Hokage: Between Breathing, Everything Is In My Hands

In the dark sky, several clouds obscured the moon.

The world immediately became extremely dark.

The cry of the baby cuts through the night sky, making the otherwise quiet night a little noisy.

In the dark, there is a figure holding something and moving forward. It can only be seen from the appearance that this figure is a bit old and moves a little slow.

The cry of the child came from his arms.

"Hey, how can they be so cruel, this is still a child"

The man slowed down, and he seemed to look back behind him.

At this time, the moon, which had been covered, had a few faint rays of light showing through.

The light reflected on the man's face. It was a face with a few wrinkles and gray hair. There was no doubt that this was an old man who was over half a hundred years old.

Seeing resentment in his eyes, he immediately turned helpless.

"It's all fate, this child is too bitter"

The baby's cry was getting louder and louder. The old man patted the baby's shoulder quickly, turned his head, his eyes became firm, and rushed forward without looking back.

The night is deep, and I don't know how many secrets have been buried.

Thank you for reading this story at wuxiamtl.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!