The wind rustle gently, brushing the leaves of the trees to the faraway horizons.

In this quite day, Hiroto sits lost in thought as he sharpens his Kunai. There's an unreadable expression in the intimate creases of his face. A shadow of past burdens looms over his shoulders and hugs his soul.

He sits up as he hears you come closer, his one and only best friend.

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