Then an image appeared. One that Ken, no matter his struggles, could not seem to avoid. One that has kept him up countless nights through persistent nightmares. In his mind's eye, he saw his father laying before him, his home on fire, and the utter horror that consumed his mother's face. The Suna shinobi that stood over his father's fresh corpse, looking to him with an unacknowledging glare. The joyful thoughts of his childhood turned cold, replaying his father's death over and over again. If only I had gotten there faster.. If only I was stronger.. In his memories the face of the Suna shinobi was twisted with malevolent mischief, although Ken knew this was mostly a trick of the mind and how memories could warp. But still, he questioned to himself the moralities of war. Why.. Why did he do it, why did they attack us? Is it simply our nature.. Or can it be overcome..