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What is there truly to write of? Aside from the moments where I am at Orochimaru-sama's side or under Kabuto-sensei's watchful eye, I am left in my room, quietly rotting. I cannot find the energy to lift myself from this damnable bed unless I am called... I cannot train, every nerve in my body burns when I focus my chakra... I don't know when the last time I ate was... I can't keep anything down...
I'm too afraid to tell Orochimaru-sama... I especially don't want him to know that it's because of my fight with Kidoumaru, a fight I should have easily won...but, damn my foolishness... I've brought this upon myself. I've failed Orochimaru-sama, and death is what I've earned.
When we attack Konohagakure, I don't think I shall ever return. I only pray that my bones will lie in a place where flowers will grow.
Kabuto-sensei, any news?