As I watch how the villagers treat my son, I feel anger deep inside. I gave my life to save these people and this is how they repay me. They treat my legacy as a scapegoat, as a punching bag. They belittle him; sell him rotten or spoiled food. They deny him entry to their stores. They sell him poor or inferior supplies. Force him into clothing that is inappropriate for a shinobi to wear. They glare at him, spit at him, throw rocks at him; empty sake bottles hit him as he walks the streets. They vandalise his home. They refuse him water and heating.
As I watch these civilians I died for, do their very best to destroy the most pure thing I ever created, I wish I have chosen to flee instead of fight. I wish they were all dead.
As I watch, the civilian and orphan raised shinobi treat my son in the same manner as the civilians, I feel my blood boil. They should know better. They should understand the way my seals work. They should know the difference between a scroll and a kunai. They should know he is not a monster or the demon. But if they do not stop then he will become exactly what they claim he is. One can only take so much hatred before they break.
As I watch, I wish them all a long suffering death.
As I watch, the clan shinobi and shinobi families all treat him with indifference. They ignore his existence. They ignore his treatment; pretend they do not see how he is treated. As I watch, contempt for them grows within me.
How can they all treat my sacrifice so?
As I watch those I called my friends, those I considered my closest allies, those I celebrated my appointment to Hokage with, those who we all planned to have children the same age, those who are my fellow clan heads who swore to aid and follow my dream, those who swore to defend me and aid me, as I watch they all turn a blind eye to my sons suffering. They turn a blind eye as his heritage it stolen right out from under him.
As I watch, I can't help but wonder if they ever think about what I would do if the roles were reversed? Do they truly believe that I would ever do as they do? As I watch, I wonder how I could have ever been so blind.
As I watch, my old sensei traipses around the world peeping on women and writing his horrible books, I feel disgust filling me. How dare he be happy and having fun while my son, his godson, suffers so. There is no excuse for his actions.
As I watch, Danzo schemes to turn my son into a weapon. I should have had that man put down when I had a chance.
As I watch, my son call the Sandaime, 'Jiji', I feel hatred overwhelm me. Here is someone who has the power to see to it my son lives the life he should, to see it do it that my final wishes were carried out and instead he does nothing but allow the hatred and mistreatment to continue all while having my son treat his as a god! He lets them all run all over him and treat my son like dirt all because it's easier than enforcing the laws and making them obey. He's grown weak and foolish. His famed 'will of fire' is no more. As I watch, I wish I had allowed him to do the sealing.
As I watch, it is obvious he has forgotten what it means to be a kage. A kage does not ask, he does not request. A kage is a dictator; he demands; they obey or they die. Simple. If he would only enforce the laws, act as a kage should he could solve all his problems and my sons problems. Yet he does not. He stays meek. He allows the civilian council to run circles around him. He should disband them. They have long since overstepped their bounds.
As I watch, my son is beaten and left for dead once again. As I watch, I wish he could hear me, could see me, I wish I could let him know how much I love him.
As I watch, I weep. I weep for him and for me, for I am doomed to watch and never act.
