Chapter 35

Su Zhong stopped his wheelchair under a tree by the artificial lake; he liked this place.

Fresh water flowed into the artificial lake, so the water was not stagnant. The clear reflection of the blue sky made it look particularly clean and clear.

Every time he saw the mirror-like lake, Su Zhong felt an unusual sense of peace. Beauty was right by his side.

Unrolling the scroll, Su Zhong read it carefully. It contained information about chakra extraction.

The blood control method was feasible. With the help of the Boundary-Breaking Pearl, his full recovery was just around the corner. He needed to formulate a cultivation plan, just as he had done in his previous life. Before cultivating, he needed to prepare as much as possible.

He had been studying the chakra extraction technique for some time, but there were some problems that were difficult to solve.

Whoosh!

The scene darkened as a black shadow suddenly blocked Su Zhong's view.

Looking up, he saw a person with a comical cat mask standing on the tree above him.

The person was dressed in black and carried a long sword on his back. Su Zhong instantly knew who this person was.

The Anbu, what was he here for?

"Uchiha Qiu, the Hokage has summoned you. Follow me," the Anbu said in a commanding tone, which made Su Zhong frown.

Thinking about his current dire situation, Su Zhong suppressed his discomfort. He was no longer the peak swordsman of his previous life; he was just a seven-year-old boy paralyzed in a wheelchair.

"I wonder what the Hokage has summoned me for," Su Zhong asked.

"You don't need to know," the Anbu said emotionlessly.

"Alright. I'll leave a note for Sasuke and then go with you," Su Zhong nodded.

"The Hokage has summoned you urgently. No wasting time," the Anbu said, then jumped down from the branch and pushed Su Zhong's wheelchair out.

The scroll on his knees fell to the ground. Su Zhong's frown relaxed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Something was wrong!

The cat-masked Anbu pushed the wheelchair out of the Uchiha compound and turned into a dark alley.

Sometimes he would stop on the way, waiting for passersby to walk past the alley entrance before continuing to push Su Zhong.

Su Zhong sat in the wheelchair, his face calm.

"This is necessary for the job. According to Anbu regulations, we cannot appear in public unless it's a special situation," the cat-masked Anbu, who had been all business, explained.

Su Zhong nodded in understanding, but his heart was beating faster and faster.

...

"Where could he have gone?" Sasuke looked anxious, having searched the entire Uchiha compound.

Returning to the Uchiha compound as usual today, he found no sign of Su Zhong by the familiar lake.

At first, he didn't think much of it, but when he saw the scroll on the ground, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

The library where Su Zhong often went, the resting room, the artificial lake in the backyard—searching the entire compound, he still couldn't find Su Zhong.

"Don't panic! Stay calm! Stay calm!" Sasuke's eyes turned red, and his face twisted.

This feeling was like that crimson night, with corpses everywhere. His parents lay motionless on the ground, and he was powerless to save them, his mind in chaos.

"No! I can't lose the last of my clan! No! Ah!" A sudden sharp pain attacked his eyes, almost making him faint.

Biting his lip until it bled, he endured the pain and suddenly opened his eyes. A crimson light flashed, and a comma-like tomoe spun in his eye.

Eyes open!

One-tomoe Sharingan!

Sasuke felt no excitement; he only wanted to find his last support. His eyes moved, and the Sharingan's insight was pushed to the limit as he quickly darted around the Uchiha compound.

The newly opened Sharingan was unbearably painful, but he forced himself to keep his eyes wide open, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Soon, he found faint traces near the artificial lake.

The unique insight of the Sharingan quickly helped him determine the direction. Drawing a kunai, he followed the tracks left by the wheelchair and quickly pursued.

...

The wheelchair moved forward in the quiet alley, passing through a puddle of sewage, creating ripples.

The cat-masked Anbu walked over the water as if on solid ground, his shoes not getting wet at all.

After passing a crossroad, the cat-masked Anbu pushed Su Zhong into a narrower and darker alley. The buildings above the alley faintly echoed the sound of a man beating a woman. The entire alley was filled with a foul smell, like food scraps fermenting and rotting.

The wheelchair slowly stopped in the middle of the alley. Not far away was a large trash bin, and a dirty black cat squatted on a pile of garbage, eating something.

Clang!

The long sword on the Anbu's back was drawn. He stood behind Su Zhong, looking down. Through the cat mask, his eyes, which could only be described as cold, stared at Su Zhong without emotion.

"You should have died long ago. But you lived until today. Because of you, I suffered unimaginable punishment. So I came today, and I don't believe I can't kill you twice." The cat-masked Anbu's voice seemed to come from between his teeth.

Holding the sword with both hands, he raised it high.

Su Zhong's expression was blank, but his expression suddenly changed when he heard this: "Was it you who killed me last time?"

"Exactly! Unfortunately, you had a strong fate. You survived even after losing so much blood. But this time, I don't plan to drain your blood; I plan to cut off your head. Without a head, I don't believe you can still live!"

"Ha ha, you're from Root. Actually, there's one thing you got wrong," Su Zhong suddenly laughed.

His right hand slowly clenched, as if holding a lively fish, with threads of air swirling between his fingers. "You did kill me."

The cat-masked Anbu, who was confident of victory, suddenly felt his scalp tingle. Exposed!

Thousands of brutal trainings made him calm despite the shock, and he swung the long sword without hesitation.

Kill!

Pfft!

A light sound, the wooden wheelchair fragile like paper, was instantly split in two, and Su Zhong disappeared from the wheelchair.

Fragments of cloth floated in the air like white butterflies. Su Zhong silently appeared behind the cat-masked Anbu.

His right hand disappeared behind the Anbu, as if it had always been there.

Huhuhu...

The cat-masked Anbu made unconscious sounds. His eyes bulged, filled with fear and disbelief.

When did this happen?!

The cat-masked Anbu froze, the sudden pain making him lose all ability to move. His heart was in Su Zhong's hand!

Su Zhong's hand reached into the Anbu's body, his feet dangling, hanging on the Anbu by his hands. He was only seven, too short.

Resting his chin on the Anbu's shoulder, close to his ear, Su Zhong whispered, "I really died last time. But I crawled out of hell..."

Su Zhong's feet suddenly kicked the cat-masked Anbu's waist, and his body flew backward.

Pfft!

Blood splattered, and the cat-masked Anbu fell forward, lying on the ground.

Su Zhong landed nimbly, bending his knees to cushion the impact and slowly standing up. His right hand held a fresh, beating heart, blood staining his hand. He had ripped the Anbu's heart out!

Meow! The black cat let out a sharp cry, jumped onto the wall, and quickly disappeared.

Gripping the heart tightly, threads of air flashed, and the heart shattered into pieces. Su Zhong coldly watched the Anbu, who had stopped convulsing.

"This can be considered avenging my predecessor and settling a karmic debt."

"Qiu..." A surprised voice suddenly sounded at the alley entrance.

Su Zhong turned around and saw Sasuke, his eyes red and breathing heavily. He stared straight at Su Zhong's blood-red right hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Su Zhong's clothes were tattered, and broken bandages hung loosely on his body, looking ragged but with a unique coldness.

A drop of blood under his right eye seemed to be part of his face.

Smiling, Su Zhong said, "Sasuke, you're here?" His eyes were clear, as if asking if someone had eaten. His smile was casual and sincere.

Huh...

...

In the sunset, Su Zhong, wrapped in bandages, still sat in his wheelchair.

Sasuke pushed Su Zhong to the lake.

"Qiu..."

"Have any questions?" Su Zhong's face was pale.

When dealing with the Anbu, he had forcibly accelerated his blood flow, gaining great power in an instant. However, this also damaged his body again.

He had to wrap himself like a mummy again, and the time for full recovery would be delayed.

"Qiu, you killed the Anbu..." Sasuke stammered, hesitating to speak.

"Sasuke, remember. I was at home all day, okay? That person wasn't killed by me," Su Zhong turned to look at Sasuke's eyes and said calmly.

"But the village will investigate..." Sasuke came in front of Su Zhong, full of anxiety.

"They won't. They won't investigate. They will pretend nothing happened, at most subtly probing. You just need to remember one thing: I was at home, in the library. Don't worry about the rest, and don't show any signs of suspicion," Su Zhong interrupted Sasuke.

Sasuke wanted to say more, but Su Zhong lost interest in discussing it.

He was so confident because he knew the reason for the Uchiha clan's destruction. Uchiha Itachi was a time bomb, and if he and Sasuke had problems, he would come back.

Not many outsiders knew about his existence, and Danzo wanted to eliminate him before the news spread. Even if Uchiha Itachi came back, he could use the excuse of dying from injuries.

Moreover, as an ordinary Uchiha, Uchiha Itachi would make a sufficiently cold decision for his younger brother. Danzo had calculated this very well.

But he had miscalculated Su Zhong's strength.

This murder case, as long as Su Zhong provided an alibi, could completely shift Danzo and the Hokage's attention to Uchiha Itachi.

This would make them even safer.

Not only that, but he was so confident because of a discovery: he couldn't condense chakra!

This discovery was not good, but it wasn't bad at this moment.

When studying chakra extraction, he found that he couldn't combine physical energy and mental energy.

Indeed, not the original, no matter what, they didn't match.

Unexpectedly, this thorny problem became a lifesaver.

How could a person who couldn't condense chakra kill an Anbu? And how could a person without chakra be a threat?

But, was there really no threat?

"Do you want to know how I killed him?" Su Zhong smiled faintly at Sasuke.

Sasuke was stunned, then his eyes lit up with enthusiasm: "Tell me quickly. How did you appear behind him without a sound? He seemed completely unable to detect you. Even I, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, couldn't have detected your presence. And your speed was so fast, even if I had detected you, I couldn't have stopped you. Too amazing!"

Su Zhong smiled in satisfaction: "It's just a small trick. Want to learn?"

"Yes!"

"I'll teach you."

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