Hello everyone, I am Asura Otsutsuki. I am fifteen years old, female, and belong to the loser group.
But this morning I dreamed about my brother, about his soft brown quills, about his long and white fingers, about his half-naked body and about his blood-red Sharingan.
After waking up from the dream, my body was still a little sticky, and I felt an inexplicable discomfort.
Maybe my brother forgot about my passive skill that is not affected by the Sharingan, and I automatically solved the genjutsu the next morning.
Looking at my brother leaning against the door, the smile on his lips is so gentle and his posture is so elegant.
I stretched out my hand to him as if fascinated and said, "Brother, hug me."
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Small snippet:
"Brother, father won't let us have a brother-sister relationship." I turned to look at my long-haired brother.
"Oh", he pushed my head into his arms, and the brown bristles pricked the tip of my nose, "Who cares what the old man thinks!"