Well...I did not expect it to be like that. Sure, no one knows what greets them when they die, but this was quite...strange.
My life didn´t flash in front of my inner eye, and I am pretty sure I have a few regrets. There are still so many things that I want to do.
But right now...it seems so unimportant. Maybe because my brain accepted the fact that I am going to die is the reason why I feel so calm.
Like nothing matters anymore. So...numb. Although it is very loud around me, I can barely hear anything. There is the familiar clang of metal against metal, and the continuous shouting of my allies and enemys alike. But I couldn´t bring myself to care. I was going to die after all. Why should I? Maybe I should care, loyalty to your village and all that stuff. Dying for your village is an honour.
Still don´t care. Still going to die.
My Vision slowly fades, and the last thing I could make out is a lightning based justsu frying the guy that threw a kunai in my heart.
I may be dying, and I still didn´t care, but I could´t surpress that small feeling of statisfaction.
My last thought, before my soul got dragged to hell was:
I shouldn´t have become a ninja afterall.