No One Will Remember You; Your Destination Is to Become a Spark in the Pitch-Black Void

[Impossible.]

[Impossible!]

[How could he possibly have survived?]

[That was C4 Karura!]

[It was his most magnificent art,]

[a special "gift" he had prepared specifically for Itachi Uchiha!]

[Impossible.]

"I am a failure. I hardly ever notice whether the sun is shining, because I have no time.

"My parents could not support me, and I was not highly educated. Alone, I searched for a future in the city.

"I looked for many jobs, but none of them hired me. Perhaps no one liked someone who was not good at talking, disliked socializing, and had not shown enough ability.

"I spent three whole days eating only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Luckily, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement without having to endure the abnormally frigid winter wind outside.

"Finally, I found a job. I worked the night shift at a hospital, guarding the morgue.

"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The corridor wall lamps were unlit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the faint light spilling out from the rooms to see where I was stepping.

"The smell there was terrible. From time to time, dead people would be delivered stuffed inside body bags, and we would help carry them into the morgue.

"It was not a very good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use the free time at night to study. After all, hardly anyone was willing to come to the morgue unless a body needed to be delivered or taken away for cremation. Of course, I did not have enough money to buy books yet, and I could not see any hope of saving money.

"I had