There he stood, Akihiro Uchiha, in front of the oldest structure in the entire village. Konohagakure's oldest grave, and the very first one to guard the body of an inheritor of the Will of Fire. It was beautiful, an obsidian monument in the shape of a kunai, its tip half buried on the ground. The monument was large, towering well over the short 12 year old Genin. Despite its dark color, it still reflected the sunlight as it is proper of obsidian as if the man's death had shinned a new hope upon the village. Akihiro could even see his reflection on the kunai. Engraved on the memorial, was also the Symbol of the Uchiha Clan, the red and white fan, engraved in colors which contrasted with the black obsidian, making it stand out. Below the symbol, a single name was carved.
There was nothing else. No flowers, no explanation, no beautiful text celebrating the man's life. The tombstone was beautiful but quiet. Perhaps that was the best way to celebrate the life and death of a shinobi. The man's name was unknown to Akihiro. Maybe he hadn't paid enough attention in class, or maybe there hadn't been a mention of the man's name. Uchiha Kazutoshi was a stranger to him, and yet...something drew Akihiro towards this grave. For a very long time now. At first he thought it was just the fact that it was so beautiful, but then he realized there had to be something else. Akihiro found himself visiting the cemetery many times during his years at the academy, more often than not to see this grave. It held deep meaning, and made him question what it meant to be a shinobi. More than that, what it meant to be an Uchiha.
When his time came, would he have such a beautiful grave? Or would he die among the battlefield chaos and have his only grave be dirt and the stomach of crows?
A raven was heard in the distance. It sent a chill down the young Genin's spine, but he didn't take his eyes off the monument. He had visited so many times, but had never dared touch it. He'd never felt worthy of it. Now, it was his first time visiting it after graduating from the Ninja Academy, he was no longer a student but a full-fledged ninja. And yet... what did that mean? He knew the arts: Genjutsu, Ninjutsu, Taijutsu. He knew the principles of battles, the norms, what he was supposed to do in most situations. And yet... looking at this grave he felt as lost as the first day he enrolled at the Academy. Akihiro reached for the monument, for the very first time. And he touched it, with his right hand. Lightly, as if afraid it would crumble at the lightest of touches. His index and middle fingers slowly ran across the Uchiha Symbol, and then across the ninja's name.
Nothing happened. It was just...stone. He had been expecting to find an answer here, to understand the deeper meaning of being a shinobi. The deeper meaning of being an Uchiha, but there was nothing. Just...more silence and the slight breeze that rustled the leaves around. Akihiro was a bit disappointed but more than that, he was a bit sad. "Could it be...because my eyes cannot see the answer? Why does it ever escape my vision?"
More silence. His Sharingan was dormant if present at all. Could that be the reason why he didn't understand? It was said the Sharingan was the eye that could see beyond. It could remember the past, see the present and predict the future. It gave its wielder many answers, most of which weren't accessible to the common mortal.
"Did you know the answer, stranger?" he whispered, closing his eyes. "Would you have told me, what it means to be an Uchiha Shinobi, Uchiha Kazutoshi?" he whispered again. More silence followed. The Sparrow took a deep breath, and stood there, eyes closed and his palm touching the Uchiha Symbol. Perhaps the answer wouldn't come today, but here he found peace of mind, even if temporary.