Take a look at the blind Uchiha

"I can't help it. I'm so confused that I can't sleep peacefully..." Ling drank the wine in his glass and turned towards Uzumaki Yi, "Let's talk to me again."

Uzumaki Yi smelled the aroma of wine that spread over him, and his eyes drifted around to look for something, but his voice still didn't show any strangeness at all, and his tone was relaxed, "Hey, according to what you said, it's mine, right?"

Ling just chuckled, "It should be said that I was worried about something, and I wanted to find someone to share my doubts with, but you happened to catch up with me."

"Then you have really found the right person. I have read countless classics since I was a child. I have a reserve of all kinds of knowledge, not to mention my age. If I am not a member of my own clan, people older than me may not know what I know. I have more.”

Uzumaki Yi showed a self-satisfied smile, "Don't talk about solving your doubts. If you just want to hear the gossip about tailed beasts, I can tell you five or six things - tell me, what do you want to ask?"

Ling silently poured himself another glass of sake and turned to face the courtyard, "...in Yi's mind, what does peace look like?"

"...Is the topic such a heavy one when it comes up?"

Ling laughed a little, "Otherwise, why would a war madman like me be depressed in my heart?"

"Well, that's true, but... is it peaceful?" Uzumaki Yi crossed his arms and frowned, as if he was faced with a problem, "I have never thought about such a thing, but I think that if we want peace, If so, it must be at least as good as the country of Yu, right?”

"Oh? How do you say that?"

"Have you also felt the excitement of this festival? Ninjas and civilians are enjoying this joyful atmosphere regardless of each other." Uzumaki Yi retracted his searching eyes and turned to the courtyard, "Obviously in the outside world, ninjas will rely on Powerful forces oppress civilians, and civilians will be alienated and fearful of ninjas. But in this country, no matter what the reason is, they all need each other and respect each other...

Like you, I am just a martial artist who has been taught to kill since childhood. I have no time or energy to delve into things other than improving my strength. But the best vision I can imagine cannot be better than the country of Tang. The current situation is half better. "

"Well, the boundary between ninjas and civilians..." Lingcai spoke again after a long silence, "It is indeed an insurmountable gap."

"By the way, why do you ask such a question? Is it really okay for the Killing Star on the battlefield to be so sentimental in private?"

"...I can't help it," Ling lowered his head and gently shook the cup in his hand, "After all, you mentioned it - our family is very sensitive."

"Oh -?" Uzumaki Yi said in a long voice, "I see, that's it - she is the girl who changed you."

"Well, yes, she is the girl who changed me a lot. She is bright and generous, bold and a little stubborn... Sometimes even I feel ashamed." Ling drank the wine in the glass, and then He raised his head and leaned completely against the pillar, with a sad tone, "...Yi, have you ever experienced this?"

"Ok?"

"The companion who can be entrusted with life and death was killed by a powerful enemy in front of you, but you were powerless. Even the parting words seemed extremely pale..." Ling turned to the direction of Whirlpool Yi with a calm expression, "You know what she said to me in the end Yet?"

Although he was not being watched, Uzumaki Yi felt as if he was surrounded by a pack of wolves. He raised his eyebrows slightly, restrained the chakra fluctuations in his hands, and leaned against the pillar, "What did you say?"

"She told me that she wanted to be an ordinary person, she hated fighting, and she... wanted to go home." Ling let out a long breath and turned towards the courtyard, "Although it's a little late, I still want to do it. Something...at least I hope she will have a chance to choose her life when she is reincarnated again."

Uzumaki Yi crossed his arms and shouted, "I don't see that you are quite romantic. You have many suitors both inside and outside the clan, right?"

"Those outside the clan are called pursuers..."

Uzumaki Yi suddenly laughed, but restrained his voice, "At least they are sincere to you, right?"

Ling Wenyan also laughed, "Then there is indeed no one more sincere than them."

"Now that I've said so much, it's your turn, right? What kind of peace do you imagine?"

"Is it the peace I imagined..." Ling tilted his head slightly, "Well - although a person can't imagine something he has never longed for, as long as the world is not as full of strife as I hope it will be, right?"

"Ugh... you are such a bad person." Uzumaki Yi's expression became complicated. "Ask me what peace is, but at the same time you say that you look forward to strife - are you pursuing peace for others? What do you want? ?”

"Haha... who knows?" Ling drank another glass of wine, "Although I don't know what peace should look like, at least I can make it clear that it is difficult for a profession like ninja to coexist with peace."

"Oh--?"

"Peace is fragile. If you want peace to come and maintain it, then at least the dirty profession of ninjas, who satisfy other people's selfish desires, should be weakened or even eliminated."

Ling's thumb and index finger gently turned the empty wine cup, and said softly, "Of course, enough power can also buy peace, but that can only be due to the will of a certain person or a certain group of people. When you have power, If people die, all this falsehood will disappear. After being suppressed, worse times will come...

Yi must have encountered it before, right?The children in the tribe express their admiration for themselves, saying they want to become someone like you, or a great ninja or something like that? "

Uzumaki Yi raised his eyebrows again and only made a nasal sound to signal Ling to continue.

"The children say this because the elders in the family always talk about the goodness of ninjas, so they will subconsciously want to become ninjas, and they will also subconsciously worship ninjas, but..."

Ling put down the wine cup, picked up the jug again and tilted it slightly, letting the clear and mellow wine fall into it again with silver in it, "Do the children really understand what kind of profession [ninja] is?"