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Nothing ever goes as planned in this accursed world.
The longer you live, the more you will realize, that the only things that
truly exist in this reality are merely pain, suffering and futility.
Listen... everywhere you look in this world, wherever there is light,
there will always be shadows to be found as well. As long as
there is a concept of victors, the vanquished will also exist.
The selfish intent of wanting to preserve peace, initiates wars.
And Hatred is born in order to protect Love.
There are nexuses, causal relationships that cannot be separated.
I want to sever the fate of this world.
A world of only Victors.
A world of only Peace.
A world of only Love.
I will create such a World
I am... the Ghost of the Uchiha.
For truly this reality... is a Hell.