Breaking into Kumogakure

Watching the invader carrying a battle blade draw ever closer in his field of vision, Killer B did not display the tension, agitation, or outright cursing of the other Kumogakure ninja around him.

Instead, after letting out a soft breath, he completely calmed his slightly stirred emotions.

Four years.

In these...

"I am a failure. I hardly ever notice whether the sun is shining or not, because I have no time.

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

"I found many jobs, but none of them hired me. Perhaps no one liked someone who was bad at speaking, unwilling to socialize, and had not shown enough ability.

"For three whole days, I ate only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement instead of going outside to endure the abnormally cold winter wind.

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

"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The wall lamps in the corridors were not lit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the faint light leaking 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 into body bags, and we would work together to carry them into the morgue.

"It was not a good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use the spare time at night to study. After all, hardly anyone wanted to come to the morgue unless a body needed to be delivered or taken away for cremation.