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       i love this movie so damn much shadowcasts make it better. A

【 Indeed there was, and he was not a medical ninja by any means. At first, Jiraiya believed that Nagato was the one who was injured but after closer inspection it was not. But then, where did the blood come from? ❝Nᴀɢᴀᴛᴏ…ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ﹖❞ 】

Nagato couldn’t help the tears, it all just came streaming out as he recreated the events in his head. “T-there were these guys..a-and they were being mean to Yahiko... a-a-and...” Nagato fought through the sobs, trying so hard to compose himself and tell his sensei what had happened. 

“I-I don’t remember what happened, I just remember being so angry and then I yelled and they- they just kinda stopped. I don’t mean stopped as in left I mean... they died...”

He might’ve believed that, once.

It’d been so easy to see the world at its most simplesetting of suffering and ruin, and none more as clearly than in a land as war-tornas his homeland. In the days he spent digging through the rubble of a home hebarely remembers, bloodying his hands through the effort of searching for amother whose face he now cannot recall, he might’ve damned this world for the heartachehe’d done nothing to deserve. On those days when the rumblings of a stomachhaving gone too long without food were louder than his own weakening, laboredbreaths born of a sickness derived of being out in the ceaseless rain for solong, he might’ve found in his heart a hatred for all of what this land seemedto offer in recompense for innocence.

But those days might as well have been nothing, thebarest twinkling of an eye in terms of time, because through that misery andcircumstance he found her, that angelof paper who became his first friend. Then that family of two (for no otherterm can so accurately describe what she became, not until their hearts knewone another as they do now-) became one of four with the boy of strange eyes andsoft smiles (that would one day be known as brotherand savior, and who he trusts andloves absolutely-) who came alongside that brave dog who knew him, and thatfrigid world Yahiko had come to know was then far less cold when shared among themselves.

That warmth born of companionship and solitude erasedand peace persisted from then on, nomatter the ever-changing faces of tragedy that began with the struggles of lifein the dilapidated lands and ended with the loss of their fourth family memberin the death of their brave dog. That warmth only grew bolder and fiercer whenyou joined them, became that fourth piece of their family and taught them howto decide the course of their own fates; taught them all of how this worldcould be unshackled from that dreaded chain of hatred that almost claimed theboy named Yahiko, as well as what it means to see underneath all the horror tofind that which is worth saving at any cost beneath.

And now, having seen what can be accomplished in thename of doing what’s right not just for himself, but for all of Amegakure, he cannot sharein that view of yours as he might’ve so long before. Now, with that rain-weatheredgirl turned angel and that boy of soft smiles turned savior standing at hisback for the sake of building their bridge of understanding, of peace, he cannotsee the world as that little boy who lost his mother might’ve any longer.

He might’ve believed you, were he still that littleboy.

“You’re wrong, sensei. This world, for all itstroubles, is only as hellish a place as we allow it to be. Anyone who knowsright from wrong, and has the courage to act on that knowledge, can change thisworld for the better.”