I never thought I'd have to kill Naruto. Heroes never die unless they are fated to the title of a tragic hero. I thought those types of heroes were only found in books from old poets such as Shakespeare. Who does that make me then, the murderer of my own true love and husband? I did it because I was the only one who could, psychically and emotionally. If Naruto were to still be alive as he was during his final moments, the fate of the Land of Fire could have easily been at an inevitable risk. His kind soul couldn't grasp the meaning of Hokage and he fell into the pit of corruption. Naruto's dream of becoming Hokage was something that influenced all who got to know him growing up in so many different ways. He was the reason we all became greatly successful as ninja. But to see his dream slowly become a living nightmare for the rest of the world has put a heavy weight on our shoulders. We now either live in fear of following the same path, indulge into complete denial, or find other ways to erase the inescapable pain. We are now living in the Great Depression of the Village Hidden in the Leaves.

Everything I know is now gone. My dreams were influenced by a villain, my love was promised into the heart of a monster. I am left behind broken hearted, empty, and shattered. Some now see me as a heroine for putting the village before my family, others see me as a traitor whose assassination was irrational. Yet, I don't even know who I am. All I know for sure is the things the world will never let me forget.

I am Hinata Hyuga. I am the widowed wife of the previous Hokage and saviour. I am a mother of two sccared children, medically traumatized by both of their parents. I am a blessing and a curse to our village. Most importantly, I am the one who wanted to kill Naruto.