It has been said that when a person dies, his life flashes before his eyes. If I could speak, I would say that this statement is true.

A short knife passed through my chest, piercing through muscles, through my heart, through my lungs, and through my chest, revealing a white, bloody blade.

A month ago, I told my mother-in-law, who was running a black shop with me, that after another month, we would wash our hands and leave this town, leave this country, and move to the land of fire.

My mother-in-law died. It was the man with the short knife who killed me at this time, and this man also killed me.

I don't have a name, and before I settled down and opened a black shop, I wandered, killing people everywhere with a book of knife skills that I picked up on the battlefield.

After a mission, exhausted, I checked into a hotel. The boss is a middle-aged fat man with a fat belly, but the boss lady is still a girl with a good face. But I don't pay attention to that, I'm tired, I'm lazy.

I ordered a bottle of sake, a piece of sushi, and a basin of hot water.

Stuff was delivered quickly. The fair-faced girl was kneeling in front of me, her head bowed, her neckline showing a slender neck.

I wasn't too hungry, but I was hungry and thirsty. I haven't touched a woman in a month.

The women of the inn will generally have a double position and a sex deputy, but it is also possible that they do not. I didn't care so much then, I just wanted women. I reached out and lifted the woman's chin. It's beautiful, I thought to myself as I looked at the woman's face, her eyes were misty with a nice mist.

I lowered my head and kissed the woman's bright red lips. I thought she would resist, but who knew that she was like a puppet, let me play with it.

Of course I couldn't stop, I kissed the soft lips and stuck my tongue in. I hugged her tight, turned around and slowly pressed her underneath. She was light, as light as a hollow puppet made of wood.

I put my arms around her and kissed her softly, it was the first time I had been so gentle. I don't know why I'm so gentle, maybe it's because of those eyes. Those eyes, like me, don't see the reason for their existence.

I untied her, and the bright red kimono was decorated with small flowers. I saw a beautiful carcass, but the carcass was covered with fine scars.

The scars didn't spoil that beauty. Or rather, those scars make another kind of psychedelic beauty.

I suddenly couldn't hold back the surging lust in my belly, and rudely possessed her.

Afterwards, I threw the money on her with a wave of disgust. I don't know if I'm disgusted with her or if I'm disgusted with myself. Or, both. This is the rule, a woman is a geisha, and I am a prostitute.

I saw a soft jade hand, slowly pushing back the money I had paid. Turning around, I saw the woman's eyes.

"Help me kill someone, and you'll have me. A thousand times, ten thousand times, you have no problem playing however you want. ”

That's what the woman said at the time. She said this with a blank expression.

Actually, I never take on a task that I am not sure about. But the devil sent me to take it.

The woman is going to kill the innkeeper, her husband.

Later, much later, the woman told me after the high tide that the innkeeper was also her father.

The innkeeper was hard to kill, even though the woman had asked him for a night before she killed him. The woman first stabbed him with a dagger, and I also took the opportunity to cut off his right arm.

The innkeeper is a double knife player, and he knows how to refine the chakra. If he hadn't been that badly injured, I wouldn't have been his match.

I fought him for five minutes. I was at first out of inferiority, and then he bleed and weakened, and I cut off his head with a single sword.

The woman staggered to her feet and limped to the innkeeper's head. She picked him up and limped down the hallway of the inn again. Her leg was broken in the raid.

I followed this woman. Where she lowered her head, I saw two dried corpses dressed in kimonos like hers. One was an adult woman, and the other was about twelve or thirteen years old.

The woman later told me that the two bodies, one of which belonged to her mother and the other to her sister.

After the task was completed, I got a woman. A book that writes about the Chakra refining method.

Of course, there is also a hostel that has been a black shop for many years. I don't have to live a life of a helpless killer anymore, I become a hostel owner.

They call me Boss Yamada.

The people in the town say that the Yamada couple are a good couple. Because they will always give some steamed buns to the little ones. I usually help some neighbors.

I gathered some people who no longer wanted to be killers. Opened this black shop together.

I'm not going to kill everyone who lives in the store. I always do it on the fifteenth and sixteenth days of the month. Of course, there is another matter of fat sheep that are reluctant to let go.

Over time, a legend circulated in the town. On the fifteenth and sixteenth of each month, on the night of the full moon, there will be monsters coming out to eat people.

Actually, it was the guys in the store who didn't dispose of the corpse. Many corpses were eaten by wild beasts, and they were discovered by the mountain people, so such a legend spread.

It's really a handy legend.

To keep this legend alive, I killed some of the town's people on a full moon night. Dump their bodies in the forest at the entrance of the town.

For example, the nasty big man who sells pork.

A rogue warbler who always hooks up with men on the streets.

Seven or eight-year-old children who forgot to go home while playing.

Later, Tanokuni fell into war again, but our business became more and more prosperous.

Later, my mother-in-law became pregnant. She said she didn't want to do it anymore, and I said yes. I'm going to do a few more votes this month, and I'll leave for the Fire Nation in a month.

After so many years, I have developed a good ramen technique. I think it's good to open a ramen restaurant in the Land of Fire to make a living.

All the memories passed through my mind in an instant.

I saw a woman, dressed in red, with a nice mist in her eyes, and she held out her hand to me.

I can finally leave this world, I think.

"The first!" Yagamiki drew his short knife. Blood spurted from the innkeeper's chest. He chuckled, once again hiding in the shadows of the forest.