"Whoosh..."
The slightly cool evening wind howled past, blowing up the beautiful hair of the girl standing beneath the moonlight, as though it had drawn the silver glow around her into its strands.
Is he not done yet? Gently brushing the hair that had been lifted by the wind and then fallen back as it passed, Yukina's brows furrowed slightly, and the cane beneath her hand trembled uneasily.
But how would Chiba talk to Hirohiko? Could he persuade Hirohiko? As long as he could get Hirohiko to eat more every day and speak a little more, that would be enough.
Worry and anticipation intertwined in her heart.
In truth, she did not care much about her own situation. Hyuga Shinsuke was her father; her father had betrayed the clan, and she was despised by the clan. There was nothing illogical about that. Besides, Teacher Kushina had taken very good care of her during this time, so she had not suffered much grievance.
The one thing she found hardest to accept was Chiba's death in battle.
Hirohiko and she had always refused to acknowledge that Chiba had died. They had insisted that it would not count unless they found his body. But as time passed and there was still no news of Chiba, the village eventually stopped searching. She could not truly keep comforting herself with that one-sided hope forever. Though she still did not want to believe it, somewhere deep down, she had more or less accepted the "fact" that Chiba had died in battle.
And after accepting that "fact," how could she not be heartbroken? Though she could no longer see, she had lived with Chiba for so long. Even though the house had been newly built, it was still a place where Chiba had once lived. She could