Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 200 Did He Disappear?

This boy is Senju Itama, the youngest brother of the Senju family.

He walked over with some difficulty, his mind in a daze, but he felt a strange sense of relief, as if he had been freed from an infinitely long dream.

One step... two steps...

It took him ages to cover a distance of just ten steps. And the closer he got to the unidentified black-haired boy, the more his head throbbed with pain, as if an immense amount of information was drilling into his brain...

"Ouch...it hurts..."

Itama knelt on the ground, clutching his head, his body curled up in pain, panting heavily, sweat pouring down his forehead.

Although the closer he got to him, the more his head ached, there seemed to be a kind of magic in his mind, as if someone was whispering in his head, urging him to get closer and take a look.

Just one last step... I can finally see the boy's face clearly. Who is this person in front of me?

"..."

Itama reached out, grabbed the other person's collar, and gently pulled him towards himself. The moment the other person's face was pulled towards him by the collar, Itama was instantly shaken.

The boy's face was pale, his eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed. His thick, black hair covered his forehead, stained with dirt and dew, making him look extremely broken.

But what truly shocked Itama was this face... This is...

A strong sense of familiarity overwhelmed his mind, and in an instant, Itama suddenly found that his consciousness had once again been pulled into that pitch-black space.

Just like in the last dream, there was no direction; looking back or moving forward, it was all just emptiness...

However, this time seems different from the last time, doesn't it?

"Where am I...?"

Itama tried to turn around, tried to look left and right, but the familiar consciousness from the previous dream showed no sign of appearing this time...

"Wait... why do I remember this void? I don't remember anything like it, but..."

Itama was stunned. Now, as he carefully recalled, he found that his memories contained many things he had never seen before. The scenes from his childhood, one after another, all occurred at the same time, undergoing many different changes, as if he had experienced the past thousands of times.

"Why...?"

No one responded.

That sense of familiarity was gone; the surrounding void was so dark it was suffocating.

Just as he was feeling lost, the surrounding darkness suddenly dissipated rapidly, like thick fog illuminated by sunlight, at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the distant void, faint glimmers of light seemed to flicker...

Time passed, then two seconds, and the thick, fog-like black void gradually disappeared, replaced by... a magnificent spectacle he had never seen before in his life.

"Is this...the starry sky?"

Itama was completely stunned. He looked at the brilliant starlight around him, and tears inexplicably welled up in his eyes.

Fragments of memory began to rush into his body, and under the starlight, they were like sharp steel needles, quickly piercing into the depths of his consciousness.

"Ah!!" Itama cried out in pain.

A sudden flood of information rushed into his mind. In that instant, it was as if a very familiar fragment of someone else's consciousness, which he had forgotten, had entered his body like a lost fishing boat that had found a lighthouse.

hum-

All consciousness surged into his body, including all memories and thoughts, all of which took up residence within him.

The starlight around them vanished rapidly, and the surrounding space seemed to gradually brighten. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, Itama opened his eyes again and saw that the surrounding scenery was still the same forest landscape he had just seen.

The boy lying on the ground in front of him relaxed his furrowed brows...

Looking at his face, Itama remembered everything.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have experienced thousands of rebirths, and every memory from each one was vividly presented in his mind. However, the perspective wasn't his own; it was the perspective of an observer, a silent guardian...

Itama's fingers gently reached out and carefully placed on the black-haired boy's cheek, his fingertips trembling as he touched his skin.

"Yan Yi... Waaah... I... I'm back."

He was emotionally distraught, seemingly having completely lost the ability to make expressions. The shock he felt at that moment was probably beyond words.

The man before me... the one I had spent every day with, the one I had vowed to protect for a lifetime, had actually endured loneliness and guarded me for countless years after my unfortunate death.

"Ahhh!! Why! Why did this have to happen!" Itama lay on his chest, crying her heart out.

His voice was broken, and the overwhelming guilt and sorrow that made it hard for him to breathe filled his heart, making it almost impossible for him to catch his breath.

"I'm such an idiot... Why haven't I remembered it was you even once in all this time..."

Itama now realizes that the starry sky he was pulled into was Yan Yi's last consciousness.

He didn't know how special Yan Yi was, but he did know that a considerable portion of Yan Yi's extremely important consciousness... or rather, his soul, had permanently and completely disappeared from this world.

Yan Yi's entire knowledge and understanding of this world, including his memories of his past life, were all given to Itama in fragments.

He disappeared... at least his main consciousness disappeared, and he can never come back...

The boy's tears soaked his chest. As if sensing something, he twitched his fingers slightly, then slowly opened his eyes...

"Where...is this...?" the boy asked.

He was still lying on the ground when he opened his eyes and saw the boy who was crying sadly with his head on his chest.

When Itama heard that familiar voice, he immediately looked up, his wet eyes filled with expectation, but also with deep fear.

However, as expected... he saw an extreme clarity in Yan Yi's eyes, as if they were pure water that had not been polluted by anything, clear and transparent, without any other emotions, only a slight curiosity.

Like a spotless sheet of paper with no strokes, it reveals the boy's innocent curiosity.

"Who are you? Why are you...crying?"

"I...I'm Senju Itama, nice to meet you...I'm sorry you saw me in such a state..."

Itama wiped away his tears with his sleeve. He knew that the person in front of him... Uchiha Genichi, no longer existed. Although the current Uchiha Genichi was still Genichi himself, his consciousness, his memories, and his past were no longer there.

"Senju...Itama?"

The boy propped himself up slightly, revealing an extremely cute and gentle smile.

"I don't know why you're crying, but hello, it's nice to meet you, my name is..."

“Yan Yi, your name is Uchiha Yan Yi, I know you…” Itama added.

Yes, I not only know... but I'm not just someone you know.