It only ever causes mass destruction and pain. Flames crackled and spat burning the grass and trees of the battle field, the air was thick with the smell of blood and smoldering woodland.
Many casualties lay on the clearing floor from both sides of the fight, the medics were frantically running about trying to save anyone who was clinging onto life.
Not too far away the two leaders stood, facing eachother panting and glaring. Uchiha Madara from the Uchiha Clan.
Senju Hashirama from the Senju Clan.
They weren't going to back down anytime soon, so they would have to force eachother to retreat. Seconds went by like minutes, it seemed to take forever for someone to move. Madara attacked first, Hashirama dashed into the forest to continue their battle.
Neither clan won nor lost, the wars had only cost death, fear, lies and hatred.
The skys had grown grey, as if the world above was morning for the loss of the Uchiha and Senju clan warriors. Already the medics and able ninja were gathering the bodies of their fallen comrades. Everyone on both sides were beginning to get tired constantly fighting was wearing them down, too many people were dying for a lost cause.
A red pen tapped against a notepad, the writer was taking notes from his class, the teacher droned on and on, he was even saying the same thing half a dozen times. Uchiha Tenchi glanced at his bandaged arm and then shot up as the bell rang, finally he could go home. As he walked down the gloomy corridors a thought went through his mind, Was it true what the Uchiha said about the Senju? Were they hiding in all the forests waiting for a younger Uchiha to wander out alone? Did they really torture Uchiha women? Tenchi shook his head and walked on past the houses and tall bulidings it had began to rain, little drops at first, now the rain was pounding down forcing the Uchiha to run, he didn't want to he was too tired.
Tenchi was a small young man, with mid back lenth navy hair. He had ivory white skin and angled eyes that were black, all traits of the Uchiha Clan. Tenchi looked alot like his father, his hairstyle was different though.
He ran inside his house and smiled widely, he could smell his mother's cooking, it was always tasty.
Jane popped her head through the door "You're home a little late, Tenchi dear,"
He nodded "Forgive me.."
Jane smiled and gave her son a bowl, filled with soup.
Tenchi smiled greatfully and began to eat, taking his mind off of the warring clans.