There are no windows at the root.
Sai grew up here without a name, only the code name "E".
The roots wore away everything he had—emotions, his name, his sense of who he was.
The only thing that couldn't be erased was the piece of grass he secretly drew in the corner of the intelligence map after each mission.
There is no meaning or purpose, it's just painting.
Until one day, he picked up a white-haired pen in an abandoned ruins.
The system comes and the magic pen is bound:
"Everything you draw can come true. But the world is conserved - whatever you take away, you have to give back."
The first thing he did was not to test his combat power or plan for the future.
He drew a window on the stone floor of the ruins.
The sunlight filtered in and fell on the back of his hand, feeling real and warm.
There were no windows at the base, and he had never experienced real sunlight since he could remember.
He put his hand in the light and stood there for a long time until the light dissipated.
