Mingsui

Everything in the past has gone with the wind. Because the balance of interests has always been biased towards the strong, the long years have been spent in vain in the constant pursuit of strength. But he forgot why he was pursuing power. A gust of gentle wind blows, and my heart is trembling. Hope has long been extinguished along with the beauty in the world. It has become a joke to spend time leisurely and long for the coming of light. It's just that I was too lonely in the middle of the night. I licked my wounds gently and seemed to hear tears flowing. It is always a person who buries sorrow and swallows bitterness. I never thought that there would be someone at the other end of the space willing to share a little bit. Itachi, can I trust you, can I rely on you...