Itachi Swing

Chapter 37

Kisame still knows the general situation, and came back after a while, the white bandage sprayed a little scarlet, like plum blossoms in full bloom on the ice and snow embankment.

"I didn't kill anyone, but I just taught him a good lesson. Under the mask is just a half-grown child with half-haired hair. No wonder he is so arrogant. He clamored for this knife just after confrontation." Guixie patted the back of the knife.It's not sympathy, but if you kill an Anbe member, the other partners will probably desperately fight, and the battle will end in a big way.

Itachi put down the hand covering his eyes, wiped off the blood around the eyes, adjusted his pleated team uniform slightly, and said calmly: "Let's go." It seemed that he wasn't the one who was bleeding from his eyes just now.

"How are your eyes?" Kisame asked worriedly.

"It's okay." Itachi always said this, as if there is no 'bad' in this world.I felt that the tone was too cold. After all, the team has taken care of each other a lot for many years, so I added: "I can see it."

The ghost almost jumped in anger: "If you can see it, it's over? The main thing is that you can see it clearly?"

"Fortunately."

"That's it again."

After handing in the mission report, Itachi followed Kisame to Kisame's room.

The house is chaotic, the morning quilt has not been folded, the curtains are not drawn, all kinds of tools for repairing machetes are on the floor, and the tool box is turned to the side like a birthday gift that no one cares about.

Since entering the house, Guixie has bent down to clean it all the way, making a passageway for walking, saying in his mouth: "It's a bit messy, it's not cleaned up until midnight when the shark muscle was repaired yesterday."

Itachi had a somewhat helpless expression, but it was also faint, and his eyes moved.

Guijiao took out paper bags of different sizes wrapped in brown oil paper from the refrigerator, and the large and small paper bags were carried by a rope.

"This is the medicine that the old man prescribed for you."

Itachi expressed his gratitude with his eyes, and reached out to take the medicine bag.Itachi used to ask Guixie to do things before, and Itachi used to say thank you, Guixiong stared at him, his big eyes bulging, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and said, "Thank you!"

"I take on tasks every day, so I don't even have time to get medicine." Guiying sat on the futon bed with his hands crossed. "The old man actually said that your eyes are getting better, and his eyes are bubbling."

"Don't talk about the old man like that. He is a respectable doctor. My eyes are not easy to treat. It's different from ordinary eye diseases, but I think my eyes are getting better these days."

"Nonsense! Your eyes are bleeding, and I'm not blind."

"Bleeding?" The corner of Itachi's mouth had a smile, as light as jasmine blossoming after the rain. "It's much better than before, at least my eyes don't hurt recently."

"That's good? Wouldn't it be invisible when it's serious?" Guixier bounced off the bed with a jerk, and quickly walked towards Itachi.

Itachi bowed his head and said nothing, his eyes turned leisurely to the floor.

Seeing Itachi didn't care, Guixie sighed and shook his head and patted him on the shoulder: "If your eyes are not good, the inflammation in your lungs will aggravate. You should pay more attention to your body."

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Sasuke pulled his head out of the world of weapons. He has loved swords, guns and swords since he was a child. As soon as he knew a few words, he held the picture book of swords and swords that his mother bought from the bookstore with relish, and was alone. Don't cry at home.

"Brother, I'm back." Sasuke said hello and prepared to continue reading, ignoring Itachi's exhaustion just after finishing the mission and the need for someone to hang up his clothes and hand him boiled water.

It's not that Sasuke doesn't feel sorry for Itachi, but because he didn't have that awareness. Itachi took care of Sasuke when he was young, and others served him when he grew up. When he joined Akatsuki, it was Itachi's turn to take care of him.

After half a day, it was estimated that Itachi had changed his clothes, and Sasuke said, "Brother, I'm hungry, and I want to eat the wooden fish rice you made."

"Didn't you have dinner with everyone tonight?"

"Because I'm reading, I'm too lazy to go down to eat."

"Okay, just wait, I'll do it right away."

"Put more sardine sauce, and squeeze a glass of tomato juice by the way." Sasuke ordered without raising his eyes. "By the way, add a yogurt banana."

Sasuke was arguing about being hungry, but when Itachi finished the meal, he was still dawdling on the bed holding a book and couldn't get off.Itachi urged a few times, and Sasuke promised not to move his feet, until Itachi had arranged the rice ball juice, chopsticks and spoons, and Sasuke came down lazily with his clothes on.

If possible, Sasuke would like to eat while reading, but the eyes are too precious to the Uchiha family and can only give up.

After eating for a long time, I noticed that Itachi didn't move his chopsticks, swallowed what was in his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth, and asked, "Why don't you eat? No appetite?"

"Eat outside." Itachi replied decently.When we rushed back to the base, the sky was already dark, and many shops were already closed. We bought some bread and soda from the 24-hour convenience store with Kisame and counted it as a dinner, rewarding the hard work of the day.Now everyone is staying at the Akatsuki base in the country of sand, so they can come back in a day as soon as possible.The journey was too fast, and I went straight to cooking without taking a break when I came back, and my fragile stomach began to feel awkward.

Pushing the tomato juice in front of Sasuke, Sasuke's eyes fell on Itachi.From Itachi's entrance to now, Sasuke, who was buried in books and food, only focused on Itachi.

"What happened to your hand?" Sasuke put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth quickly, and took Itachi's hand.

"I was accidentally cut by a knife while doing a task, it's okay, just a small injury." Itachi put down his hand and covered it with his sleeve.I met Kiri Ninja Anbe today, although I retreated from the whole body, I didn’t expect my eyes to bleed suddenly. The vein ruptured, and it took Kisame a long time to bandage it up.Even if the blade of Mist Ninja is not hit, it will still be injured by the sword's energy.

I just came back to cook for Sasuke, and the dirty water from washing vegetables seeped into the wound a little bit. After washing the dishes, I needed to deal with it again. The injured right hand had time to rest for a few days until the wound scabbed with blood. Unfortunately, there were too many extra tasks and there was no time to rest.

"Wrap up well, don't get infected." Sasuke ordered, but it was only a minor injury, so he picked up the rice ball and continued to eat without changing the frequency.

Itachi lowered his eyelids, his slender eyelashes trembling like a bee's wings.But it's normal for Sasuke not to care about minor injuries. It's not surprising that ninjas often get injured when they go out on missions.

"Fortunately, I didn't have a full meal until you came back." Sasuke pushed the bowl and stood up, and picked up the weapon book beside him.

Is this sentence affirmation of me?

Itachi hurriedly cleared away the dishes, Sasuke never washed dishes.

Sasuke exited the dining room, sat on the sofa with the weapon book in his hand, and his eyes fell into it again.

Itachi washes the dishes with one hand, and the injured hand can no longer enter the dirty water.Itachi is using a bowl brush to wipe off the oil stains on it. Because of one hand, the bowl can only be placed in the sink. The sink is slightly low, and Itachi needs to bend over.At this moment, Sasuke walked in, still holding something in his hand.

"Brother, I thought about it. Your hand is injured, so wear gloves to work." Sasuke handed over the plastic gloves he found from the cabinet.Akatsuki organizes three formal meals, and the two of them seldom cook privately. With the addition of Itachi and a man, washing dishes and washing dishes does not take care of hands like housewives, so they don't need rubber gloves.

Itachi held the plastic gloves, a little dumbfounded: Is this your concern for me?