220. Dying
They have been fighting for so long. They can't tell who is winning or who is losing because each side loses the same amount everyday. Everyday they watch their friends die around them. Everyday they lose another part of themselves. There is are part of them that welcomes this. Each new death makes them a little more numb to the next one.
They are losing themselves in the fighting and the death and the pain, pain, pain. So much pain. Their hearts become harder, their bodies more scarred, and another piece of their souls die. There is a part of them that wishes they would be the next to fall in battle.
What are they fighting for anyway? The village they once fought to protect no longer exists. What was once peaceful is now war-torn. Most of the population, what is left of the population anyway, lives in makeshift shelters. The rest either are to busy just trying to stay alive to keep their homes form falling in disrepair, or sleep out in the street. The Will of Fire has been all but snuffed out.
The village is dying. An empty husk of what it once was. The people are just trying to survive because there is nothing else for them and because they are too afraid to die. They know that it's hopeless, that one day there will be no one left. But they are ninja of Kohana, and they will keep fighting until there is no longer a Kohana.
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