Kirigakure Caizou never thought that it was a hard-earned vacation. He had been bound by work and had been in the bureau for too long and wanted to take a break. Unexpectedly, he would end up in such a place without knowing it.
Speaking of which, the weather today was not very good. The gloomy dark clouds blocked the sunlight, and the cold wind swept by, blowing Kirigakure Saizo's dark hair into a mess. The cold and stiff hair hit his face, making him indescribably uncomfortable.
The overgrown weeds and shrubs in the dilapidated iron fence obscured the view. The iron gate in the center was slanted and engraved with exquisite rose patterns. Although it was rusty and dilapidated, the prosperity of the past here could still be vaguely seen from some subtle details.