As an Uchiha, I Don't Want to Kill Anyone Anymore.

That year, Shisui held my hand and said, "I will protect you." That year, he went to the battlefield and killed his first person. That year, he died. He died in the hands of Danzo and by the Nanga River. And I survived. With his eyes, with the vitality of Aunt Misao, with the memories of the two hundred and thirty-seven tribesmen. Escape to an island where no one knows me. Take in those who have nowhere to go. Teach them to farm, fish, and survive. They call me "boss". They say this is home. But Shisui, Aunt Misa, Naoto—these dead people are still floating in my left eye. They are waiting. Wait until I get back. Wait until I find the road you can't find. Wait for me - no more killing.