Disclaimer: Naruto—not mine!
The Way of the
Shinobi
Eerily quiet, all sound lost. Perhaps all but the dripping…
Blood.
What do you see? Metal? The icy glaze of a carefully sharpened kunai—ready to kill. Death? The final shriek of a warrior stained in pride, but also shame. Fear? In those strong enough to attack, though not to protect. Is that what you see? Maybe it's…
Victory? To finally cheer, yell in joy, not horror. To know the sacrifices and the prolonged battle cries were not for nothing. That countless hours of planning complex strategies—only to be lost in a few minutes worth of bloodshed—did not come to defeat. The tears of happiness; shed at the thought of seeing those faces again. To them, after the long days filled with hate, it seemed like a mere dream—the warmth, and the love of 'home'. For them, victory is it. Finally, with a simple task accomplished, they could go home.
They will leave the wounded with no worth behind, coldly forgetting, with a wave of a hand, those that shared each muddy meal and each uncomfortable night. They were comrades in name, but known only as competitors at heart. Competing and fighting—for status, recognition, and money. For power.
Why is it that everything leads to it? Desire for Power. War for Power.
No one wonders though; it's not their Duty. They simply fight, with a stab of a kunai and a fling of a shuriken. That's their Duty. Do as they are told. Following orders, is that what life has come to? Blood of the enemy is all they live for. They are only tools. They know it. And they're okay with it.
It's their way of life, different from ours. It's the way of the Shinobi.
The Shinobi who see victory in blood.