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A great shinobi always triumphs over the weak. To be a great shinobi, one must be a master of all jutsu. That was what I was taught, and I had believed it for those long years. Too many times he had reminded me that I was on my way to greatness as my power increased with each new jutsu I obtained and each opponent I defeated. He had told me that passing on his nindo to me made his life meaningful. He said I was his reason to live. I believed him, hung on to his every word with trust. I did not want to disappoint him. And therefore, he became my reason to live.
A smart shinobi is never caught in another's tricks. This he also taught me. I had thought that this general rule was so obvious. Indeed, I had not fallen into an enemy's genjutsu or trap most of the time. Even when I was careless, I was able to use it to my advantage and turn it against my opponent.
No. I was not a smart shinobi. I thought I was able to see through genjutsu. Of course, he had given me rigorous training and I had learned to dispel genjutsu well.
But I had lived those long years in the ultimate genjutsu. He had manipulated me to no end. I had only noticed at the last second. Any later and I would have been dead. Or forever trapped in his subconscious.
I doubt any victim of his infamous Fushi Tensei no Jutsu is in any condition to tell me how being possessed feels. All I know is that it is worse than being dead. I had heard from Kabuto that the soul of each target lingers on together in his mind, neither alive nor dead. What a horrible way to exist, an existence without purpose.
Is that what I am now? A meaningless breathing, pulsing shell? Slumped against this tree, I was at the stage between life and death. I felt the life seeping out of me as blood. This was the second reason I was not a smart shinobi.
Even though I had escaped from Otogakure months ago, I was well aware that I was in no mental condition to pick a fight, especially with the man my former sensei had lost a hand to, but I was in a crazed state. Since I had lost my purpose to live, I had to prove to myself of my existence. I had to know of my own strength and if I could still follow my nindo.
What was my nindo? Was what he taught me a lie too? I did not know anymore. My vision was blurring. It was then that I gave up everything that I had lived for.
(Note)
Fushi Tensei no Jutsu: Living Corpse Reincarnation Technique or Immortality Technique
-kun: Japanese honorific used (in this case) by a female when addressing a male that she is emotionally attached to or has known for a long period of time
Otogakure: Hidden Sound Village located in the Rice Field Country, which borders the Fire Country