Hey I'm back after sooooo long but enough about me lets go on with the story
P.s I do not own Naruto
The sun fell below the mountain lining but to me the day already had darkened. How had this happen? Over the course of twenty years I worked thousands of cases, seen hundreds of mutilated corpses and yet only now do I feel so lost. What had this human whose name lay engraved on the headstone done to me? Pure evil knocked on my door step daily but never like this. I knew cruelty amongst humans though never had I experienced much pain that brought me to my knees, crying. There is only one way to sort out these feelings….I must retell our story.