Fate is subtle and impossible to predict; there's nothing to do but count the days until dawn.
In this impure, undying body, I have revisited old haunts for three years. Before sharp brows and bloodshot eyes, I sit and watch the days pass. What difference does it make? Oaths made with conviction, words spoken like iron, still linger by my side. I turn my head, and all the crows beneath the heavens are black. I think in vain: fame and fortune are all illusions. In the end, all that remains is a handful of yellow earth in the wilderness. I force myself to write new words and feign sorrow, ashamed to borrow Yi An's voice. Spring rain brings Du's cuckoo cries and rice shoots; I'll write a tale to be enjoyed over tea.
A story about Uchiha Obito after being resurrected by the Impure World Reincarnation. He is about to face a new generation that is both familiar and strange, and a shinobi world that remains calm as ever, stagnant as a pool of dead water. Given another chance to watch the world with cold eyes, he is no longer angry. He will set out once more, to meet old friends grown old and awaken the multitudes whose eyes have been clouded by fate. But Obito, whose Cassandra are you? Who will listen to your words?
What is clone?
The battles written by my wife are very exciting. I wonder when she will update them again? _(:з∠)_
This is my first time reading a fanfic, so I would like to give you some suggestions. First of all, the distribution of the paragraphs is too long and makes me tired. This is a very important point. No matter what kind of article it is, it must be easy for readers to read and find it interesting. Second, do you feel a little confused? If you feel that what I said is wrong, please delete it automatically.