Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-31966106-20170512053819/@comment-28412345-20170518011543

It came all to sudden, however before it did, his life flashed before his eyes. From his younger years, trying to impress his father and mother. Countless times he hunted and camped with his father in order to make him a survivalist. The kinda gentle teachings from his mother to become stronger. The rivalry with his sisters which turned into love and respect for them. His first duel, which ended in defeat but pushed Shoka to never lose again. Alwin, an intelligent lad from the Nara clan with a sense of determination as tenacious as shoka&apos;s. He always admired him for that. Shoka knew from thier 1st fight that they would both try to out do the other. I&apos;m his later years, he remembered he desperately sought a sensei, coming along Hotaru and what luck that he would also meet Obelisk, his sensei. Shoka honestly didn&apos;t trust the man, all his secrets Shoka would now never know. And yet, over time he came to acknowledge the man, even going out of his way simply to impress him with a new jutsu. Tak, oh that funny girl who always seemed to pop up unexpectingly and hang around him. He found her peculiar but her hunger to learn interested Shoka as he wanted to help. All those training sessions, perhaps he should have been harder on her like his master was on him. He felt somewhat responsible for her death and now he had no way or repay her death. Still, he would not forget that smirk on her face when he wanted her to take him seriously. Lastly, Takahiro, the man who showed Shoka a way to become strong even without the sharingan, the man who made Shoka somehow believe this war could be won, or at least that he would survive long enough to if were so. =mental image= Shoka hung his head down thinking about the last person on his mind. For a split second, Shoka life had purpose, he would have upheld mantle of Taka&apos;s dream for the Uchiha. Shoka could feel the burning tears swell behind his eyelids in disappointment. &quot;I have failed you...i have fasked everyone!!!&quot; Then, he would feel a hand touch his shoulder. Looking up, Shoka would see Takahiro smiling at him. &quot;Nah, you didn&apos;t fail anyone. If we win this war, then our deaths helped save the lives of those who can&apos;t defend themselves&quot;. Shoka would stare blankly at Taka. He then burst into laughter and wiped the tears with his sleeves. &quot;Nonchalant as ever, that&apos;s why you died quickly.&quot; He would then look up at Taka. Taka wasn&apos;t wrong, Shoka had slain plenty of thr enemy before he was brought down and his leadership skills helped out as well. Perhaps that was enough. Shoka sighed. &quot;Welp, not like I can do anything now...oh hey Taka I got my sharingan...&quot; =present time= the top half of his body landed at Shinra&apos;s feet. He spat blood and slowly tried to look up. If Shinra had looked down, he would see a smile on Hiroshoka&apos;s face as he pointed to his eye. &quot;G-give this to...Ob..el...isk...&quot; He he last words escaped with his breath as he lied there staring at the blade of grass fluttering in the wind in front of him. Hiroshoka, the Uchiha elite fought to preserve his friends was no more. Life may remember him as a nameless shinobi, or, an Uchiha overcame every obstacle until his time had finally ran out. From birth he was destined to be dead and yet, he fought to become one of the strongest chunins even competing with the jonins. But all in all, like the winds that brushed past his dead corpse, history only moved forward.