He dreamt of flames, screams, and blood. He remembers the war cries of his people and his own as they marched to defend their home. He remembers the rusty taste in his mouth, his calloused and worn hands dipped in crimson, and his eyes misty of tears from the sight of his village falling. He remembers of the once prosperous buildings that stood tall have fallen and debris hurtling down to a citizen. He remembers of the helplessness and the eyes of his comrades. He remembers the whisper of Uzushio calling him to rest. [Complete Summary inside!] -x- //Inspired from "Stormborn" by black.kat on AO3 or black.k.kat on ff.net. Please go to "Random Ideas for my books" and tap on the 4th chapter which is holding information about this book. Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters but some ideas also belong to the book mentioned above.