The crescent moon hung like a hook, casting a slanted gleam over the dim alleys of Konoha.
Amid intersecting shadows, two figures stood in silent confrontation. A night breeze swept through the courtyard, carrying a strange and eerie chill.
A man draped in a black cloak with red clouds stood alone in the dark, an orange vortex mask concealing most of his face while revealing only a single, deep, crimson eye.
Chapter 115