The night, quietly, the moonlight shining on the earth, as if it was a layer of light veil, and as if it was a layer of heavy frost. On such a beautiful night, I looked up at the sky outside the window, and the pearl-like stars hung in the blue night sky, shining brightly one after another, and everything turned silvery white under the moonlight, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Such a sight is tantamount to being more suitable for a season like winter.

When he woke up in the winter night, he got up from the cold floor, and his whole body was no longer as energetic as in the morning, and his whole body was filled with the smell of death.

I don't know why, but I felt a tingling in my eyes, like sand was in it? Or crawling ants? He was unaccustomed to squinting, rubbing his eyelids slightly wrinkled, and it seemed that there was almost only a slit.

But inexplicably, even with a limited field of vision, the winter night feels clearer than usual.

Stumbled out of the bedroom, the tableware in the living room was still on the table, and he ignored it directly on the winter night, and now he still didn't plan to clean it up.

Walking inward in the hallway, the deepest corner is the bathroom, and the winter night intends to wash his face, trying to wash away the irritants that may be present in his eyes, but also to keep the residual salt from tears on his face, so that he will not be too uncomfortable.

With his head bowed, in the cramped bathroom, the short winter night climbed onto the familiar stool, and with the help of the height that grew out of thin air, he was able to reach the faucet.

The roaring water flowed out of the faucet, and the winter night simply slapped a handful of water directly on his face, and the cold water hit his face heavily, and the slight pain was transmitted, making him barely recover his spirit.

After a simple face-wash, I scrubbed my face with a towel placed aside on a winter night, but the stinging pain in my eyes did not go away, perhaps because I was sick.

With his head slightly straightened, Winter Night slowly removed the towel covering his face, and he was ready to use the mirror in front of him to check the condition of his face and eyes.

Is it a delusion? Winter Night looked at the pair of scarlet eyes in the glass mirror, a small black tadpole in the left eye, and two small tadpoles in the right eye, all of which were slowly rotating around the central eyeball.

"Writing wheels?" His voice trembled slightly, and it was obvious that he was a little surprised.

"Uchiha?" As if thinking of something, Winter Night's voice calmed down, and the low tone was even a little eerie, thinking that he knew the rough father well, and it was clear that he was aware of some other possibility.

He slowly closed his eyes, and I don't know how long it took, but when he opened them again, his eyes returned to their usual black pupils.

Even if he may have learned about his mother's background, even if he has opened the writing wheel, his face at this moment in the winter night is still expressionless, revealing a kind of coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

He held a towel in his left hand, and his right hand slowly reached out to his face.

This delicate and immature face is obviously not similar to that person, but is it a smile?

Looking in the mirror, the unnatural grin makes people feel an affinity inexplicably, just like the man in their memory. Maybe that's the only thing he's given to himself, but a smile? Because, perhaps, I don't want to laugh anymore!

••••••

The next day, before dawn, the alarm bell rang at half past five, and he did not indulge in the bed, and he got up from bed in the winter night, and the black sky had not yet opened the curtain, so he simply packed himself up and trotted out of the house on the winter night.

He was going to start ninja cultivation, although without the existence of that man, for him, everything would be gone! But Winter Night is not ready to give up on the process of gaining ninja powers, as he needs them to achieve his goals.

Is that man a traitor? How is such a thing possible! Whether it was out of Winter Night's knowledge of the man, or something else, Winter Night never believed in such a thing from beginning to end.

Isn't it weird? After this incident was exposed, no one in the village had taken the initiative to come to the trouble of spending the winter night. There was not even a ninja sent to search the home of the winter night.

Except for the villagers who don't understand the situation, the upper echelons of the village seem to have forgotten about this at the same time, and if this is really the case, isn't it ridiculous?

The newborn Winter Night already has a good enough logical thinking, and he knows that this is a very abnormal thing, so if no one does anything to him, does it mean that if the other party is not afraid, or someone is using his power to protect Winter Night?

Either way, Winter Night knows that this kind of maintenance cannot exist forever, and he can't pin the possibility on a character who has not revealed his true identity in secret.

He wants to live, to live until the day he thinks the truth has been revealed by him, and in the process of living, he needs strength.

The people behind him are very strong, and there will be many people who will hinder him from getting the truth, so only his own strength is strong enough to protect him and give him the possibility of fighting those guys.

To those people, he was still just an ant at the moment, and because no one would care about ants all the time, that was the only possibility he had now.

In the early hours of the night, his gaze shifted to the most conspicuous position in Konoha Village, where three huge stone statues had been carved.

The outskirts of Konoha Village.

Winter Night began the initial activity of his day's practice, running with weights, with a flowing river on one side, and a small path along the river, which is rarely passed by in normal times, and at this time in time, there is no figure in Winter Night.

Compared with the physical fitness of a child who is only six years old, forty pounds of weight is not a simple thing even in today's world.

After the first attempts to walk and simple movements, and after giving the body a gradual process of adaptation, the winter night began to trot, the pace was not large, and the speed was only a little more than the brisk walking.

Even so, for the body that has just begun to grow, the fatigue caused by the weight is obvious, and after running for less than five minutes, the breath of the winter night has begun to be unstable, and he forced himself to close his mouth and try his best to control the breathing rhythm of his nostrils.

A minute, two minutes, I don't know how long it took, began to gasp for air,

Don't give up! Even if I'm so disgusting, there's a reason why I have to keep going! Move me!

Winter Night's current situation is very bad, too much force, he feels that there is no place in his body that is not painful, he can clearly see the inside of his body, and realize that his muscles have reached the limit.

No, persevere, even if he knew his situation, Winter Night did not have the consciousness of giving up, because he knew that the new life after the destruction would be more resilient, just like his own experience, he believed so.

"Hey, boy, are you also looking for youth?"

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable accosting beside him, but Winter Night didn't hear it, and Winter Night, who devoted everything to the confrontation between his body and mental consciousness, didn't have the idea of receiving such an inconsequential message in his subconscious at this moment.

"Boy, I'll take a step first, the pace of youth won't stop here, let's wait and see you later."

The other party who didn't get an answer didn't seem to care about the attitude of the winter night, and the body accelerated by itself, and it was already far away from the winter night in an instant, and the other party's face couldn't be seen clearly in the night, but what does goodbye mean?