The man who was more troublesome than anyone else has left, so is this reply satisfied to him?

It's funny, but someone who acts purely for such a reason may be more difficult than anyone else, really.

Leaning back, who was more mentally tired than physical, he lay on the floor in the winter night, looking at the ceiling above his gaze, and the aura diffusing in the dim light was fluttering.

"It's going to be more troublesome in the future, really."

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"If you don't want to lose anything, if you don't want to die for no reason, if you don't want to grieve yourself or others, why don't you become a ninja?"

One day, a guy was pointing at someone who had become a ninja and said so.

Who is that person? He doesn't understand anything! Who is that person? What does he know?

Who is that person?

Huh!

That person is me!

That person is myself, Liuchuan Winter Night.

So, how long has this kind of questioning been going on?

That man, Kazuhiko Rukawa, why did he die? Because he's a ninja!

That man, Sakumo Hagi, why did he die? Because he's a ninja!

That man, Mitarai, why does he want to die? Because he's in love with a ninja!

So, why become a ninja?

This question, which has been hidden in my heart since childhood, is whispered out of the winter night and melted into the night wind.

“…… I always feel that there is something unpleasant! ”

Go and offer a bouquet of flowers. He suddenly made up his mind to do something, even though it seemed impossible to him normally.

The boy muttered quietly.

Then the murmur faded away, replaced by a gentle breath.

He's asleep!

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The eastern sky is enveloped in light.

The light that was not a hot man shone on the body, and it was the first morning of the day.

Basking in the morning light, I walked towards the place called the Hero's Tomb.

Because he has been confirmed dead, although his body has not been found, Mitarai is still buried in this land.

What an enviable guy! Regarding the news that he suddenly heard after regaining his freedom, Winter Night clearly stated his position in his heart.

Irritability drives his actions, but the efficiency of his actions does not slow down.

Got it.

The newly built tomb is still very conspicuous, and there are traces of funerals around the grave, and it seems that it has not rained recently, so you can find it at once.

Thankfully, because the funeral had been going on for a while, it was a long time since the funeral had been held, and no one from the Mitarai clan had been found in the area, and if any Mitarai people were found, the winter night would definitely turn around and run now.

In this narrow space was erected a tombstone, engraved with similar words to the other tombstones, the two names of the people who were originally related to his life.

The ironic fact is that this stone that records the journey of a dead man's life does not even have the name of the person who killed him, this is the most important death in life, how can it be more favoritist than when he was born?

This vast cemetery, known as "Heroic Purpose", is lined with countless similar tombstones. Including the stone pavements and tombstones, the tombs are usually made of white stone, reminiscent of the heavenly realm that most people imagine without permission.

The air is clear.

It's even a little cold.

Obviously with a bad look on his face, he still put the bouquet he bought in the flower shop when he came to the tombstone and closed his eyes on the winter night.

I didn't know what to do with the memorials before, but I didn't think about anything, and I just closed my eyes.

Then, surprisingly, the heart that had been beating strangely since the time of awakening was unusually calm at this moment.

How long has it been? In short, it's the time when the heart returns to normal.

After everything is over.

I slowly opened my eyes.

"Here, it's the third time I've ......"

Looking around, he whispered that to him, no matter how many years ago the memory span, there seemed to be no change here.

For the first time, there was no clear target for mourning, because the person he needed and wanted to mourn the most was not here at that time.

The second time, he was driven by his mood just to send off the final end of that tragic hero, or because it was not until the end that he really saw through him with these eyes.

The third time, at this moment, beyond reason or emotion can be described, maybe for himself, he just wants to take a look, take a look, the ninja who lives smarter than anyone else, and he dies in the stupidest way of death.

In fact, all you feel is jealousy!

When Winter Night thought of himself, he almost had to die in other ninja villages, but an arrogant guy like him, who didn't trouble people until the end, could enjoy the treatment of [Hero] with peace of mind. The anger of the winter night came up all at once, and the feeling of wanting to smash the grave in front of me was more or less deserved.

There should be, right?

Yes!!

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…… How much have I changed since then?

Thinking all the time, not caring about the place, I compare the past with the present.

We have accumulated a lot of experience.

Strong enough to match [Monster].

I also came into contact with a lot of "death".

Even so, no matter how much I think, I can't come up with a definitive answer.

The guy in front of me does not have an empty grave of the body, nor will he think for me and answer the confusion in my heart for me.

It's just that I have a feeling that the inexplicable emotion I feel in my chest right now is everything.

As I looked back, I looked back on my memories that I didn't know anything about at the beginning, and looked up at the sky that I could see in this Konoha Village.

I sensed that someone had come to this uninhabited cemetery.

Is that......

I looked back, startled.

Walking through the many tombstones, a woman in a simple dark costume and wearing a white fox mask?

Who is she......?

When she noticed me, she stopped walking, and the eyes peeking out of the mask seemed to be looking at me as well.

The white sun shines among us.

I don't know why.

Just, that time.

For some reason, I felt like I saw ...... Below the dazzling Rising Day, the man was crying.

"Hinata Snow."

I confided her name, and I was convinced without doubt, convinced of who she was, under that mask.

There are enough characteristics to make the winter night, which has not much range of friends, actually got the answer the moment I met her.

"Rukawa Winter Night."

She also shouted my name, and her voice was a little hoarse, not like the reason for entering the voice change period early, but more like the result of a long period of abuse.

Finally, don't even call seniors?

While complaining on the winter night, I noticed that Hinata Xue, who took the initiative to detach the mask in front of her, was still cute as before, only the corners of her eyes were a little red.

"Who are you too, to whom are you coming to lay flowers?"

Meeting again, a reunion after a long absence, she didn't ask the uninteresting question of why you are here.

"Yes, the guy I killed with my own hands."

"Really?"

She thought that her expression was perfectly hidden, but only the subtle tremors of her body were still captured by the winter night.

She walked up to me and laid down a bouquet in front of the same tombstone I chose.

Then he lowered his eyes.

Without any conversation, she looked up after we committed ourselves to a quiet time of solitude.