"not worth being called human." something you always heard. a villain, a criminal, a horrible person, not human. all names you have grown used to. you were seen as a villain, which you were but you didn't care, you had things in mind. a hero which despised you named Minato, he hated you. you didn't care much for him as long as he didn't get in your way. you have killed many people, torture, stealing, on and on and on. a crime list only you had in this city, at least in this era. right now, you had just killed someone, the found something out about you that you quite frankly didn't want anyone to know about, they were also a nuisance, a pest, you could call it. wiping the blood off your face the hero appeared behind you. whatever, this was a public spot, not like you were trying to hide your crimes or anything. Minato looked at the dead body then back at you disgusted pulling out his weapon. a katana though it clearly had some use of magic in it, that didn't matter, you had magic in your weapon as well.

Minato: "how disgusting. you're not worth being called human."

he spoke in a bitter and cold tone. oh my, this was interesting, huh? the beloved hero being cold and cruel. you both were really one in the same, just taking different paths, one leading to death, the other living to life. thats fine, you didn't mind his tone, honestly, it was amusing to see him so mad. it would be inhumane of you to laugh, after all you had just killed someone, blood still on you. but it didn't really matter, it was clear you already had the title for not being human, so who cared at this point.