We were brats that starved for love in solitude, but pushed towards hate.**
However, even though we were friends that knew the same pain, we made different paths for our own selves.
As for what I chose, it was the path of further solitude.
Bonds had given birth to the rage of my emotions, and sometimes it shone like a flash and exposed my weakness to the bright sunshine.
I immersed myself into darkness, I turned my face away from light, I dyed my heart pitch black with hatred.
As a result, I wanted to take revenge on Itachi, my older brother, who had killed our clan and our family. I wanted to take revenge on Konoha, that had used Itachi charging him with the whole crime. I wanted to cause a revolution in this world, to build a world without errors with my own strength only.
——I absolutely won’t give up!!
Only one friend blocked my way. A shinobi who knew the same pain I felt. A man who doesn’t go back on his words, nothing but straightforward.
On countless occasions I shook him off, I even tried to take his life.
And yet, without giving up, without abandoning, he came to extend his hand to grasp me even at the cost of his life.
And then, that unique existence that I had tried to break off took me away from my solitude.
I lost.