Three days had passed since saying goodbye to Konan. Those three days, Sora Uchiha had lived the same repetitive life, as if he had returned to the past.
Training in the morning, strolling around in the afternoon, and training again at night.
Until today, when the New Year arrived.
Winter had already set in for quite some time. The streets were blanketed in thick white snow, draping the village in a layer of white cotton. Early in the morning, Shisui dragged him outside the courtyard to clear the snow.
To be honest, Sora Uchiha couldn't understand why they were still using the old-fashioned method of clearing snow despite being ninjas. They only needed to use the Great Fireball Technique to clear the snow from the courtyard, yet they insisted on shoveling it away bit by bit with iron shovels. It was exhausting and unrewarding.
However, seeing how enthusiastically Shisui was working, he said nothing. He doted on his younger brother, and since Shisui liked it, he would indulge him.
Before long, the snow that had accumulated overnight was cleared away. He pushed open the gate to let the fresh air circulate. At a glance, he could see every household on the street shoveling snow outside their doors.
Some people were enjoying themselves, some were complaining, and some were sobbing. The last was a boy of eleven or twelve, probably forced outside by his parents to clear the snow.
"Hey, there's still plenty over there." Sora Uchiha pointed at a pile of snow and shouted at the child. The latter took one look and cried even louder.
His mood improved greatly.
A cold wind blew over and slipped through his collar into his clothes. He shuddered and tugged his collar higher.
After greeting Shisui, he stepped over the threshold and headed