CHAPTER 3
My blood, you ask?
Mine doesn't sparkle.
See that darker tone of blood over there? That's mine.
Weird. I thought it would be darker than this - given that all the missions I've accepted and completed are dirty heartless jobs.
I don't even know why I do this. Why did I become a ninja?
Perhaps I'm seeking for adventures?
No, that's not it. I never liked adventures. I never liked taking risks.
I suppose I'm looking for some place where I can release my feelings. My pain. My sorrow. My hate.
My name is Eath.
This last mission that I've accepted was...probably the 50th mission in 4 years. None of which I found difficult completing...except for this one, perhaps. Most of them were A-ranked missions...or maybe higher. I'm not sure. I just performed my duties without asking any questions. We are not supposed to ask questions anyway. So what if we die? What-if's. I hate what-if questions. There are too many possibilities out there, you can't imagine or predict every single one. What's done is done. What will happen will happen. There's no point worrying. If I die in action, then so be it. It's not like my life is worth anything anyway.
This most recent mission was a kidnapping mission. No, not the Hokage. Not the Copy Ninja either. Just a kid. The kid who had orphaned me twelve years ago.