[i]Kzaru Yatoma my father. Alina Yatoma my mother. Tonight is the night we take the fight to the Empire. I only hope I keep the memory of our clan alive this night through my actions. Our clan prized honor and respect and family above nearly all else and I hope that this night that I can keep that memory of what we were alive. I no longer possess a family but I will do my best.[/i]

Karela looked down at the graves of her parents and the rest of her clan and let a very rare, very small smile form on her face. Despite all that she had been through, she still remembered helping bake with her mother and training with her father and learning the way of the Shinobi at the academy before the Empire had attacked Konoha. She remembered the good times with her clan and for a brief moment, a tiny bit of doubt clouded her mind.

Was this what they would have wanted for her? To fight continuously? To cherish revenge above almost everything else? What would they have thought of their daughter if they could see her now? What would they think of her if they knew of the things she had done?

But they couldn't see her now. The Empire had killed them. She thought as she remembered the night of the massacre and thought of how the Empire had shown no mercy and the smile faded from her face and was replaced with her usual neutral expression.

Tonight was the night. Tonight the Empire would be driven from Konoha.