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The crimson liquid had always dictated his life. When his eyes gained the blood red of his clan, his future had become set in stone. He had been trained to spill the sanguine life since before he could toddle; perhaps even before he had been born, after all, the blood of generations of powerful shinobi flowed through his veins. He had ordered men twice his age to paint the ground with the scarlet liquid. Why hadn't mattered, but now, as his own seeped into the parched earth below him-- he couldn't help but wonder how such a simple basic color could control so many lives, so easily.