This situation started a month ago. When I opened my eyes one morning, I suddenly felt that the place I had lived in for thirteen years had changed... The very familiar people and the scenes that I took for granted were suddenly different - but I couldn't tell what was different. It was as if there was a transparent film between the world and me, visible but intangible.
No, the world is still the same world.
It was indeed the same as the day before.
It's me who has changed.
However, I don't understand even more, what exactly have I changed?
I'm still me.
A cold-blooded young man who killed hundreds of people from their roots and crawled out of the corpse cave.
A machine that performs its tasks with the goal of perfection.
A perfect weapon with the highest order given by Danzo-sama.
A masochist who relentlessly pursues the highest ninjutsu based on his strength.
A heartless person who regards family, friendship and bonds as rubbish.
However - is this really me? Isn't this the warning in my heart every morning when I open my eyes?
Because, if I don't remind myself like this, then I will probably lose my qualifications as an excellent dark ninja, and there will be no room for me to survive in this world.
PS: I have never written a complete novel. I have never finished everything I have written before, so I have been groping and groping...
I changed my name... But this name still makes me tremble... It's so difficult...
Supporting roles are for yy
The protagonist is meant to be tortured
This is an article that does not pay attention to ability settings.
This is a text that only talks about feelings
In short, this is a story that the author YY can't stand...