He lay there, bleeding from at least 14 different wounds. He nearly giggled in mania, and felt every single one of them again as his chest heaved in silent laughter. So this was how it ended, lying dead in a field of his enemies. He wondered when Shizune would become worried. She was used to her husband's habit of disappearing for long periods of time, so he might be dead when she found him. Oh well, that didn't matter much. He looked over at the only person in the field standing, a figure in a long brown dress with a purple snake wrapped around it. Her snake-like eyes watched him with a sort of derision and scorn.
"Well Sakura, I guess you've got me. Would you like me to say hello to your father?"