The premise unsettled the ambience in the room. The silence told enough, except for the quivering boy, watched by the Kazekage. She waited for him to speak, yet, the child could not raise his voice. He had lost it, except, the naïve one expressed it by slamming his hand on top of the Kage's desk. Papers flew around and about. His glare had intensified, but, she understood the turmoil he uncontrollably showed. Her lovely son was hurt, more so betrayed by his loved ones: the boy whom Kōsei views as his own blood and herself. She didn't question the child about his discoveries; the Kazekage could only confirm it. And, she knew, oh, she knew the consequences. Her innocent boy was devastated, broken, no longer smiling at her words. After all, his entire life was a mere dream to conceal the dark