I scrambled around, trying to bunch all of the sheets when suddenly, the door flung open and Oneka-senpai was standing at the door looking at me, shirtless, with blood colored sheets. Her eyes widened.
He had gone to the nearest town sometimes. His facial features have changed so he was unrecognizable, but he could not use Sharingan as it would bring a lot of attention. He had longed for family and freedom in last life as former was not possible for now. He decided to travel.
Good premise for a story. OP does his homework, this much is obvious.That being said, this story is in need of context. I feel like I get 60% of the story... I want the other 40% that is trapped in OPs head.