After traveling through Konoha for 15 years, I became Matt Dai's biological brother.
Looking at the three-year-old milk baby next to me, shouting "Youth" and waving a small wooden sword, I couldn't help but laugh.
Because I know that twenty years later, in order to protect the "new shoots" of Konoha, he will face the Seven Ninja Swordsmen alone, open the eight gates, burn his life, and stain the rivers with blood.
"Brother, what are we practicing today?"
I grasped the flowing sand blade in my palm and rubbed his watermelon head.
"Practice physical skills until you can kick your fate to pieces."
When the magnetic escape genius from Sunagakure Village mocked my brother as "the son of ten thousand years of genin," the training ground beneath my feet turned into an endless desert.
Young Danzo wanted to take me as his sword, Hiruzen Sarutobi regarded me as his new bud, and White Fang Hatake Sakumo became my best friend and rival.
But everything I did was just to tell the entire ninja world:
If you touch my brother, it doesn't matter whether you are a movie star or a group of seven, your bones will be buried in the yellow sand!
