When I was seven years old, I hid in the closet and watched my brother stab my parents through their bodies.
With his scarlet eyes open, he searched the mountain of corpses and blood all night long, but he didn't open the cabinet door in front of me.
"Don't come out," he said before leaving.
Then a man named Yan Shuangying took me out of the closet.
He didn't know ninjutsu or chakra. He only used a captured kunai to knock down the chasing ANBU one by one.
He asked me: "Want to take revenge?"
I gritted my teeth and nodded.
He said: "Then remember - crying can't solve any problem. If you want to live, I will take you away. If you want to die, I will help you."
Ten years later, I stood in front of my brother, my Mangekyo Sharingan focused on the kunai he gave me.
He asked me: "Why do you take revenge?"
I said: "On account of me surviving. On account of me enduring ten years. On account of the man standing behind me——"
"He said, kill the bad guys so that the good guys can live."
