A fake fox with sharing eyes

forsaken by the gods

Rong Xian, no, he should be called the Whirlpool Falcon now.

Falcon was born in a businessman family, his mother is called Mikiko Uzumaki, she has gorgeous red hair, and the huge amount of chakras unique to the Uzumaki tribe, she has a carefree personality, with emotions written all over her face, a very simple person .My mother is good at sealing and physical skills, and the chakra attribute is a rare wind.

"Feng Dun..." Falcon ate the vegetables he picked up with lingering fear, he really didn't want to see his mother get angry! "The autumn wind is rustling, I don't want to spend the night in a house without a roof!" Falcon cleaned up the dishes and supervised his father not to allow leftovers.

Falcon's father is called Chiba, and he has no surname.Falcon didn't ask, because firstly, he was not curious; secondly, he would naturally say what he wanted to say.Father's skin is very fair, his hair is dark brown, and his pupils are dark brown.Some things don't match, Falcon always has this idea in his mind, although it's normal to not match in this world, but it's a bit abnormal when it fits? !His father is good at all kinds of ninjutsu, especially in illusion. He has Chakra with attributes of fire and thunder.

"I remember that the chakra attributes are mutually restraining. Lei overcomes earth, earth overcomes water, water overcomes fire, fire overcomes wind, and wind overcomes thunder. What are you two, love each other and kill each other, destined to be happy enemies?" Falcon stopped After realizing what he was going to do to persuade the fight, he went back to the house and locked the door to sleep very calmly, "Right?" He took out two cotton balls and stuffed them in his ears skillfully.

Falcon's father has a calm and introverted personality, and has a penetrating mind. He has worked hard in the mall for several years and has made some breakthroughs. He has a platform for future generations. Falcon's goal of not worrying about eating and drinking is not a whimsical idea without grounds. .

If you want to survive in the Warring States Period, besides having money, you also need to master some swords, guns and halberds. The first choice is the variety of ninjutsu that you can create as long as you dare to think.Uzumaki Falcon's parents have chakra and can use ninjutsu, which is a unique condition for a self-motivated child.

"Fucking dad, you get up at four or five o'clock every morning to run laps, practice kunai, and remember all kinds of complicated hand gestures. This kind of daily life, which is often sequenced and injured, can be described by a self-motivated person." ?You don't know that there is an optimist mother and a black-bellied father, which is a desperate toss for the only son.

I'm only five years old, so it's necessary to master the advanced sealing technique of the Uzumaki Clan, or are you two undercover agents sent by the Heavenly Dao, intending to inhumanely destroy the innocent me?Konoha's ninja school isn't so bad, right? Geniuses like Kakashi and Itachi are mass-produced, so how will the other four countries survive? '

Tucao is Tucao, curses should be cursed, this Spartan education method, the little falcon persisted, his mother gave him a chest that was almost suffocated, and his father squeezed out a creepy smile on his poker face. Smiling strangely, the hairs all over the Whirlpool Falcon stand on end, seriously doubting whether he passed the test or not! !

Sometimes, it is not a good thing to have extraordinary abilities at such a young age.

Take Little Falcon as an example. He has a lot of problems with his young age and inexperience, but an irresistible impulse. He desperately wants to show his abilities, and hopes to win some kind of recognition and achievement. Feeling, just like drowning is the same water.In fact, the little falcon was vigilant in this regard, but he couldn't resist the demons and some accidents.

That day after school (ordinary people's school), the sky was very gloomy, the strange wind was raging, and the vibrant branches and leaves were rolled everywhere. People on the street were busy fleeing with their heads protected, as if the end of the world was coming.

The vortex falcon has small arms and legs, instead of desperately following the adults in front, it is better to hide in the corner and wait for this group of people who don't know why they are so crazy to pass by!At the very least, the stampede is effectively avoided, isn't it?Between the two points, the straight line is the shortest. It has been a long time since I galloped on the corrugated boards, and the little falcon is eager to try.

If there is regret medicine, Xiao Falcon would rather be trampled to death than jump on the roof! !

In the sticky air, there was a pungent smell of fire. The little falcon stopped running and stared at the billowing black smoke in the distance, like a black knight army running from hell, destroying everything destructively.

'Just for a glance? ’ Lie, Little Falcon himself didn’t believe what he said, but his brain accepted this set of rhetoric, ‘It’s only a few steps away, and we can get home’.Little Falcon looked back at that safe haven frequently, as if his body was controlled by something, knowing that something was wrong but unable to break free from the rope of fate, his face became more and more serious, not fear but anger, disobedience to God!

The soaring flames almost blinded the little falcon's eyes; the ear-piercing screams almost pierced the little falcon's eardrums; the brutal killing made even bloodthirsty monsters shudder.Xiao Falcon remembered that the paradise before the destruction, the small restaurant run by the grandfather and grandson, was unpretentious, simple but full of happiness everywhere, and made many heartless people find a little bit of humanity.

"A wolf-hearted person, to give the heart to others is to kill himself!" The vortex falcon jumped from the roof, and used his strength to plunge the shuriken into the perpetrator's head. The hot blood was like a fountain, staining the good old days. world.The little falcon touched his face, pulled out the shuriken from the dead man's head, and looked at the arsonist's accomplice with a blank expression.

'No, it should be a wandering ninja. 'Suddenly he was in a good mood, and the little falcon laughed out loud. With the clothes covered in blood and the house about to collapse, the other adults didn't know what to do.

"Little devil, don't be arrogant."

Little Falcon stared at his dark eyes, wondering where he was so arrogant?The person who strikes first is probably not strong, because there is nothing in his stomach, so he can't hold his breath!Small in stature and familiar with the terrain, the little falcon did not fight but fled. The two of them, in a state of distress, did not notice any abnormality, but felt good about themselves.

Looking at the bloody corpse blown up by the blasting talisman, the little falcon felt as happy as being praised by a teacher and getting a little red flower. He felt that there was a darkness in the depths of his consciousness that was about to move, just like a poisonous python waiting for an opportunity to attack. Predation, cruel killing.

A five-year-old child, even a genius who makes the world jealous, cannot compete with an adult who has experienced many battles. "Little devil, who sent you here?" Whirlpool Falcon's neck was as thick as the man's arm holding his throat. He was really too small, like a leaf or an ant.

The smell of blood on the man's body is very strong - I guess it can't be washed off even if I try to wash it - and the evil spirit emitted is hundreds of times higher than that of the man who died at the hands of the little falcon. The less, he felt that there was a large shadow in front of his eyes, and his head was too heavy to lift.

The man got a little annoyed, so he took out a shuriken, and stabbed it at the little falcon's eyeball.Suddenly, the sharp weapon in the man's hand melted like an ice cube, and the silvery liquid flowed down the man's arm, burning the man's muscles and piercing through the muddy path.The man let go of the burden on his left hand, and worriedly looked at his unrecognizable right hand, "Does it hurt?"

"Kang Dang", the sound of metal falling to the ground, the man looked at the weapon that had slipped from his right hand, and stared at the little falcon angrily.A pair of scarlet pupils, dotted with black jade, seemed to be able to suck people's souls, the angry man hurriedly retreated.

"Sharingan, it's Sharingan, Uchiha's Blood Succession Limit!!" Someone yelled, and everyone who could hear it panicked, and fled here with all their hands and feet, like a staggering child who only eats people monster.

The little falcon was staggering, he couldn't walk fast because he was injured, but those who tried their best to escape couldn't escape too far, they always circled in place, and when they turned around, they could always see the pale face of the little falcon.Several people launched an attack together, thinking that they had hit the vital point several times, but in a daze, the figure disappeared from them again.

How many times can you kill an unkillable person repeatedly?

The little falcon walked very slowly because his leg was injured, but the men holding sharp weapons didn't move, like sculptures without souls.They looked at the gray sky and the devil approaching them little by little. When the cold long sword pierced their bodies, they did not resist, but felt a sense of relief spontaneously.

Crazy, all crazy!

The vortex falcon's eyes are empty, his expression is dull, he can neither see nor hear, he is lost in a red world, the ground is light red, the sky is brown red, the moon is blood red, even the light that disperses the darkness All red.The rain was still falling, and it was getting heavier, and the little falcon was walking aimlessly.

With a bang, the little falcon stepped on a piece of mud and slipped, his blood-stained face came into intimate contact with the puddle on the ground, and the muddy sewage poured into the little falcon's mouth and nose, causing him to cough uncomfortably.

'What's this? The little falcon leaned closer to the puddle and looked at those weird eyes, obviously already deduced the conclusion, and pulled his cheek to prove it.

'Sharingan is only owned by the Uchiha clan, so who am I?Is the vortex falcon who he thinks he is?What is the so-called family affection and so-called happiness? Is it an illusion deliberately created? '

Little Falcon didn't dare to imagine, but he couldn't restrain himself from thinking, "Lies and betrayal have long been taken for granted, so why is there pain? It's just a fictional world." The little falcon felt hot, but cold to the bone. He curled up into a ball, letting the cold rain hit his body and mind with bruises all over his body.