Mere weeks had went by since he had killed Orochimaru and left that god awful space, glad to have some solitude and fresh air. Never safe in one spot for every long, he was always on the run from someone, or something. The fights he got into with those that passed him by never ended without some sort of bloodshed, but the Uchiha would never kill is enemy, only leaving hem mortally wounded and left for possible death.
One fateful day, he encoutered a few people who just so happened to be stronger than himself, but not going down without a fight was the only way he knew. Having fallen victim to being overpowered, he was badly cut, and stabbed multiple times until they left him to most likely die in the intense heat of the desert. With ample blood loss apparent, he'd somehow endure the severe blinding pain he was in and find someplace a bit less obvious to die. But, he thought that he'd welcome death with open arms, unable to really remain conscious any longer, he blacked out, unaware that any help would come.
