Story not mine! I wanted to read the novel but reading it in PDF file is hard so i wanted to put story here for easy reading. Enjoy Credits to the rightful owner:kishimoto-sensei and Esaka-sensei❤️ 6 NARUTO - SASUKE RETSUDEN: LEGEND OF THE CELESTIAL SPHERE He couldn't sleep. The man pressed his tin body against the cold sheets. The breath in the room is white 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 in 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 a historical research facility derived from the astronomer, Janmar￾Tatar, a legendary astronomer who survived the same

DISCLAIMER THIS STORY IS NOT MINE! He could not sleep. The man pressed his thin body against the cold sheets. The breath in the room is white, and he couldn't stop the trembling of his body when he wrapped my blanket that wasn't even cotton around his body. Sleeping on a futon made of sweat and in dirty sleeping clothes, had it already been half a month of this? I don't feel like I'm taking a rest when I sleep, because of the bruises I get every time I go to bed. If I could sleep at least in a place where the wind didn't't blow through the gaps in the walls, it would be a little better. With a feeling of disgust, he opened his eyes and stared into the dark room.