Soo I made this chapter again. I'm a bit stuck with the story so I'm going to start rewriting the earlier chapters while trying to continue. Have fun reading!


"I always believed that we could do everything as long as we had those we loved beside us. I found courage in the strength a team could bring and whenever I messed up I trusted my friends to have my back. Working as a team is what keeps us shinobi alive. It's because of allies that the hidden leaf made it through the first, the second and the third shinobi world war. There was no reason for me to believe we couldn't make it through the fourth as well. It wasn't until one of my best friends died that I realized how wrong I was.

We were with thousands. Friends, loved ones, allies, there were even those that had called themselves our enemies only days ago. At first we kept those identities with us, but after awhile our individual pasts didn't seem to matter anymore. What village we came from, who we knew and who we hadn't seen before; it all seemed insignificant in the faces of our enemies. It was a time where we were no longer known as Suna, Iwa, Kumo, Kiri and Konoha, but as shinobi. We fought together, because for the first time in the shinobi world all the hidden villages had the same goal: to protect our homes, our families and our lifes from Madara Uchiha.

But no matter how strong we were, there was no way out. We'd been brought together by hope, only to be parted by death again. We fell one by one until only a handfull of us was left. By that point, our resolve had weakened to an almost nonexistant flame, but even so... we didn't give up. Even if we had, there would've been no home to return to. So we kept fighting and spend our remaining days protecting the injured. We believed that as long as we were alive, there would always be hope.

It wasn't long before I was the only hope left."