Stop your hand. You're too late. I've already chosen my path. Even if your path is dark, I'll light it for you even if I burn. Why? don't you hate me? Because you're not my enemy. You're my brother and you'll always be.
You don't understand. I've lost everything. And I lost you. But I never lost hope.
Three years earlier. I lived in the village of the wind, training in the shinobi arts, dreaming of protecting the weak. My older brother was strong, loved by all, always laughing, always shielding me. He used to say, Don't fear the darkness, the light is inside you. But one stormy night, he vanished after a mysterious attack on our village, leaving behind a single message: Don't look for me. I cried for days. Then I made a decision. I would find him no matter what it cost.
I traveled across villages, faced thieves, mercenaries, wolves in the mountains, but I never stopped. Until I reached the City of Shadows. And there, I saw him standing among the enemy, his eyes filled with pain. Why did you join them? The world isn't protected by mercy, but by power. I'm stronger than everyone now.
Power that doesn't protect those we love isn't power. It's a curse. Go back to your village before I hurt you. I won't return without you, alive me or dead. You don't know what I've seen. Betrayal, injustice, blood. But I know who you were, and I know your heart isn't dead yet.
Don't make me fight you. I won't fight you. I'll remind you who you were. I'm not that person anymore. But your heart still beats, and I can hear it, even through all this darkness. I'm... afraid.
Come back. Let's start over. No one is born evil, but some lose their way, and I'm here to bring you back. Will you forgive me? From the moment you chose to return, I forgave you.
He returned to the village and apologized to everyone. It wasn't easy, but he chose the hard path, the path of redemption. At first, people rejected him, feared him, doubted his intentions. But he didn't give up. He helped rebuild homes, trained the children, and protected the village from a new attack. Together, we became guardians of the village.
The shadow clan dissolved, laughter returned, and children played freely once again. The storm passed, but its tear taught us that love is stronger than hate, and that light is born from a heart that refuses to give up. And every morning, when the sun rises over the village, I smile and say, This isn't the end of the story. It's just the beginning.
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