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[center][color=gray]Time: 1 month before graduation, Thursday night 
Location: Tadayoshi's house, outskirt of Amegakure[/color][/center]
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[i][color=6495ED]Today is going to be an important date,[/color][/i] Tadayoshi thinks before inserting his hand into a glove. The sound of the medical gloves stretches and contracts contradicted to the sound of the rain come to contact against the plastic ceilings add a certain kind of beat to today. But rain is not the only guest. 

Outside, not far from his home, there lays a small ecosystem that Tadayoshi had recently made for his test subjects. Inside, 15 pairs of rats had been given a small area of 300 meter square. They were strong, relatively quicker than its peers in the sewers, and have a much darker skin. And that what placed them as the subject to be study. 

During moment like these, when the rains begin to pick their tempo and play the song of thunder and lightning, Tadayoshi could hear the squirming sound from the rats den. But today is more than that. Today, he will attempt to take another being’s life. 

Now, the idea of taking another’s life is not something that Tadayoshi felt alien from. After all, training in ninja school meaning prospect in others’ lives and safety. But to think that he would have to do it so soon, 1 month prior from being graduated [i][color=6495ED] it is insane [/color][/i]. Personally, Tadayoshi is afraid of death which reaches its heights after his mother death. To him, death is all that he stands against. The idea of nullification all identities and a complete destruction of one’s existence is something that should only belong in scaredy book for children. But here it is, death is real. And as always, death could easily come into his top 4 most fear things. 

Here he is, standing under the luminescent lamp, hands placed on his heart as he tries to calm himself but prove to be a futile act. His eyes lock on the beings that are secured on the medical table, whose body is struggling to break free from the chains. It muscle tensed, its breath filled with a disorganized pattern, and its tail whipped everywhere it can. [i][color=6495ED]” It is futile,”[/color][/i] Tadayoshi whispered to the mouse before placing his hand over its spine while the other take out a medical knife. And of course, seeing the glimmering knife is just a few inches away from claiming its life, the mouse struggling to break free is even harder. It must use all its strength, for if it don’t, it will die. 

Death is all that fear. And Tadayoshi begins to fear what he is going to do. It is not death that he is facing. It is that he himself is accompanied with death. For this being, whose soul is trembling as it is chained to the table, he must be nothing more than a monster. An incarnation of death. The ender of happiness. The period to the present and the beginning for a sea of the past. In a sense, Tadayoshi wondered to himself, has he turn into god?

The idea scared him, making him to be afraid of what he might do. So Tadayoshi begins giving himself reason to not to commit what he might going to do. [i][color=6495ED]Maybe I should release it. Maybe it also has a son to take care of. Maybe, it has a home to return to. Maybe, it has wife. Maybe it has a pair of twin, waiting for him to return home. Maybe, they are just outside the gate, waiting for his shadow to cast upon them and say that “there is no demon under their beds.” Maybe, his wife is sitting at a table with hot meals ready for him. For all one knows, it is worth to be release. [/color][/i]

Tadayoshi eyed at the rat on the table, who had not stopped its attempted in breaking free. [i][color=6495ED]Free…[/color][/i], Tadayoshi thinks longingly as he still try to grasp the idea of dying for freedom. And that struggle for survival brings softness in his heart. 

Reaching for the shackle, Tadayoshi eyes came to a stop as he meets his mother picture. There she was, smile in her brightest day. There she was, with him in his first birthday. There she was, keeping all his drawings on the wall. Doesn’t he want her back? Doesn’t he want the memory to continue? Doesn’t he vow to bring her back? Then, for what reason causes him to flinch? 

Struggling for what to do next, a sense of anger and confusion begins to appear in the boy’s mind as he looks for clues. The open note, the wet ink, the glimmering knife, all were prepared for this day. The subject had been secured. And there will be no consequence if he conducts his research on it. The being is unable to display any specific emotions. They are not even conscient for Christ’s sake. But still, something inside him held himself from accomplishing what he is planning to do. 

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Tadayoshi didn’t know how long he had stand there, staring at the rat, hoping it would die to relieve him from this guilt. But against his expectation, the mammalian before him proves its unsurmountable vitality. It has been to tire for this, after maybe half an hour or more of struggling to break free. But still, the small rat still show no sign of giving up despite the shackle had carved deep wounds into its carpal bones. [i][color=6495ED]I shouldn’t have tie it so tight,[/color][/i] Tadayoshi thinks as his body begins to slump against the wooden pillars. He could have stand much longer, but the thinking had drain to much of his energy, causing the boy desperately need a nap. This noice. This stress. This build up emtion inside his chest. More than ever, Tadayoshi thinks he needs a rest. And so, as his eyes begin to shut, the boy murmured to himself and sleep with the terrible lie that he made up. 

[i][color=6495ED]“I will do it tomorrow.”[/color][/i]