It was sickening the way the blood would spew out of any wound inflicted by the large sword. It was sickening how many people would die by it, and it was sickening how those who didn't die immediately suffered a worse death brought on by the festering poison that lined the sword's blade.
It was disgusting how they always rose to try and attack the holder of the blade only to have their head cut off by the sharp tip. It was disgusting how the bodies would litter the forest floor leaving blood to seep out of them onto its green grass.
It was gross how the blood would stain the owner of the sword's clothes. It was gross how he was able to just shrug it off and move on to the next victim of his deadly sword.
It was repulsive and it haunts him every night when he goes to sleep. It was repulsive that he couldn't get rid of the guilt he felt every night when he went to bed or the fear he felt every day when he woke up.
It was revolting how his innocent blue eyes slowly became tinted with the red of the blood of those victims that he killed. It was revolting how his tanned skin became bruised and cut from him trying to get the blood off of him.
It was horrible to watch him slowly succumb to insanity brought on from the death of so many. It was horrible to watch him suddenly break down crying just from seeing the tiniest bit of blood from the smallest of cuts.
It was awful to know that he felt all the deaths deeply and yet he still went out to kill others in order to protect his beloved village. It was awful to know that they didn't care.
It was horrendous to see him with my sword sticking out of his gut keeping the damned Kyuubi from healing him and allowing him to die. It was horrendous to see him smile the first smile my Sharingan eyes had seen in so many years.
It was terrible to hear him thank me for killing him. It was terrible to see him happy in the last moments of his life because he would no longer have to kill for a village that didn't even respect him.
It was shocking how the village welcomed me as a hero for killing their sunshine. It was shocking how they asked me to be the next hokage because they wanted a hero who could protect them.
It was not sick when I killed the elders who asked me that. It was not disgusting when I killed my friends who had already forgotten him. It was not gross when I slaughtered the ANBU who tried to stop me. It was not repulsive when I went through the village killing as I went. It was not revolting when I cut down the children who played in the park. It was not horrible when I murdered all those who didn't honor his death. It was not awful when I stabbed the girl that he loved who wouldn't even look twice at him. It was not horrendous when I slayed his father figures who were too busy fucking each other to even think about going to his funeral. It was not terrible when I destroyed all of Konoha except for the mountain with the Hokage's faces. It was not a shock when I killed myself as I lay at his grave and waited to be taken to hell.
It was outrageous when I found myself floating above the clouds in heaven. It was outrageous when I noticed him waiting for me with his arms opened wide.
It was unbearable when he said, "Welcome home my love." It was unbearable that when I kissed him he kissed me back, and it was unbearable that I could be so happy after all the sins I had commited.