I've been prepared to accept death for most of my life. As a former shinobi - to fight and sacrifice in battle to protect the Village and its people, accepting the risk that I might not come back alive on every mission. As a mother - to fight and save myself and thus protect my children from birth right up to the end.
But, these last few moments of solitude were mine and mine alone. Before I became nothing more than a ghost of the past. I was alive for now. I was a human. My chest moved as I breathed and I felt it all - my sweat, my heartbeat, the chakra flowing through my veins, the fine hairs ticking my face, the spheres of my eyes, the final tastes lingering on my taste buds, the smoothness of wood against my toes. This was my body for the last time.
Itachi was getting nearer. With the rest of my mental might, I observed the outside world and myself in it. The mushroom of trees looming in the distance, grass dancing in the wind, and moonlight glowing on my skin were witnesses to my existence that I was once here.
The scent of Uchiha blood was now riding the air piercing my nostrils. So was the pinch of heat from burning houses.
A murder of crows circled the Uchiha compound.
It was time to go inside. It was our turn.
