Bright days, bleak winds.

The red-haired child quietly opened his eyes and looked at the world, his appearance carried too much joy and too much hope.

In the warm care of his parents, the boy gradually grew up, showing off his new life and vigor to the world, but the wind... It was still bleak, and every now and then, it would cast a dull veil over the village, as if the fate of a boy was quietly trembling in the wind.

One day, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the dark clouds carried a heavy and terrifying oppressive force, which overwhelmed people.

The parents who went out never returned, they fell on the battlefield ...

Finally, a thunderbolt sounded, and the hideous thunder and lightning cut through the clouds, and the rain poured down, and the wind blew fiercely, ruthlessly destroying the young heart.

His small body stood alone in the wind and rain, staring blankly at the raging dark clouds.

Everyone's heart slowly tightened and ached.

Finally, a ray of sunlight pierced the clouds, enveloping his thin body with a faint warmth.

The same sad old man taught the boy how to make dolls, and whenever he was lonely, he stayed alone in the house and tinkered silently.

One person plays, one person learns, one person makes a puppet... He doesn't need anyone to accompany him, because he is accompanied by a puppet "father" and "mother".

In the bitter wind and rain, the wind was blowing, the cold hut was a little dripping with candlelight, the boy was curled up on the big bed, and the puppets on both sides hugged him tightly...

The picture scroll stopped, and the one that remained in everyone's hearts... It's that little happiness with sourness...

The corners of the scorpion's eyes were slightly wet, but they immediately dissipated again.

In his vague memory, he saw his ignorant childhood, and he saw that he was only four or five years old hugging the puppet, because he was so sad, his expression was distorted, and his body trembled so violently.

But even if he endured that pain and desperate loneliness at that time, he didn't make a sound, let alone leave a tear, because he could only bear everything, no one would care about himself, no one would care about himself...

All of his... It's just me... Maybe two cold puppets...

And what is hope? Why can't I see, no matter how hard I try to keep my eyes open...

Then I am in that past... It's slowly changing...

Half a minute of flute sounded, and at this point the final note sounded.

The moment the flute left her lips, the unspeakable sadness flashed in the eyes of the snow god moon, but it was fleeting.

In the next second, he was already smiling lightly.

Quiet, incomparably quiet, even the wind seemed to completely hide its existence, without the slightest wind whistle.

He didn't break the atmosphere, but stood there with a smile, looking at the faces immersed in the illusion, among them, there were young ninjas, there were unsmiling shinobi, there were old people with crane hair and childish faces, and no one was an exception, all fell into this wonderful illusion.

The mournful sound of the flute made their hearts tremble heavily at first, and then gradually turned into sharp knives, piercing into the depths of their hearts, making them tremble violently in their hearts, and even their souls trembled violently in pain.

They felt the desperate loneliness, and the obsession of the immature heart's longing, and their hearts trembled more and more intensely.

However, in the seemingly endless sad rendering, the slightly sour little happiness in the last scene shocked everyone.

It turns out that in despair, even a little light can be so moving...

As the sound of the flute faded away, everyone's eyes slowly opened, and then looked at the scorpion with less anger and more emotion.

"It turns out... That's what you said... Art..."

The scorpion muttered, "It can make everyone willingly fall into the illusion... And unconsciously changed his mind... It's really... Remarkable..."

Snow God Yue bowed slightly, he knew that the scorpion had reached its limit, so he didn't want to interrupt the other party's last words.

"In that case... I also... OK... Leave your own... Eternal... Art..."

The scorpion suddenly smiled softly, in the illusion created by the sound of the flute, it was not only other people who were changed, but even he himself was unconsciously touched.

"In this last moment... All I wanted... It's just... It's just a hug from them..."

The ten fingers of the scorpion's hands suddenly shot out several slight chakra threads, which were connected to the puppet "father" and "mother", and then gently led, let go of the ninja in the hand, and slowly, hugged the scorpion himself, in his arms...

His head hung slightly, and he didn't make the slightest movement, and finally left this cruel world like this.

"Scorpion... In the art you left behind... It should and shouldn't be less... I'm this... Old woman..."

In the eyes of everyone, Chiyo's mother-in-law stood up tremblingly, staggered a few steps, came to the scorpion, looked at her own grandson kindly, and finally closed her eyes and passed away...

Snow God Moon... People like you... To be able to appear in an old man like us who is boring... In the ninja world created... Really makes me happy...

My whole life... Nothing has been done right...

But in the end... I finally had the opportunity to make... The right choice... With the soul of this old woman of mine... Exchange the life of my Airo that you recognize... It's really the best deal...

Shayin Village... And Konoha Hidden Village... In the future ahead... Maybe it will be with our times... It's not the same...

I can feel... You have an incredible power in you... It's different from everyone else in this world... So I thought... You can become a shadow like never before... And with that power to change the future of the whole world...

The parched space, the torn ground, I love to hear someone's voice calling to me.

"Who is it... Calling my name... Is it an illusion..."

He silently looked at his palm and muttered, "This hand... It's still my hand... My hand... I... Who the hell is it..."

On his cheeks, tears fell inexplicably, in this lonely world, he was alone.

"Wake up..."

Syllable.

A white palm suddenly slapped on his shoulder, and when he looked back, he saw a strange but familiar face, without the previous mask, his handsome face and the red mole on his eyebrows, quite a bit of bewitching handsomeness.

Although his appearance has changed a lot, and his hair has grown long and hung down from his shoulders, I still recognize him at a glance, because if you look at his deep eyes, you can perceive the light contained in them.

Can illuminate everyone's... A ray of hope...

"Wake up..."

The young man said gently, "It's time for you to wake up... I love Luo..."