"Father, take him home." The little boy in front of him, who was slightly older than himself, softly whispered the request in a childish voice, giving him a chance to be reborn. The hands, which were as young as his own, stretched out to him with gentle warmth in the cold. They were his lifelong benefactors, so it didn't matter if they were used.
In order to keep the heir of the Flame Gang, his own son, safe, the Flame Gang master pretended to love him after he was picked up, and pushed him to the forefront to divert the attention of all evil people so that the young master could grow up safely. The skills he worked hard to learn paved the way for the young master to succeed.
The young master who originally loved him began to be jealous of his excellence, and eventually planned to kill him. He doesn't complain, he blames himself for not weighing the right amount of help. He doesn't blame others. Death is actually nothing. He is a person who must repay kindness.
Death doesn't matter, but who can tell me where this is? After experiencing the short life of a strange boy, he will eventually live as another person here.