Traveling through the world of Naruto, I became an orphan of the Snow Clan who was slaughtered under the Blood Mist Policy.
During the graduation exam, I killed my best friend. In desperation, I loaded the [Esdeath Template].
When Kirigakure's top brass were still thinking of eradicating the roots, I had already sharpened my ice blade.
Shiro and Kimimaro are my right-hand men; "Bingyuan" is the tomb I give to this twisted world.
The Fourth Mizukage? Just a puppet. Akatsuki organization? But bigger prey.
My ice can even freeze time and space. I want to build my own—the Frozen Throne—in this bloody mist!
