Forsaken Priest of the Hero's Party - Chapter 89: The Refugees

He was reborn in the world of Naruto as a member of the Uchiha clan, known as Uchiha Genya. Born with the rare dual-pupil Sharingan, many saw him as a monster. Luckily, his father, Uchiha Kinya, was wealthy and influential, and he managed to protect Genya along with his mother Senju Yumi.Genya hoped for a peaceful life, but everything changed when he turned seven. The night of the Uchiha clan's massacre began.“You want to wipe out the clan and kill my father? Then don't blame me for fighting back”Uchiha Itachi: “Can your cursed eyes really break through my genjutsu?”“Dual-pupil Sharingan with six tomoe? How terrifying will you be when you awaken your full Sharingan? How many powers will you possess?””What terrifying strength... One punch can shatter the Susanoo!“That fateful night, Itachi slaughtered the Uchiha clan and defected from Konoha, but Genya managed to protect those loyal to him.Uchiha Obito: ”Genya can actually disrupt my Kamui?“Madara: ”A dance, you say? Ahem... Genya doesn't need to join!“Ten-Tails: ”This guy has more chakra than me!“

“Why is the thing you summon always so strange, can’t it be a little more normal?”

Lu Yu looked helplessly at the guy who was waving his tentacles in front of him.

“Who made me look up to see you every day…”

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“Seek poetry within rigorous logic, understand the essence of existence in endless exploration.” —Qiao ZeWelcome to a school prodigy novel without a system, where intelligence crushes all, for your appreciation!PS: This text is a light-hearted daily life story of a school prodigy.Readers who do not enjoy slice-of-life stories, please consume with caution.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.