Smile and they'll never see,

Smile and try not to flee,

The few that stay to help you through,

Those few might be the world to you,

But it's the masses that won't agree,

The violent masses that WILL NOT SEE,

Adoration? You need it not,

Hero Worship? Your skills might rot!

Acceptance, this is all you crave

No!

I think this game is through,

The ones I loved, the ones who cared,

The only ones who ever dared,

You thought to hurt me more and more,

And found the way deep to my core,

Killing them, It crossed a line,

The demon you thought me to be,

Today you learn not all is as it seems,

Good and Evil,

Heroes,

Monsters,

Today?

You and I?

We KNOW the difference!

"None were there to see the day Konoha went up in flames personally, But the repercussions were felt for a millennium afterward."

A sigh

A yell

A single scream

Followed by darkness

Followed by Silence

A Million Flames . . . Or Was It One?

Snuffed out all at once?

Or blinded by no one?

The Truth? Few humans died that day.

A forest of monsters had passed away.

"The forest is now a unique place on earth. Nothing but the trees exists there, Covered in mist and a sense of dread. Topography shows that the entire forest is on a tilt towards a definite center point anchored in the very center of what once was Konoha. Through sophisticated mappings of the area we find a stone relief covered by the trees, showing only one face with distinct facial markings that almost seem to be whiskers. How odd."

Excerpts are from Shinja Ikototsu's History of the Ninja, Section 5 of Konoha