Might Guy stood alone beneath the crimson sunset, the wind tugging gently at his green jumpsuit. Jasmine's laughter echoed in the distance, soft and bright, carried on the breeze as she walked hand in hand with another. Her smile lit up the path ahead, but not for him. He had trained her, guided her, watched her grow stronger with every sparring match and every shared meal. And somewhere between the kunai and the campfires, his heart had betrayed him. But he had never said a word. Now, with her fingers entwined in someone else's, Might Guy whispered to the wind. "Youth burns bright… but sometimes it burns too late.”