It had been raining for days now, the forest looked gloomy through the fog and rain, but it matched the mood of the young man who was standing on a hill behind his little hut. His head was bowed, his expression blank, he watched the drops fall slowly onto the earth. He had deliberately buried his grandfather on this hill, it had been his master's favorite place, they often sat together here and talked about everything, he learned a lot of lessons here.
His grandfather had looked after him since his parents died, he adored him very much, he wanted to be like him in everything, but he knew that he had not, since the day his mentor and only friend died would be like that.

He turned around, lifted his head and suddenly there was a twinkle in his eyes, the hatred they reflected was clearly visible. He will find him, the murderer of his mentor, and then he would have to suffer just as much as he did if he took someone away from him who was important to him.
Without turning around he stepped forward, his hand firmly around the handle of his katana, which his grandfather once gave him and taught him how to use it, he left the place where he had experienced so much joy, those times were now over. As he walked through the thick fog, he put away all his feelings and memories.

The rain was still pouring down on him incessantly as he walked through the wall of fog, but something stopped him, for a moment he felt a hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, there was no turning back, the orange-haired one opened his eyes in a flash, the murderer's face was reflected in them and in his eyes the cursed legacy of hell.
Now there was only one goal, one mission, revenge on the Uchiha and by all means.