"The warm wind blows through the hair..." Squinting slightly: "Like mother's hands, warm..."
However, this warmth is long gone. . . On the night of the genocide. .
Bloody moon,
The smell of rust,
So he stood on the top of the tree and watched the family's demise.
Again, indifferent.
The beautiful blood-colored eyes, the three magatama eyes turn slowly again. . .
Watching the young master of the Zong family being brutally slaughtered. But...
It seems that there are others. . . . But then, when he defected, Konoha seemed to gradually forget about him. Which wood leaves are gradually rotting, rotting from the roots...