems that the typical three-person team can be seen everywhere.
But it wasn't like this in the past.
In the past, only allies would form teams, and a young Rokuyan would never show up so early without the protection of his own people.
The current situation can only be caused by... the Gojo family really does not know the existence of Hatake Kakashi.
What is going on?
While Gojo Satoru was thinking, Kakashi and the others were discussing today's mission. Gojo Satoru overheard and realized that they were in the middle of a war. Their mission this time was to sneak around and cut off the enemy's supplies.
War...?
Gojo Satoru frowned. Wars in ancient times were usually accompanied by famine, but the people in front of him didn't look like they were hungry.
Could it be that the family behind them is so powerful that they can remain completely unaffected even in times of war?
Although only a few minutes had passed, the amount of information Gojo Satoru collected was enormous. It filled in some of the background that Gojo Satoru did not know, and more doubts followed.
Just when Gojo Satoru perked up and planned to listen more, he suddenly sensed a sense of disharmony.
The movements of the other people around him suddenly stopped, the sky and the grass turned gray in an instant, and the raised arms seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, with little power.
It’s like... the owner of the memory is very resistant to what is going to happen next.
Wait a minute.
Gojo Satoru suddenly realized a problem: According to the existing information, the Rotten Oranges, including himself, should have been contaminated by the remnants of the unknown curse at that time, so they were able to accidentally see each other's memories.
It's normal that some of Uchiha Obito's memories are mixed in, after all, they were mixed together... But from this perspective, this should be the memory of Hatake Kakashi, right?
For a moment, Kakashi's curse theory, which had long been denied by Uchiha Obito himself, almost took root in Gojo Satoru's mind again.
The scene before his eyes was still stuck, as if two forces were fighting each other, and then one of them suddenly gained the upper hand. The picture in front of Gojo Satoru jumped rapidly, and finally froze in the middle of the night that did not look special.
The young Uchiha Obito's face was covered with dust and there were small scratches on his hands, but they were bandaged well and one could faintly smell the ointment.
The poor little kid's face, which had the expression "I just got beaten up" written all over it, was reflected in the red light of the campfire. He pouted and looked particularly unconvinced.
As if he sensed Gojo Satoru's gaze, he turned his head and said, "When I awaken my Sharingan, you won't be my opponent!"
Awakening?
Gojo Satoru caught this key word, which seemed particularly strange to him.
For a sorcerer, the technique is awakened at around 4-6 years old. The Uchiha Obito in front of him is obviously over this age. If he has not awakened by now, it should be concluded that he does not have the technique.
But he still seemed to be looking forward to it, and no one around him even contradicted him.
……No.
Although no one openly objected, Gojo Satoru felt an increasingly strong sense of rejection from Hatake Kakashi.
The pace of his heartbeat began to become unbalanced, and an anxiety that came from nowhere filled Gojo Satoru's heart. The uneasy feeling became more and more obvious. Uchiha Obito, who was warming himself by the fire in front of him, seemed to be becoming more and more blurred with every heartbeat.
Finally, the vibrant sound seemed to be covered by a veil and did not sound real.
"When I awaken the Sharingan..."
Before he finished speaking, the scenes in front of Gojo Satoru suddenly changed one after another.
He first felt that he was squatting on the ground, with his left eye being a piercing pain. With his many years of experience, Gojo Satoru could instantly determine that the wound must have injured his eyeball. He subconsciously wanted to perform the reversal technique, but he couldn't mobilize even a trace of cursed power.
He looked up and saw Uchiha Obito's back. His scarlet eyes looked back at him, his eyes full of flashing determination.
The next moment, the scene changed. They were in a rugged cave. A huge rock pressed on half of Uchiha Obito's body, and on the left side that was still intact, his eyelid was unnaturally sunken. However, Gojo Satoru felt that "his" left eye, which had been lost, had regained its sight.
"Lin, I'll leave it to you."
The sound seemed to come from far away, and when Gojo Satoru saw the next scene flashing by, he even felt his heartbeat stop for a moment.
His arm pierced Lin's heart. The girl with blood at the corner of her mouth had an inappropriate apology on her face. Maybe it was because of the extreme pain, or maybe she really had no strength. Her "I'm sorry" was held in her throat. She could only guess what the other party wanted to express from the almost inaudible voice.
Gojo Satoru could feel his entire arm trembling. Lin's vitality was irreversibly flowing out of the big hole that tore through her body, and it seemed that Kakashi Hatake's own life was also flowing out with it.
He almost collapsed to the ground, but he felt someone helping him up - no, that's not right, the other person didn't help him up, the other person just had to lean on him to keep his balance because he was in the same situation.
Gojo Satoru could feel his hands shaking even more violently.
The same posture, similar scene, after who knows how many years, Hatake Kakashi was forced to recreate his childhood nightmare.
Gojo Satoru tilted his head and heard the familiar voice of the cursed spirit ringing in his ears.
It--He said, "Kakashi, don't come to me too early."
Finally, Gojo Satoru felt himself standing in front of a sink, with water constantly flowing. Occasionally, he could still suddenly see the indelible blood stains on his hands. Even the size of his hands kept changing, as if its owner had been trapped in the past.
Gojo Satoru looked up and saw the scar on his left eye in the mirror opposite him.
And the scarlet eyes that should have belonged to Uchiha Obito.
Gojo Satoru awakens from his nightmare.
After becoming aware of his specific surroundings, he covered his eyes and took a deep breath.
He felt that his previous evaluation was biased.
It wasn't just Hatake Kakashi who cursed Uchiha Obito.
They are clearly in a relationship of mutual curse.
Mom, I've made it! I actually had sex at work! My boss wanted to beat me up after hearing this!
This time tomorrow will definitely be the day 3, even if I write a lot, I still need to save it! I need to save it! Once I have two chapters saved and have enough to withstand the risk, I will use the extra chapters to add more chapters!