Akimoto Osamu was a ninja from Amegakure. He had spent half his life crossing battlefields, and surviving in Amegakure, the heart of war, was proof enough of his considerable strength.
Yet whether it was Hanzo of the Salamander, known as the "demigod," or the "god" now residing atop the tower, neither of their methods of rule could be called wise.
Those who rose through violence and ruled through violence would ultimately be overthrown by the same violence.
Akimoto Osamu knew that, but there was nothing he could do. Compared to the unfathomably powerful "god" and "angel," there was nothing he could do.
"That god's greatest weapon isn't his force, but that cold, merciless heart, sharp as a blade..."
He could only numb himself with alcohol day after day. He wanted Amegakure to become better, but he lacked the strength to make it happen.
"Without violence, Amegakure might perish even faster." Akimoto Osamu gradually accepted that belief. Yet under alcohol's numbing influence, he too gradually became numb.
He became a regular at the tavern. The bitterness in his heart grew ever deeper, and he drank more and more. Gradually, he earned himself a nickname at the tavern—Alcohol Demon.
But today, Akimoto Osamu discovered that his nickname, Alcohol Demon, seemed rather laughable before that man...
Moriyue lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then exhaled a cloud of smoke. He had swiped it from those drunks. Free was free.
Akimoto Osamu sat across from Moriyue, still clutching a bottle. Drunks lay sprawled across the floor like heaps of mud, dead asleep. The tavern, packed and boisterous just moments ago, now contained only waves of snoring. At the moment, only Akimoto Osamu and Moriyue remained awake.
Even the tavern owner had wanted to compete with Moriyue in drinking, and then ended up on