In Konoha Village, everyone knows that every day, there will be an old woman sitting at the door of Konoha Village. Every morning, she will walk from her home to the door of Konoha Village to greet people returning to or leaving the village.
It's like this every day, never changes.
When it rains, she holds an umbrella and quietly listens to the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella under the umbrella. When it snows, she puts on a thick cotton-padded jacket and lets the snow fall on her hair and clothes.
The old man's face was not as rosy as the young man's, and his black hair had long since turned white. She sat on a stone bench, staring into the distance. In the distance was a forest with a trail in the middle. She had been looking forward to that person's figure one day appearing on that trail.
Finally, the old man felt tired, and she really wanted to close her eyes and sleep.
The light brown eyes slowly closed.
In a daze, she seemed to see the young man walking towards her with his hands in his pockets, black hair flying in the air, and a smile on his lips...
The old man's lips moved, wanting to call out that person's name. Finally, before speaking, she closed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curved upward, and her smile remained the same as before.
However, those light brown eyes will never open again...
The bond between him and her will never disappear...