The second war had broken out. Her grandson was grown, and there was nothing left in Konoha for Kyodai. Hashirama's grandchildren were fine. Mito was fine. For now. Kyodai couldn't bring herself to care about their wellbeings. She felt like she had lived three lifetimes, each vastly more drab and bleak than the last. Tomorrow Kyodai would go to battle, and she hoped it was her last. No, she wasn't going to retire. Kyodai wanted to see her family again. Her sons, her brothers, and her father. Her mother, too. Konoha was a fine village, and it would last and prosper without her. Madara's dream would be okay without her.
In a pool of red liquids, Kyodai's body rots, left behind in the horrors of war. She is happy and she is free. The Shinobi world is capable and brutal. History repeats itself, but life goes on. Generations after generations are born and die. They all pass down their heritage. In Konoha, a fire burns deep within her people, waiting to catch on the wind to inspire others. And so it does.
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Uchiha Kyodai
General FictionKyodai's life as a female Uchiha during the Warring Clans Era, how she deals with the truths of life, and how she gains peace through the founding of Konohagakure no Sato, the first shinobi village (or so history books say). Mostly in chronological...
