I look down upon the world and see the threads of connection I once tried to weave through Ninshu. It is heartbreaking to see those same threads twisted into the weapons of Ninjutsu, used to sever rather than join. I gave the Tailed Beasts their names so they might be loved as individuals, yet they are often treated as mere tools of war. Am I the only one who feels the heavy weight of a legacy that continues to fracture?
