Flickering flames dancing wildly through the blood caked halls hushed the Sixth Kazekage's dying breath. Her words slowly coerced with the repulsive mixture of burning flesh and wood. There she stood staring into a set of eyes that had met her gazed countless times before that night. The same eyes that glistened when he first revealed his dream to follow in her steps. That watered when he introduced his baby girl to her and christened her the godmother. And filled with joy once he revealed that he found someone he wished to spend the rest of his life with. Eyes that once shined a brilliant gold now possessed a rusted coloration eventually becoming whiter than his hair. The intense smoke made it difficult for her to truly identify her murderer as she once did. Instead, she saw the young emo