Uzumaki Naruto had been unable to eat or sleep well for quite some time now.
He had been having nightmares lately.
In his dreams, he saw his good friend, Uchiha Yuka, die right before his eyes. That cold, gleaming katana flashed brilliantly in the moonlight. The wielder brought the blade down in one swift motion, and blood blossomed across Yuka's chest. The blood was warm—scalding, even—and it splattered drop by drop onto his face, staining those beautiful blue eyes of his—the ones Yuka always said looked so nice—dyeing his entire world crimson.
Chapter 99