Spiritual World, Ōnoki’s Back

Drip... drip... Like the sound of water droplets falling, a sound that should have been insignificant now seemed exceptionally heavy. "Gasp!" The blue-haired Takigakure Ninja suddenly sucked in a breath. When he opened his eyes, he saw only darkness, while the memories buried deep within his soul were a chaotic blur. Who am I? Where is this? Hell? Why am I here? Am I dead? He tried to remember, but it was like clutching a handful of fine sand.