I transmigrated to Konoha in Year 15 and became Might Duy’s older brother.
Looking at the three-year-old toddler beside me, waving a little wooden sword and shouting “Youth!”, I couldn’t bring myself to smile.
Because I knew that twenty years from now, he would face the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist alone to protect Konoha’s “new sprouts,” open the Eight Gates, and burn through his life, staining rivers red with blood.
“Big brother, what are we training today?”
I tightened my grip on the sand blade flowing across my palm and ruffled his watermelon-shaped hair.
“Taijutsu. We’ll train until you can kick fate to pieces.”
When the Magnet Release prodigy from Sunagakure mocked my brother as “the son of an eternal genin,” the training ground beneath my feet became an endless desert.
The young Danzo wanted to turn me into his weapon, Hiruzen Sarutobi saw me as a new sprout, and Sakumo Hatake of the White Fang became both my close friend and rival.
But everything I do is to tell the entire ninja world:
Lay a finger on my little brother, and whether you’re Kage-level or one of the Seven Swordsmen, you’ll be buried in the yellow sands!
