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Intelligence. That blinding gild on the road to the future. Genius in
all its glory, so aptly praised by the fools who know no better. After
all, intelligence is the way to improve the world, pristine new
thoughts put into motion by those who buy into it. Whatever it takes
to make the world a better place. A peaceful place. The more you
know, right? What an abominable ideal that is.
How easily people talk without ever knowing what it would really take
to implement such ideas. But what does it matter to them. If they
can’t accomplish it, then someone with the means will eventually
carry it out for them. Fill them full of your own dreams, and they’ll
lose their own. Forging ahead without a second thought.
Never will they fully understand their potential. How could they?
Trapped in a world not built by them, not created through their own
thoughts, but thrown into the pre-made. And to question such becomes
nothing more than an invitation to collapse, doors thrown open for a
chaos most souls don't dare deal with.
How loftily we see ourselves. We are the righteous, the protectors,
the best this place has to offer. And how we stagnate, our position
within this village carved out and unchallenged. The
Uchihas…unmatched in all of Konoha. How easily this clan could be
crushed.
