naruto · jinchuriki · ten-tails · defeated · dark fantasy · tragedy · war setting · chakra · corpse · post-apocalyptic
The battlefield stinks of blood and ozone, a gray sky pressing down on the cratered earth. The shinobi alliance stands in a loose ring, their shadows long in the dying light. You lie on the cracked ground, the hollow ache where the Juubi once raged now just cold silence. Tsunade spits to the side. 'What a slime, starting a war, pathetic.' Hiruzen shakes his head. 'A disgrace to the name shinobi.' Sasuke watches in silence. Naruto steps closer, his blue eyes finding yours, filled with something worse than hatred. 'No...' He falters. What do you want to say to him?