Sasuke Retsuden: The Legend Of The Celestial Sphere (Full Story)

Prologue

He couldn't sleep.

The man pressed his thin body against the cold sheets. The breath in the room is white and and I can't stop the trembling of my body when I wrap my blanket that is not covered in cotton around my body. I wonder if it will be about half a month now with the roasted futon of the sweet and persimmon on the bad. Aza [?] increases the body every time I go to bed, so I don't feel like I'm taking a break. If I could sleep at least in a place where the wind doesn't blow through, it will be a little better. With a feeling of disgust, he opened his eyes and stared into the dark room.

In a room as small as six tatami mats, four adults sleep. In this place where the annuals say things, it's natural that the coldest place is given to newcomers, without objection. I turn over the floor just as hard and I let a groan escape from my mouth

" Shit, why am I so blind to this? "

Until just six months ago, the man was in a prison in the Capital of the Great Buddha Country. Even without  freedom the minimum living was guaranteed, and it was much safer and more comfortable than here.

When I finished my term, I was wondering if I would go back with a proper crime again. However, one day I was transferred out of nowhere. It was only heard that they would be engaged in fatiguing labour work in cold mountains. Because it is manual labour, it can only done by young a health prisoner.

Tatar Institute of Astronomy, it seems to be historical research facility derived from the astronomer who survived at the  same period as Rikudo Sennin, but that doesn't matter. The problem is that the research institute is so cold that it can be below freezing even in early spring.

And there was no rest in Roku from morning to night in the environment that the domestic animals was better even if it thought how the meal, clothes, and the room provided, and it was to have been made to dig cold soil singled-mindedly. Under these circumstances, the livestock were doing better than us.

" Why am I.. under circumstances like these.. "

I bite my teeth and tightly grip my futon. Fatiguing my work, every day and every night.

The nail which is dirty with the soils bites into the palm of the hand which was completely peeled by the work of every day. The man's crime was family murder. Three years ago, on the winter day, I broke into a house for something to eat and casually stole all the money they had.

When I left the young couple and two children who were at home, I had them tied up with a rope and ran way. It seems that everyone had frozen and were dying for two days without being noticed by anyone. Because of that, that's how I played a role killing four people, so it is a bad thing. It was an accident, there was no killing intention there. Most of the time, there was nothing to eat, so I stole from someone's else house, so it's almost like a legal defence. I wonder why I should get this in my way? Dissatisfaction soaks into the chest like water. It's already the limit.

The man made up his mind.

" The lives of the prisoners are controlled by the sound of (dotaku) bell."

I was exhausted when the dull sound of the time to get up rings, the exhausted prisoners begin to get up like zombies. If you oversleep, you'll be mercilessly fed by the guards who keep an eye on them. So they're all right in time.

I went out of the room yawning and an eat twice a day. And I thought..

" I'll just eat pig or whatever kind suspicious meat they offer."

Standing in a line extending the length of the dining room, he took on deep breath and suppressed his feelings.

Contrary to the weight of his sleepy body, his nerves are clear and were excited. Even if some guy were to decide to enter from the side of the line and step his foot in the process, he would not care this morning. Even if the man behind him vomited in almost the immediate vicinity of his ear.

" I'm leaving here today. We're out of here. "

After receiving his breakfast, the man looked around the hall, which was packed with prisoners. If you're going to scape regardless, talk to that guy who wants to invite you. The guy I was looking for was sitting in his usual seat by the window. Inmate number 487. Sasuke. What's unusual is his appearance, rather than his name. He's got unmistakable black hair and eyes. His face chiseled and thin, and his nose stands out from the beauty of his side-profile. His face is unforgettable, it'd be a masterpiece at any single angle you look at him. Up close you will be suspicious that you are the same creature as him.

It's bothering that he is unfriendly and always look like a cat, but it's also a bother because he is so strong that no one can take him out with just their hands. The warning emitted from Sasuke's mouth was very simple.

" Don't get in my way. "

For most prisoners, Sasuke is hard to wrap your head around.

Chapter 1 (Next Week)