Konoha seemed so beautiful in that one instant, so much more beautiful then she ever remembered it. Even though her ears were ringing with the screams of her comrades, she was smiling.
Her eyes opened wide, any onlooker would have thought she was crazed, and in a serious way she was. However, she knew that no one was paying any attention to her.
Well maybe one person.
Below her, on the luscious land that was lighted pink with the setting sun, her father stood. His hair was tangled; his formal robes were torn and dirtied with blood and grime.
Up until this moment Hinata had been fighting along side her strong clan against an unidentified force of ninja who infiltrated their quiet Konoha village in broad daylight.
She had been excited the moment the first battle cry rang out. Hinata had never been included in any of the large scale battles, either she was previously injured or too young.
She took down her opponents, at first with some trouble. She had watched around her as some of her clan mates were unleashing the Hyuuga power, defeating the enemies easily.
Hinata was hit was a powerful sensation of understanding, it was okay to kill.
She would kill to protect, if not for the village then for her own protection.
Her opponent shuddered and hurled up blood as she slapped her chakra intense hand against his chest. The blood of her enemy dripped from her face and clothes, she didn't notice but she started smiling. Hinata became faster, she forced her body to become fluid, dodging in and out, and attacking vitals with a new found ease.
She felt no guilt.
She wasn't aware of how she had gotten this far away from everyone else, but now she stood on top of the tall peak in front of the Hokage monumental mountains.
She thought it was a shame that she had already taken out all of the enemies up here.
She looked down at the dead bodies; mostly the blood came from their mouths and sometimes even their eyes. But some, the ones that gave her the most trouble, were leaking blood from the intense fractures she gave them before killing them off.
It was this moment that she looked towards the horizon, listening to the screams and intense battles that were occurring elsewhere throughout her usually peaceful town.
Hinata smiled at the sun setting, breathing in the fresh breeze which glided past her face brushing her bangs into fluffy knots.
She felt at peace with herself, a feeling that she never really had.
During her childhood, she was always inadequate. Everyone was stronger than her and she had no purpose, she couldn't even cook that well. Absolutely no one wanted her.
But now, after killing off...there were too many to count...after killing many men, she felt satisfied. Hinata knew that it should be wrong to feel this way, but in another aspect she wondered if this was what she was missing out on all those years previous.
An angered scream, someones last breath, belted out and ran by her just as the wind had.
Konoha was beautiful.