"How is it?

Where's that person? "Kakashi chased after her, only to see Sako standing there alone.

Grabbing Sako's shoulder, Kakashi looked around, but didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so he lowered his head with a frown.

Sako shook her head. "That person left."

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Kakashi bent down and clasped Sako's shoulders with both hands. He carefully checked Sako's body to see if there were any wounds. His eyes were filled with worry.

"No, he just told me one thing, and then left."

Sako was silent, she gently brushed Kakashi's hand away from her shoulder. "I'm fine, don't worry."

After receiving the news from Sako's clone, Kakashi, who had been anxiously rushing over, was slightly relieved, he frowned, sensing the seriousness of the matter.

"Can you tell me what that person said to you?"

"He … said his name was Orochimaru." Sako looked up, seeing the surprise in Kakashi's eyes.

White moonlight through the carved window?

Moonlight sprinkled on the empty bed.

Sako gently closed the door, walking through the silent courtyard.

In front of the black wooden door, Shisui quietly leaned against the doorpost with his arms crossed. "Sako, where do you want to go?"

Sako's hair stood on end, she stared blankly at Shisui, who had been waiting for her for a long time.

A wind blew quietly, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground.

Her body was pressed to the ground, her hands tied behind her back.

Sako, who was easily tied up like a dumpling by Shisui, was powerlessly thrown on the bed, her black hair scattered like a messy flower.

Shisui stood in front of Sako, looking down at Sako, who looked like a salted fish.

"As long as I'm here, don't even think about going anywhere."

Shisui laughed devilishly, looking at the wriggling Sako with a heart of stone. "If you want to take revenge, you'll have to see if I allow it. How old are you? What can you do? As soon as you step out of this door, you'll be eaten alive …" Shisui said proudly like an old mother.

Sako helplessly moved her hands behind her back. "… Can you let me go first and listen to my explanation?"

Bending down, Shisui pinched Sako's little face, who could only lie on the ground obediently. "No, just say it like that."

With a sigh, Zuo Zi raised her head helplessly. "I didn't …" Just as she was about to explain, Zuo Zi suddenly didn't know how to continue.

Even if she explained clearly, what could she do …

After a pause, Sako looked at Shisui, her eyes filled with complex emotions, there was a hint of sadness. "Brother Shisui, if one day I suddenly disappear, don't be afraid …"

The weak flame in the oil lamp flickered and dimmed.

Shisui's black eyes were like a deep pool of water, and the voice in his throat became a little shaky.

"What are you talking about?"

"The cooldown is almost up … Brother Shisui."

Sako knew that Shisui didn't understand what she was saying. "If not tomorrow, then the day after. Brother Shisui, I'm leaving this place.

I can feel that Brother is waiting for me somewhere … I want to bring Brother back. "

The person she didn't want to hurt the most was Brother Shisui.

Clearly, she was also afraid of traveling alone in an unfamiliar space and time, lost in the torrent of time. In the end, everything she was familiar with would change with time.

She didn't want to keep leaving …

But her intuition made her unable to ignore it.

It was as if the natural connection between bloodlines was calling, no matter how far away they were, their souls could pass through time and bind each other.

Everyone said that my brother and the man who called himself Madara died together.

However, Zuo Zi could feel that her brother was quietly waiting for her somewhere, waiting for her to find him.

If … Brother was the same as her …

Then, no matter what, even if there was only a glimmer of hope, she wanted to give it a try.

The ability that even Sako couldn't understand, the ability that might be the same as Brother's.

Even if it was thousands of miles away, she wanted to use this pair of eyes to bring Brother back.

And now, Sako could faintly feel that the ability in her right eye was on cooldown, and the cooldown was about to end.

As for the Akatsuki's goal, and the truth of her parents' death, they wanted revenge.

She could only leave it to Brother Shisui …

Brother Shisui was right, even if she stayed, she didn't have the ability to investigate the truth behind it, and avenge her parents.

Sako looked at Shisui, the image of him following her with a depressed face, constantly saying "Osako, when can you call me Brother?", like a child who couldn't get candy.

Clearly, she had long trusted Brother Shishui in her heart.

So, Brother Shisui, please, wait for her to grow up.

Shisui raised Sako with the intention of taking care of his brother's only family member, the only heir of the family head.

He thought that he could give Sako enough love, and let Sako recover from the pain of losing her parents, and regain her happiness.

But gradually, Shisui realized that it wasn't him who was healing her, but her who was healing him.

Sako wasn't the only one who lost her parents, he lost his parents as well.

Sako wasn't the only one who suffered, he suffered as well.

It was he who remembered the feeling of hope when he got along with Sasako. It was from Sasako that he drew the strength to go on again.

He was the one who received companionship from her, the one who alleviated his pain.

"Brother Shisui, if I disappear one day, please tell Naruto not to worry, and not to … wait for me."

The girl's smiling face was still clear in his memory.

The white baihe on the table was still in the bottle, and the red and green candies were squeezed together in the jar on the cupboard.

When he opened the door, the clean room was empty, only a piece of rope was scattered on the bed.

The wind blew the white curtains, and the butterflies were startled from the candlesticks, flying past him.

Shisui clasped the door frame, leaving five deep fingerprints on it.

He opened his eyes in a deep dream, the sunlight piercing through his black pupils, and a distorted path appeared in his blurry vision.

"Sako, what's wrong?"

A hoarse voice drifted into his ears with the clear wind.

Sako looked at the boy in front of her in a daze, a white pigeon flew across the sky.

Four cold fingers gently touched her forehead. "Are you okay?"

The boy's pale face showed a hint of worry, his grayish-blue hair was blown up by the wind, revealing his red pupils.