The end is just a new beginning.
It hurt. The pain he feels at the destruction around him tears at his heart. Once lush green earth ripped to shreds. Now crumbling dirt stained with death. The cold lifeless bodies of his friends and comrades forming an endless graveyard. They had fought, so hard. But in the end it didn’t matter. He was the only one left. Other than the one who took their lives right in front of him. Madara Uchiha. The name of a man long thought dead, yet so despised. Madara Uchiha, a man so cruel, he didn’t even blink when he destroyed the world. He should be filled with righteous angry, but he isn’t. All he feels is a bone deep tiredness. Seeping deep into his mind. Having nothing left he takes the Kusanagi, the sword having once belonged to his best friend, and raises it one last time. Even as Madara’s gloating words tear in to his heart, he tightens his resolve. One last battle, then he will join them. In peace.
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