p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"I walked into the room surrounded with young children. The community had given so much so I had come to this school in a remote area to tell the children of my adventures. As I sat down a small child probably 1 year's old came up to me and jumped in my lap and from his pockets before I could react he pulled out a blade. I heaved as the blade went throw my chest and thought how, how could I die, in a small school in the middle of nowhere. How could a small child only too young to talk stab me? How could I now be lying on the floor blood pouring form me? How could the mighty Naruto die and I asked these questions as my life drained out of me and span style="text-decoration: underline;"emstrongI closed my eyes for the last time./strong/em/span /span/p