The Missing Part

He studied Naruto's profile and noticed something interesting. The sleeping man's cheeks each bore three faint red lines. They didn't look like birthmarks, but rather like scars: crooked knife wounds that had gradually faded over time. With modern medical technology, treating such minor injuries without leaving a trace would be no problem. Had he kept the scars as a memento? To make sure he wouldn't forget something? Unfortunately, time still wears everything away. Just like this planet, which will one day disappear completely, beginning with Asia. He understood now. They all had stories. A story about this planet, this land. A sad memory, one that even death could not overcome. That was why they had chosen to stay here, silently protecting the things they couldn't bear to leave behind. That is what it means to be human: to have that kind of stubbornness. The stubbornness to cast off despair. Theme: