He stared.
And this wasn't his usual stare. Clouds hazed over the moon, and no stars shone through the grey sheet.
This time, out on the hills overlooking the country, he was looking.
But unlike others, he wasn't looking for revenge or love. But something. Atleast something...
"Is this all life is supposed to be? One big tragedy?"
His outburst echoed along the hills. Upon hearing this, nothing else meant more than getting inside. As any shinobi knew, evil can be stalking from anywhere.
It may be tragedy, but there is purpose. A home, a villiage, and a duty.
Sand blew from the hilltops, erasing and fading whatever footsteps he left behind
End
Please excuse my fucking emo shet, but something just HAD to be posted.
