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As she cleaned her kunai, she couldn't help but think of what Itachi had said to her. She was not meant for the world of ninjas. Her hands were too soft, her eyes were too pure, and she was too kind. She was not meant to be a killer.

Kagome drove her kunai into a man's skull with a flick of her wrist.

But she was.

There was no feeling of remorse. No sadness. There was nothing. She had pledged her loyalty to Konoha, just like him. Her village and her family meant everything, just like him. Kagome preferred peace and she did not enjoy killing, just like him.

Hearing an explosion off in the distance, she left behind the weapon and headed towards her team.

She was an ANBU as much as he was.

But she was not him.

When they returned home, she would weep in silence for the parents, the children, and the siblings. Then, she would pray for their souls to find guidance in the afterlife because it was the only thing she knew she could do.


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