The shop owner looked at the customer happily, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. He sighed inwardly. "That Mirai really has enough power to offend people and kill them! Ah!"
This was the sentiment of someone who had been Mirai's neighbor for over ten years.
The customer's younger brother lived not far from here either. He arrived quickly. After pushing open the door, he saw his brother lying on the bed, his sleeve empty and his eyes vacant.
He had long grown used to the sight of his younger brother, so he was not surprised. "Little brother, did you hear that just now?"
"I just broke my hand. My ears aren't deaf."
The younger brother still spoke expressionlessly, but when he saw his brother's face, he was delighted and did not shake his face too much. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Brother, is there anything worth noting? Do you know, if someone shouted like that in Konoha—and it was Lord Danzo—he'll die."
"I know that, but do you know who shouted those words? The person you hate most—Mirai!"
"Mirai?!"
Haruki Murakami could not help screaming, then remembered the day his hand had been broken.
On the day he had carried out a mission with Mirai and Rock Lee, he had been stopped by two masked men, and then his arm had been cut off.
Although it had nothing to do with Mirai, Haruki Murakami still hated him. In his eyes, Mirai clearly had the strength to kill those men, yet he had not acted directly. Instead, he had waited until Haruki Murakami's hand was severed!
Thus, that was how it had been. Haruki Murakami had long been deeply dissatisfied with Mirai, even blaming the loss of his hand on Mirai because Mirai had not killed those two