From the moment we are born, we move slowly towards our death. Every ticking second brings you closer towards your timely end; each minute we are dying. It's a fact you're told from the moment you enter the Academy, even earlier if your parents inherit the old ways. By the time you're twelve, you're expected to be able to kill a man without any form of remorse.
Everyone dies, some earlier than others. Some go gruesomely, others peacefully.
Everyone dies.
Yet the sting of a lost life takes decades to pass. The moment you find out of a death, time slows. Your heart screams. Everything is lost.
But everyone dies. We've been trained not to show emotions, been told never to show weakness at the loss of someone dear.
We're ninja; we can't be weak. Many lives depend on us, on our strength, our ability to brush off the ideas of life and death with the blink of an eye.
So why is it that I can't get over this pain...?
