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He places a hand on the stone railing. The stone cracks slightly under his chakra.
"This is the blade that killed the last rogue Jinchuriki. It doesn't have a name. Neither do my best operatives. The 'Will of Fire' is a beautiful lie we tell the orphans. The truth is colder: a shinobi lord is not a king. A king rules land. A shinobi lord burns to keep the land safe." naruto shinobi lord
A pause. A single crow lands on the rail. It does not caw. It waits. He places a hand on the stone railing
He looks back at the village. Lights are flickering on in the windows. It doesn't have a name
His chakra flares for just a second—enough to make the air vibrate and the crow take flight.
He draws a short blade—unadorned, chipped along the edge.
"The Five Great Nations think they understand power. They measure it in tailed beasts, in forbidden jutsu, in the number of ANBU they can field in a minute. Fools. Real power is the decision at 3 AM: do I send that twelve-year-old to the ambush point, knowing he won’t come back, to save two hundred civilians?"