Itama Senju walked alone through the familiar forest.
It was night.
The chirping of insects and croaking of frogs filled the air.
Itama Senju could clearly hear the sounds of the forest, yet he could also sense a faint, tranquil presence, like a thin veil of mist.
Soft wild grass lay beneath his feet.
Itama Senju walked slowly, unable to hear his own footsteps.
There was something unnatural about this place.
But Itama Senju had no desire to disrupt it.
Itama Senju knew this certainly did not stem from his own will.
Everything before him was most likely there because he was inside a dream.
Whatever the reason might be.
Itama Senju was grateful for anything that let him return to the forest of his childhood.
Besides the familiar forest of his childhood.
This place also came with scenes of a vengeful spirit demanding his life, each encounter seemingly intent on driving Itama Senju into a corner.
Bathed in the enchanting moonlight.
Itama Senju suddenly stopped and gazed quietly ahead.
A figure flashed before his eyes like lightning, as though an evil spirit were coalescing into form.
The inexplicable phenomenon made Itama Senju feel that some unknown power was calling to him.
During their first encounter, Itama Senju had felt somewhat panicked. But he was the younger brother of two Hokage and had weathered many storms himself. How could his resolve be shaken so easily?
Even if the scene before him looked so real.
Even if the evil spirit beheaded him with a single stroke every time...
Itama Senju remained unshaken. He stood where he was and closed his eyes. The evil spirit before him had taken the form of a handsome man with short, light brown hair.
Set deep in honey-colored skin, his eyes shone like stars, reflecting Itama