flashyfroglord's Journal

Day of Death
This is far more than I had planned. Actually, I knew this was bound to happen one day, but it is far too soon. My son is about to be born. She is breathing heavy now, straining, looking up at me with hate-filled eyes. It thrills me.

I know what I must do though. As soon as he is clean, as soon as he is ready, as soon as he drinks his fill of his mother’s milk for the first time, I will take him to his destiny. My son, my Naruto. He will be the holder of such power, he will be the bearer of hope for the whole village for all his long life. They will love him for it, and remember the day that he saved them.

My only wish was for more time. Time to spend with him and her. Time to try to convince her that she needs a ring on her damn finger so she can rightfully tell our son how evil I am for branding her as well as making her hips wider.

I wish I could sit and look out upon my village and see the peace they deserve resting over it.

I am becoming as sentimental as Jiraiya. Hopefully I am still far less perverted. Remember, Sarutobi, for I know you will read this. Hold him high, keep him safe, and protect our village.

Jiraiya is here now, I’m sure Tsunade will be close to follow. I don’t think she would miss this chance to irritate me and keep me from where I want to be for the world.

This is my farewell.