Yet, despite everything, I thought I forgot. Although I forced myself to hate him thinking about what is right.
Even though I had poured out on him the pain of my life's first unreasonable deprivation, my struggles to honor it, and the tremendous guilt over the loss of my childhood best friend. However, ignoring is not possible when in front of you you find yourself a boy who is trying to imprison his impetuous pain in a dam. The suffering of a four-year-old child traumatized by the devastation of a battlefield strewn with corpses, raised without anyone ever trying to make those terrible images a little lighter if possible. That dam would have burst into tears with anyone else, but he'd already witnessed what no one should ever see in their lifetime and managed to keep it all behind his pale angelic face.
I didn't want what happened to me to pass right away, that the child who had been ended up crying curled up in a dark corner of his mind, I wasn't sure he could have stood any longer. I tried to save him by every means in my power, teaching him everything I knew and not just about military tactics, of which, undoubtedly, he knew more than all of us combined though he was still a boy. Instead of relating to peers, during the day he worked and trained hard until he was completely exhausted, at night he devoured the manuals looking through the pages for the secret to eliminating war from the world forever.
"Have you learned basic Task Force tactics?"
"Yes, I have memorized all the basic tactics."
"As expected. Now it is clear to me why they called you a prodigy when you enrolled in the Academy. "
His eyes swept over me beautiful and devastating, he didn't need to use the Sharingan to make anyone in front of him not resist him. His black pupils held my gaze firm, determined and shiny. His face still. His appearance was of a more unique than rare grace already at that age, the body slim but supple and athletic, the movements unknowingly elegant even if incredibly fast. I had never seen hair of such perfection, even ink strokes. Even his imperfections became flawless, like the protruding collarbones and the evident ribs of the thin neck. Like the orbital pits so marked as to lead people to believe, according to ancient legends, that that boy was a magnet for disasters. Anyone could have predicted how dangerous and deadly that beauty would become as she grew older.
But I wanted him to learn above all to take care of himself, of his heart, of his feelings and of what he would like to do; things, these, which seemed to him quite complicated already at the time.
It seemed that for him amusements and pastimes were superfluous, a mere waste of time, not necessary for his goal of becoming the best ninja around. I realized, with immense regret, that even his smile was inexorably ending up like this. He had his future assured, he was destined to become someone, but would he also be happy? This didn't seem to interest him and that's how he ended up exploited and mangled to the bottom both in body and soul.
I couldn't save him for when I reached out digging into the abyss he had thrown himself into. I was never able to say anything, I was too miserable and insignificant compared to the gear I was inside.
"Are you asking me to spy on my fellow villagers?" the question did not involve the beautiful black eyes, the extraordinary thick eyelashes did not tremble at all.
"The Enneacoda incident. The leaders of the Village suspected the involvement of the Uchiha Clan."
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