I forget the river with every step, and the boundless blue falls lead me to the flowing mist. I have unfinished business and am searching for my fate in this life.
In a moment, I feel sad, looking at my torn evening clothes by the window, red ice on my pillow, it's like the end of the world.
She was on the other side of the fleeting time, watching his lonely back.
——Until he was covered in killing, burdened with sin, and rushed into the warm and fatal memories like a moth to a flame.
Many years later, when she stood at Hokage Rock again and looked down at the land, things and people were different.
"Can I call you Sasuke? Just this once."
"Give me a mask, Sasuke-kun."
"Do you think I'm laughing or... Crying?"
"There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it."
She held up an umbrella on a rainy night and told him: "My name is Wangchuan."
Brocade silk blanket, mahogany thin and warm.
Lifting his hand to hold Liulan, he walked across the River of Forgetfulness.
(Excerpted from "Fantasy City")
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A short story by Uchiha Itachi, currently being serialized.
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