Silhouette ➴『Obito Uchiha』[DISCONTINUED]

[7] │ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪ ғᴀʟʟ│

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He was a man of his word, a fierce warrior in the battlefield his bloodshot eyes intimidating anyone who dared look his way, he was merciless and vile, a wicked child since birth whom was held by a thin strand of sanity.

People told tales of him across nations, they spoke of his savage ways and the people whom he had brutally slayed. They saw him as a heartless bellowing beast who'd slaughter you without a care in the world.

Sometimes they'd mix up the truth and cook up a different anectode about the man. He was feared and everyone knew that if it ever came to the possibility of war they wouldn't stand a chance against him.

He was also loathed for his infamy and no one took a chance at giving the poor guy a second opportunity for emendations. But he didn't care at all, he saw people as weak small insects that could be crushed with the single flick of a finger.

But I know that deep inside he didn't want to do this.
Or.. at least I hope. Not everything people say is and entire deception, but they successfully hide most of the truth and manage to trick others into believing the great mess of corrupted lies.

They say his kinship is cursed and that anyone who shares the same bloodline will fall into the same cycle of hatred and madness, but I know that is not the truth. I know him more than anyone, he's lost a great deal of things in the past and now he stands alone.

It's a funny thing, you know? How we went from skipping pebbles in the river bank to fighting savagely in a bloody battlefield. I still remember the day he lost his last hope.

I remember how he held his brother in his arms, the life gradually leaving his wounded body his eyes closing slowly and finally- quietude.

I wish we had not come to this, but what's done can never be undone. Our actions and decisions have been marked down as if it were a history book and years from now the young generations will see just how ferocious our times were.

I hope that a couple years from now, when our fellow comrades and peers includind myself rest underground the fears of war and tragedy are soon long forgotten. I hope that the young children can play safely and that they grow up in a safe place which they can call home, but I know that is too much to ask looking at my current standing.

Our nation feels like a paper boat in open seas at our contemporary condition. we don't know what will just happen after today. Anyone could rebel and lead another war into our doors; even the people whom we trust the most could be the enemy. But as far as we know it has not come to that, at least not yet.

After the events that took place today some people will rest happily after so many years of living in utter terror, others will continue to theorize the cause of it and where the root of the problem originated at.. but that is a foolish quest to embark in at this very point in our timeline.

Today, I committed a horrendous act.

I took a life.

I don't expect to be treated with respect for what I did and I surely do not find it pleasing. Today, I said goodbye to a comrade, a friend, a beloved childhood companion. This deed which I have committed will haunt me for the rest of my life but I did what had to be done, I acted in behalf of our people, our family. I acted to protect them and ensure a safe future but it all came at a great cost.

I hope that in another life we can live happily without having to witness constant massacres and losing the people whom we love. I hope that in another life we can all celebrate together as a big happy family, I hope that we can go back to our simple but meaningful ways, I hope that we can once again as childhood friends skip pebbles in the river bank.