I was the most trusted ninja in my clan.
My name was known all over the world as the "Scythe Killer."
Yeah, honestly… I really wanted to change my dark life.
But what could I do? I was just a tool, following orders from above.
I always completed every mission with my favorite weapon — my scythe.
But then came that day.
I was on a mission — a critical one — to cut off the head of the enemy clan's leader, our sworn enemy.
I'd already snuck in, just waiting for the perfect moment to end him.
And then suddenly… everything went black.
I didn't understand why.
I didn't feel any pain. No wound.
Even though I was sure… I just saw an arrow flying right at me.
So why? Why didn't I feel anything?
Was I captured?
No.
If I was captured, I'd at least still feel my body, right?
But right now… I couldn't move at all.
Was I dead?
That thought kept echoing in my head.
How long have I been here?
How many hours?
How many days?
How many months?
No answers. Just endless darkness.
I started to accept it. I think I really died.
sigh… I still wanted to live.
And if I could, I wished I could be reincarnated like in fairy tales…
To change this messed up life of mine.
And just when I gave up —
No second chances, no rebirth…
I saw something.
Light.
In the middle of the pitch-black void, a small light started to shine.
And from within that light… a hand appeared.
That hand… it was reaching toward me.
What the hell is that??
I didn't get it. But for some reason, I felt like I had to go toward it.
I couldn't resist. I just moved closer to the light…
And slowly, I started losing parts of my memory. I was confused.
And when I came to—
I was… a baby?!!