Blood splattered on his face and marble eyes stared at him. Time seemed to stop as they stood on the air, his hand sticking in the dead mans stomach. Blood and guts painted the battlefield and the Stench of death was everywhere. He heard a scream and a woman running towards the body that lay on the floor. He watched as the girl tried to bandage the wound and keep him alive. Then she glared at him. He would never forget that glare. It was worse than the ones he got from villagers. This time he deserved it. The woman started attacking and he had to focus.
The war had ended. Konoha had won. But he wasn't happy. He didn't think he could be happy ever again. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see that glare, and he wondered. What about the others. How many precious people did they have. How many people did he take away from loved ones. How many people hated him like that woman.
Soon enough people noticed that he wasn't wearing his smile anymore. That he wasn't as cheerful and carefree as before. People started to worry. They came to see him. Every one of them. But they still didn't help. How could they? That women is crushed and they tell me to just get over it? They don't understand.
But Hinata did. She told me that she knew what it was like. The horror of killing. She told me that she had found something worth killing for and that she would kill anything for it. She told me to think of everything that was precious to me. Everything that mattered more than anything else. Was that worth it?
After that talk I had gotten better. I went out on missions and returned to my usual self. 10 years after that talk I had found more things that are worth killing for. My best friends Sasuke and Sakura, my sensai's Iruka and Kakashi and most of all my family, the twin sisters Mika and Rika and last but not least, the person who helped him the most, Hinata.
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