Shura in the Human World

He is the God of War, codenamed "Shura", who made his enemies fearful five years ago. That night, his most trusted brother stood in the firelight and sent him to hell with his own hands. He's not dead. Five years later, Jiangcheng had an extra courier. Wear washed-out work clothes, ride an old three-wheeler, and live in a rental house in a village in the city. No one gave him a second glance. Except for one little girl. She is the orphan of her comrades. Six years old, she wears braids and loves strawberry-flavored lollipops. Every time I pull the hook, I say: No change is allowed for a hundred years. He wanted to live like this. Delivering couriers, eating fried rice with eggs, and watching that girl grow up. Put "Shura" rotten in the stomach and take it into the coffin. But some people don't agree. The person who betrayed him back then came to visit him. The dead comrades were dug out one by one. An organization called "Shadow" is approaching. And the faint golden lines on his palm - it has been faintly hot since one morning. He just wants to be a normal person. He wanted to protect the person in his arms. But that account should be settled.