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This time... It turned out to be Naruto... Naruto...
The boy on the bed hugged his legs and looked quietly at the blue sky outside the window. His eyes, which were as blue as the sky, contained a little bit of dim gray-blue. It was a mysterious and extremely dazzling color. Because she lost the restraint of her forehead protector, her dazzling golden hair fell down, resting on her cheeks and between her eyebrows, gently swaying in the breeze, reflecting shallow warm light spots. The corners of his lips were raised slightly, forming a gentle arc, an arc that was so gentle that it was empty.
Without the vitality and sunshine of the past, he is now illusory and fragile.
The dark fog is invisible, shadowless, traceless, traceless, will not stay, and cannot stay. Can't see clearly, can't touch, it's a dead silence.
"Tired..."
The boy who was as dazzling as the sun said this in such a tired tone and in such a lonely posture. The emptiness of not being needed in the world.