He was born in the family of a magician held in the courtyard and trained as a magician since childhood.
He was blessed with unplugged talent, but late, from the adults around him - expected from a clan of magicians.
But because of this, my brothers, cousins, and other fellow magician candidates, in contrast, became cold. It was used as a stepping stone for his growth.
He was the only one who got lonely when he said he was originally close to his peers.
The worst part was trying surgery with my peers. They started to fight me when they said they could kill him for real, that he was going to kill him, etc., but he didn't kill him as one. I couldn't kill him. And that's what the teachers didn't care about.
"If you don't kill him, he'll kill you, won't he?
Striking him hard, the instructor tells him in a cold voice.
"Okay? Every man in this world lives according to the law and reason of the world. It is unacceptable to defy the law and reason of the world. You obey, too. You can't change the law and reason of the world."
The instructor said so every time something happened. He did not want to believe, and could not believe, that such irrationality was reason in the law of the world, etc. But all the students seemed to accept the words of the instructor.
And one day, at last, he killed his contemporaries.
The other fellow students - those who once had bitterness and played innocently with each other - said they were serious about killing him, sending him a cold gaze as if to see a monster.
And that night, a parent of his contemporaries, killed by him, came to kill him.
If he killed the man back as a murderer, he was found guilty.
To much unreasonableness he came to a limit. If this is the law of the world, and the reason of the world, then I will not obey them in any way. If you don't kill me, I'll kill you and make you eat everything. He swore so, and went around killing the sorcerers of the same gate from one end to the other, and drove the clan to destruction.
"If the law and reason matter, you follow the law and reason of hell and continue to suffer. You filthy bastard."
At the end of the day he finished the clan lord, so he threw up, and he went out into the field with plenty of indigestible anger and hatred.
That warlord who took away all of his tiredness and humiliated his tiredness every night.
Every time I remember, and every time I dream about it, fear runs through my tired whole body.
That warlord appeared that night, who remembered his name differently, spreading an ugly, favorite grin, and covering him with tiredness.
But tiredness isn't what it once was. Swing the sword and respond. Past and present are mixed around here. Tired himself is growing from the past, so he has the strength to resist.
The warlord's ugly face was mutilated into vertical letters. But the warlord laughed with his cut face sprinkled with blood.
Tired still waves his sword, and when he severs the warlord's neck, he kicks his torso.
"To hell...... go to hell!
Conveniently, behind the warlord was a cliff. Bottom of Naruto - Warlords fall into the darkness.
As tired peered under the cliff, I saw hell. The sight of the ghosts of hell torturing the warlords and their soldiers jumped into view.
I was relieved to see that, and then I grinned brutally.
But the next moment, the warlord, who was gasping for pain, laughed again.
Warlord's face spreads enormously, swells up, and jumps from the bottom of Naruto with tremendous momentum.
Look at that. Tired gets too stiff of fear.
"Come here, too. It's fun. Wow."
A warlord, who had become a monster and had risen from hell, stretched out his great tongue and tangled his tired body. And we're both going straight to hell.
"You killed scattered people, too, didn't you? Going to hell is definite. I'll make you look lovely in hell with a bunch of wasps and ghosts. Ha ha ha, happy ~? Let's keep offending you in hell forever and ever. Wow. Yo lol ko be ~"
My tongue is wrapped around my tired body, but for some reason I can talk to you, Warlord. I was confused by that fact, and I realized that this was a dream.
"Hey tired, what's up? Hey......"
Tired woke up listening to the gentle call of your head.
It's still dark. It's like midnight. I feel sorry to learn that I have also woken up the head I slept with because of what I did.
Relieved tiredness clings to your head. Your head embraces tiredness and strokes your head.
"You seemed to have a bad dream. It's a hell of a lot of sleep."
I'm tired of listening to your dialogue and embarrassing you.
"That's pathetic..."
"That's what happened. Hey. No, even if it's pathetic, it's okay. You don't have to pity me. Wouldn't every human have a weak part? Assuming there's no such thing as a weak guy, I don't want to be near him."
Depressing tiredness, your head speaks up and encourages.
"It's hard to break your heart. I held a grudge against this wounded world, and by doing all three evil deeds, I was distracting myself from the pain of a wound engraved deep in my heart. But the wound stays all the time. The wound engraved in my heart hurts with some kind of detachment. It hurts. It makes me suffer. I wonder if this guy's gonna last till he dies."
Speaking, your head was remembering his bitter memories.
I'm tired of hearing your head talk. You also have a scratch on your head. That's why I'm saying this. I don't know what your headaches and pain are, but I was wondering if you would heal and comfort your head with your presence. No, I'm dying to be.
And he put it to his mouth, and was tired, but his head continued to speak first.
"Be honest. I look at you at first sight... okay. I just did. Woohoo, he's the same guy as me... He's lost everything and he's desperate for the world."
Tired indeed felt the strength and heat in the hand of his head, which held him.
"Hey...... I'm tired. Floating is hard, but it's not just hard. Like I said before, I don't know how much time I spend with you like this, but I do feel happy. Just because you're right next to me will heal your soul."
For the first time, my heart is revealed, and my chest and my eyes are hot.
I didn't even have to say that I wanted to be healed by your head. I didn't even have to insist. Tired never forgot the joy of the day for hundreds of years.