To die in a cell, confined inside a cave, starving to death as an unknown illness slowly eats away your flesh. A young soul knew this was happening, it was destiny.
What did he do wrong ?
Because he didn't argue when they told him to fight ?
Because he didn't put a stop to his clan's barbaric ways ?
Because he helped them with their rampages; killing many others ?
Did he deserve this ? He thought so, In exchange for all the grave sins he had done, the slaughtering, the killing, he will pay it back with his own flesh.
He was saved, not having to fight for his clanmates no more. But it was too late, he was brainwashed, his freedom he once dreamed for… slipped out of his hands,
During the retrieval of the next and right vessel, the teen had truly died. His body was engraved in one of his many bones, dug into sand of the enemy.
A white haired boy trudged through the rain, wearing a white loose long sleeve clothing, his skin was shown, but only enough to see his curse mark. A purple stash was tied around his waist, a tiny symbol of his fallen clan was imprinted.
His chakra and kekkei genkai ( ? ) haven't yet disappeared, his curse mark no longer seems to chain him down, but a power source instead. By taking a bit of chakra everyday, it is stored inside the mark until it is unleashed, just like 100 healings Tsunade had made.
The illness had vanished, but he can't be so sure yet.
He didn't know where he was. The buildings and electronics were something he hadn't seen before.
No shinobi, no chakra.
" Is this what being lost truly is like ? "