In the evening, on the battlefield covered with blood and corpses of Date and Takeda soldiers. There was the body of a skilled man who had not yet breathed his last breath, lying among the corpses. Even though he had not yet breathed his last breath, this body was seriously injured. Don't say you don't have the strength to walk, just open your eyes and you won't forget. As consciousness fades He could feel the water droplets.

'What...rain?...no...this......' as he thought.

"Oh...Katakura-sama...ya....don't die...I...please...please...please don't die." His voice was sweet, expressing the thinness of his face. Painted on it Sobbing through tears

'Ah...this voice is...Lord Sarutobi...' Kojudro thought.

"Wh...Lord Katakura," the sweet voice continued to call.

'Lord Sarutobi...I'm sorry...that I can't be with you anymore' Kojuro wanted to say these words but couldn't. Kojuro used his last strength to speak.

"Sir...Sarutobi..." Sasuke looked up at the tall figure, tears streaming down both of Sasuke's cheeks.

"...Sir...Sarutobi.....I...love...you...please." After the tall figure finished speaking, he immediately lost his breath.

"Sir...sama Kata...kura...ka...I...love you...too....please." Sasuke's thin body said through tears in a soft voice. Trembling................................................ ...........................................