[Hokage] Terukawa

My strength was exhausted-well, to put it more accurately-I was frozen, and I never thought that this distance would be so difficult after being covered with ice and snow.

Adrenaline is such an amazing thing, I thought, even though I had barely tasted the cold for the past 30+ hours of anxiety, it came within hours of me calming down and charting a course .

Also, after all, the age of this body is not more than five years old, so I shouldn't complain about it.

But damn time waits for no one!

The little kunai I held in my hand as a symbolic defense was thrown away as early as I realized that it would pass on what little body heat I had left. Even so, my hand never recovered Over-perception-I can't even perceive how many fingers I have through activities now.At first I was still walking fast by stepping on the branches, but it didn't take long for me to use up my poor chakra-I have to thank myself for not stepping high, otherwise I would be in the snow after falling Struggling for a while to get up.

...Although the subsequent development has not improved a little bit.

This gale.

I clearly felt that these cold sharp knives were freezing my bones and blood.

Starting from the back of my shoulders, from my face, from my neck, my wrists, my ankles, from all my bare skin, it is so slow and slow. It quickly followed my bones, muscle texture and even blood vessels and paralyzed my whole body, so that my spirit seemed to be slowed down——Aha, I thought, this snowflake in the strong wind, it is this cold snowflake. Is the only gentleness in winter?

It might be pity.The other part of me says nonchalantly, you cowardly fool, tenderness is no longer yours - this "gentle" winter is killing you, and you're going to be a joke no one knows about.

The sound scares me and annoys me - but I can never fight my own brain, it's too absurd and too ridiculous.

In fact, we all know that the deep cold of winter never kills with his own hands.It just gently restricts your actions, makes your limbs useless, and finally pulls your will into the abyss.

Since then, I have been in a long sleep.

That's terrible, I thought, freezing to death was never on my mind.If I really fell here today, I am afraid I will laugh at myself.

So I still have to go, I have to go.

The concept of time seems to have been blurred, and I am not sure whether I have walked for a few minutes or a few hours.As early as I realized that I was not without the possibility of freezing to death, I gave up the planned route that was deliberately detoured in some places to avoid being discovered, and took the most direct and familiar one.As far as I am now, it seems that just identifying the direction is enough to exhaust my brainpower-this shows that sometimes it is really crazy in winter.

The heavy snow showed no signs of stopping at all. The gray and cloudy snow clouds covered the sky thickly, and only a small amount of light could pass through it. The blue sky behind me was invisible at all. The only thing I could distinguish was day and night , if you want to further refine the time, it is already impossible, but I hope I can go faster.

...that's kind of funny.It's as if I once thought that time was a very slow thing, but at that time we might still have infinite possibilities.

I always try to avoid looking up at the sky, not just because time doesn't mean anything at this time-I know that no matter how my brain is misjudged by the cold, one day is definitely enough to get me home, and at the same time It's also because of some inexplicable reasons... Uh... For example, I think this is too depressing and sad. I am always afraid that a certain movement of raising my head will turn into a heavy hammer and destroy my dilapidated city wall .

In fact, the cowardly and unwilling emotions that had assailed me not so long ago no longer favored me—I felt as if I had been separated from them for a century because of my disordered sense of time.This seems to have lost a catharsis. Whenever I look up at the sky, I always feel that my heart is sour, and my internal organs are full of hopeless negativity. Stupid - nonetheless, my tear ducts don't get some kind of soreness anymore.I realized that I seemed to have lost something and it was difficult to get it back, but the sadness just passed away and ignored me.But if you think about it from another angle, this may not be a bad thing.If I were to cry in this situation, I'm afraid the tears would freeze into ice beads on my face immediately, so that when I was found, I might be ridiculed.

……

It is also because there is not even a gap in the clouds.It looked more like an unbroken sack than a net, and I was in the shadows under the sack, and I couldn't tell whether I was running for my life or looking for my own death.

... That's why I said that once some thoughts pop up, they can't be strangled.

I can't tell whether it's real or illusory. In short... it seems that someone tried to stop me, and found that I couldn't get a response at all (actually, I couldn't respond at that time, because I was not clear-headed. ) After that, he picked me up and went to a warm place.

Then the complete darkness enveloped me, I don't know if this is the night... But I think if this is the night, then the darkness is too vast and long, it is boundless, maybe even the light will be born in the heart despair.