The fourth day of the fifth month, cloudy.

My name is Matsuri, and I was picked up by Shimura-sama according to the contents of a scroll, but it doesn't matter, the name is just a code name for the standard dolls of the root, and I don't have any complaints about this name that may accompany me for the rest of my life.

But it wasn't until one day when I was assigned by Shimura-sama to be his successor as her bodyguard that I began to resent my name—because how much I wanted her to recite my name for a while, piecing together soft syllables to call me to carry the sedan chair for her.

Even though my brother 'Fan' has been abused by her and died on the way to protect her for unknown reasons, I am still so desperate to stay by her side even for a minute or a second...... It's good.

May 24, sunny.

Her smile has become the meaning of my existence, although that delicate smile does not belong to me, but if I could look at her smile more—no, a few glances, I think that the torture and pain I have endured for so many years will not accompany me to hell again, right?

The team leader who was produced at the same time as me noticed my excess emotions, but instead of reporting them to Shimura-sama, he even began to help me with advice so that he could please her.

And at this time, I realized that I was not the only one who was the failure of this batch of puppets.

- They have human emotions just like me.

May 30, rain.

I helped her with countless tasks she had assigned, from going to Nara and Akimichi to steal pharmaceutical materials, to buying ingredients for her every morning, but she still didn't look at me directly, but gave all her voice and smile to the white-haired young man she was leaning on.

I know who he is, the current head of the Hagi family with the title of Kakashi, the Sharingan Kakashi, and a more valuable pawn than me that she finally got after planning for a long time.

I knew her for who she really was, because she often turned her anger at me in a different way than when she was outside, but I felt that the kind of scolding that didn't hurt me at all was a sign that she cared about me.

On the third day of June, it was sunny.

I found myself feeling jealous but unable to vent it.

On the fifth day of June, it was sunny.

Something she did was discovered by Lord Shimura, and I was very anxious to help her exonerate, but I didn't dare to pull all the dolls of the same class into the water and bury her because of my own selfish desires.

In my life, I could no longer find a way to help her except the fighting experience I had learned from constantly wielding my sword, and I could only keep completing her tasks when I wanted to please her, but now I could only reduce the strength in my hands so that her eyebrows were not so distorted and my heart twitched together.

Shimura-sama noticed that my whipping didn't seem to have any power, and snatched it and tore her shoulder blades, making my heart feel as if it was being clenched by her screams, and I couldn't continue to beat to relieve the pain.

The special pepper water made by the logistics staff sprinkled on her skin and flesh and exposed jade white bones, which made me uncontrollably jump my eyebrows, and I kept feeling worried and angry about her instantaneous fainting.

But I didn't dare to go against Shimura Danzo, because there were more puppets behind me that he had maliciously tied up and made, namely Fan and I, or Shin and Sakai.

I can't let them go deep into the water and be tormented by the abyss for my own selfish desires.

Call...... The demon was finally gone, and I used the shadow creation to perceive him standing on a high platform, staring at it with the indifference of a god.

I found an opportunity to lean up her cheek and ask what to do, but she replied with a pretended uselessness, and she said - hit.

She asked me to whip her all the time to create a miserable appearance.

I realized that I loved her, and loved her so madly that I wanted to protect her, and I was confident that the head of the Qimu family would not be as profound as I was—for with every stroke of the whip, my heart would shatter a little, and it would look as horrible and desolate as her flesh and skin.

I tortured the person I loved the most under force majeure, but I still had to pretend to be undistressed and smile so that the people around me could burn it and give it to the demon as an after-dinner dessert to make him feel satisfied.

The muddy and dim broken light bulb flickered incessantly, allowing the shimmer to brush her cheeks back and forth several times, and her figure was stretched for a short time like a pendulum of life.

I had been deliberately controlling my strength, and I began to get a little tired, and my hand slipped violently, whipping to the last few intact parts of her body.

That scream was louder than anyone's death-facing wail, as terrible as the mandarin duck I once pinched to death without being sensible.

- The bird that I pinched my husband to death and kept chirping.

I was scared, I wanted to apologize but didn't dare to say it, so I could only keep smiling and leaning close to her cheek.

Smelling fishy sweet breath, her answer was the same - tormenting my heart.

"Go on, just hit it, it's so heartbreaking."

She can scream heartbreakingly, but I can't express my emotions like her, let alone use words like catharsis.

On the tenth day of June, I don't know.

I've been in this dark, damp birdcage with her for five days, and my ears are starting to go numb and I can barely hear anything from her.

I woke up and shouted to the medical staff despite my disguise, urging them to pour Nara's potion into her mouth, and at the same time, the demon noticed it and stared at me coldly.

June 15, I don't know.

It's been ten days, and it's a birdcage, and the rancid stench of people's hearts is simply unbearable.

There was even a ninja under the command of the Hokage, but as a ****, he didn't intercept it, and he didn't come forward to stop it!

Hypocritical brute!!

June 20, I don't know.

Fifteen days...... I tortured her like a walking dead for fifteen days.

She is a child of the gods, and she should not fall into mortal dust and suffer.

I whipped her arms until they were unloaded, and my right leg was cut off with my whip carelessly, and it fell to the ground.

I looked at the reddened whip in my hand in distraction, not knowing what to do, but the demon finally came over and interrupted my thoughts.

He said, "You understand...... My behavior. ”

He was crazy to ask her that question, but I heard an answer as crazy as he did.

……

But it doesn't matter, I still love her, it's not about madness and external flesh, but her existence, her smile.