Leaf District

[Mellow]

The wind whispered at his vest as Hachiro Rinha reappeared with a muted whff atop a narrow, arched rooftop nestled perfectly between the Main Gate and the East Gate of the Hidden Leaf Village. The ceramic tiles beneath his sandals were warm and sun-drenched, plus their red hue faded with time. From this height, the village unfolded in soft layers of bustling life and shadowed alleys, which was pretty much a living maze of movement. He stood upright, hands still tucked into his pockets, dark brown bangs fluttering against his brow. The Main Gate loomed to his left: tall, imposing, manned by two Leaf shinobi whose silhouettes remained steady in the sunlight like well-trained statues along with a few others. But then a sudden movement caught his eye, and off in the near distance, hopping along rooftops toward the East Gate, a familiar figure moved briskly; It was Soma. Even from this distance, her small frame and outfit was unmistakable.
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Hachiro: Guess she’s got the route handled. Cool​

He could’ve used the Body Flicker again. Reappeared at her side but he didn't. Instead, Hachiro crouched lazily at the roof’s edge, one knee pulled up under his arm as his sharp gaze surveyed the layout below. This was only his second "real" day in the Leaf—and if he was going to be living there, he might as well get familiar with the village’s veins. With a push from his heel, he dropped down—not with a dramatic landing, but a silent one, touching ground in a narrow alley between two tea shops. The aroma of dried leaves and steamed buns drifted in the air, mingling with laughter and the soft clink of ceramic. He wandered without urgency, drifting from stall to stall as his eyes skimmed signs and symbols.
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Hachiro: The Hidden Leaf’s definitely got layers.​

The stone walls along the side grew taller, moss clinging to their bases. The crowds thinned. It was less marketplace, more old residential, the kind of place shinobi clans tucked their homes into with purpose. He passed by what looked like a silenced training field, its wooden targets cracked and burned, before finally spotting the East Gate’s shadow rising ahead. Far off in the distance, just before the last curved rooftop disappeared from sight, he saw a glimpse of Soma again. Hachiro smirked, and with one last glance back at the village, he descended the slope toward the East Gate, his pace relaxed but intentional. Behind him, the great village of Konohagakure continued to breathe and bustle… and before him awaited both Soma and Shijo.
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Hachiro: Alright then, we're all here. I guess it's time for us to go.​

Location: Konoha Eastern Gates
Posting Order: Soma Chinoike → Hachiro → Shijo
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll​

 

[ZimTheInvader]

As they stood ther not far from the village gates the group of boys were speaking amongst themselves—well, all but Kokezaru. After finishing his own greeting to the newcomers, he had decided to partake in the joy of eating delicious, fresh fruit alongside his best friend, Ryuzaru. As the two ate, they watched intently as the others conversed, delivering greetings and speaking of recent events, before the one named Jin suddenly chose to leave. It was clear he believed it was time for them to head out, and Kokezaru couldn’t agree more. To him, there was no reason to stand around anymore if they weren’t going to share fun stories or eat delicious, fresh fruit—which Kokezaru was more than happy to offer to anyone interested.

"Yo, Gyo, your friend's in a rush. You think he might be hungry or something? 'Cause if he is, I got some fresh bananas and peaches. You want one?"

The young, monkey-tailed boy offered a peach to Gyoken as they made their way off toward the Moon District, ready for whatever adventure awaited them in the near future.

Location: Konohagakure Village Gate
Main Posting Order: Jin → Gyoken → Kokezaru -> Yugo
Secondary Posting Order: Yaju (Optional)
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: lI​

 

[Jeriah]

Inoka had agreed to allow the samurai to accompany them—not just as a gesture of political diplomacy, but in hopes of strengthening a more personal alliance between himself and General Komato. The pact of the United Shinobi Alliance was one thing, but genuine trust required more than signatures and treaties. Inoka believed in forming real bonds, and Komato was a warrior he respected—calm, swift, and principled.

At the Third Training Ground, Inoka sat in still meditation, his body at rest while his mind traveled through memory. Though his senses remained sharp—aware of every chakra signature in the area—his focus drifted inward. He revisited old conversations with his parents: his father, the former Yamanaka Clan Lord, teaching him how to read the battlefield of the mind; his mother, a descendant of Dan Katō, passing down lessons rooted in compassion and spiritual strength. Together, they had taught him the importance of mastering both mind and soul—tools not only for combat, but for guiding others.

A faint smile crossed Inoka’s lips as he sensed a familiar presence approaching. It was Kageko Nara, his student and fellow member of the new generation of the Ino-Shika-Chō. She took a seat beside him and began to meditate, her breathing careful and steady. It nearly matched his own. Their synchronicity wasn’t just training—it was trust. With her father absent, Inoka had taken a personal role in Kageko’s development, helping shape her into a promising kunoichi. He didn’t just train her to fight—he trained her to endure, to think, to adapt.

The training ground was calm. Birds chirped in the distance, and the soft rustle of leaves filled the silence between them. But that peace was broken by the sound of footsteps—quiet, hesitant, but deliberate. Inoka opened his eyes and turned to see a messenger approaching. The man’s face said everything before he even spoke—grief, hesitation, and the weight of a message he didn’t want to deliver.

Inoka’s stomach tightened. He didn’t need to ask. The only news that would bring such sorrow was the one Kageko had long feared. He looked down, already preparing himself to be her anchor. As the messenger opened his mouth to speak, Inoka rose and stood behind Kageko, silent but present. His head lowered, unwilling to believe the worst, though knowing it was the truth. The moment the words were spoken—confirmation of her mother’s passing—something in Kageko shattered.


She rose slowly, trembling. Then her sorrow turned to rage. Her tears poured freely, her hands shaking as she formed a seal. Shadows erupted from the ground, moving like serpents with a will of their own. They wrapped around the messenger’s arms and legs, pinning him in place. One shadow formed into a hand, wrapping around his neck with careful, terrifying precision. She screamed, her voice raw and full of pain, the sound echoing across the training field.

Before Inoka could step in, Komato was already there—a flash of steel and presence. The samurai general appeared beside the girl as if summoned by her pain alone. His hand rested gently on her shoulder, his calm demeanor radiating through the chaos. He didn’t try to overpower her. Instead, he simply met her where she was, his hand on her shoulder filled with peace and understanding.

Inoka blinked. For a brief moment, he studied Komato’s speed—fast, faster than he had expected. But his mind quickly returned to Kageko. He stepped to her opposite side and placed his hand on her other shoulder. His eyes hoping to meet hers—his calm aqua irises looking into her tear-filled onyx ones—and he gave her a quiet nod, silently reinforcing Komato’s request.

They stood there, the three of them, surrounded by the shadows of her grief. Inoka had taught Kageko many things—strategy, control, resilience—but this? Grief was a lesson he could not teach. Only guide. And so he did. Not as Hokage, not as a teacher, but simply as someone who refused to let her face it alone.

Location: Third Training Ground
Main Posting Order: Inoka -> Kageko -> Komato
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: lI​

 

[Dante]

He didn’t say a word. The instant the second figure appeared at the Eastern Gate—barely catching their breath, eyes filled with an eagerness that made his skin crawl—he moved. Like a blade loosed from its sheath, he shot forward, feet barely touching the ground as he vanished into the misty treeline beyond the wall. Leaves trembled in his wake. His chakra signature dipped instantly, suppressed to near nothingness. A ghost in the forest. There was no signal, no briefing, no time wasted on pleasantries. He’d already waited longer than necessary. Whatever questions they had, they’d have to ask the wind now.

Shijo ran with precision, weaving through the terrain with fluid grace. His focus was absolute, his path already mapped out in his head from earlier reconnaissance. He moved not just toward the mission's objective, but toward confirmation—confirmation that he hadn't been paired with corpses-in-waiting.

If they were worthy, they’d follow. Not at his pace, no—no one followed at his pace—but closely enough not to die. The first trial wouldn’t be announced. It was already underway. The real mission didn’t start with an enemy. It started with discipline. And he’d see if these two would survive even that. He pressed on looking back each time to see if the two followed closely behind him. Their destination was the Land of Grass, mission was simple but with his line of experience he knew anything but simple came from missions as they could easily become so complex within the blink of an eye.

He hoped they were ready—truly ready—for what awaited them beyond the borders of the Land of Fire. The moment his foot crossed into the soft, dew-laced soil of the Land of Grass, a shift in the air greeted him. To outsiders, it looked tranquil: endless meadows brushed with wildflowers, the gentle sway of grass in the breeze, distant hills basking in golden light. But Shijo knew better. The Land of Grass was infamous among the elite for its treacherous neutrality—a nest of snakes dressed as diplomats, where shinobi disappeared not in war, but in whispers. It wouldn’t take long for them to reach the place.

It was a place where allegiances were bought and sold like spices, where treaties were thinner than rice paper, and where the ground itself seemed to listen when you stepped wrong. He slowed only slightly, just enough to scan the tree line ahead. His senses opened wide—chakra detection, subtle changes in the wind, the unnatural silence of the birds overhead. He pinpoint the direction of next landforms or even village. Escaping his sensory was not even the simplest of animals, he dictated with his own eyes, sense of smell, sound that resonated from anything ahead.

Location: Journey to Land of Grass
Posting Order: Soma Chinoike → Hachiro → Shijo Uchiha
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll​

 

[Baldhead]

Takashi followed Lord Tenbo closely, maintaining a steady distance of just over six feet behind him. With both hands resting behind his head and his posture slightly leaned back. Despite the casual posture, his senses are on high alert as always, eyes scanning the surroundings from under half-lidded lashes, ears tuned to every shift in the wind, every crunch of gravel beneath their feet. The stillness around them felt almost too calm, but years in ANBU and Root had taught him that stillness often masked unseen threats. He moves in silence behind Tenbo until he comes to a stop. “I could be wrong, but are you from the Grass District? The name’s Tenbō.”


At the same time, would Takashi’s body adjust in response, slowing down but without breaking form. He shifts his weight to the right, tilting his head to get a better look at the figure ahead. Standing in front of Tenbo was a red-haired woman, an Uzumaki maybe? The crimson hair was a rare trait, one often associated with the clan, it made him more wary than reassured. But as always, he stands quietly in the background, a familiar ghost at Tenbo’s back. It was a habit too deeply ingrained to break, a product of years spent in silence, where speaking was often unnecessary, even dangerous. He had never sought the spotlight and had no intention of doing so now. While the woman and Tenbo exchanged introductions and polite conversation, Takashi’s eyes remained fixed on her movements. He noted how her hands moved, how her posture shifted. Every motion was analyzed until she reached into her pouch and produced a small, clear jar filled with pale blue pills that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Takashi's eyes locked onto it immediately. Though he said nothing, a quiet suspicion stirred within him.

There was something about the pills that bothered him. Too pristine, too conveniently offered. He had seen poisons masked as medicine before, chakra suppressants that looked like candy, and toxins laced into pills that promised healing. His muscles tensed beneath his calm exterior. Was she telling the truth about the pills, or could this be a trap meant to weaken Tenbo? “I keep plenty of these on me” she said with a gentle smile, holding the jar between two fingers.“They’re called Healing Drugs—ten times more effective than standard chakra pills. They can heal nasty injuries and even purify the body of disease and illness. Consider it a gift.” A gift? That word echoed in Takashi’s mind like a warning bell.

It was then that Takashi stepped forward without hesitation, placing himself between the woman and Tenbo. He took the jar before Tenbo could reach for it. “Thank you very much” he said calmly. “I’ll hold on to these in case we need them.” His gloved fingers closed around the jar, and in that moment he cast a subtle glance over his shoulder toward Tenbo, a silent signal not to accept unfamiliar gifts so easily. It wasn’t distrust of Tenbo’s judgment, but rather a reminder, one shinobi to another, that caution was never weakness.
Then he turned his gaze back to the woman while his expression remained neutral. '' We can discuss anything tactical while we move.” She said before she began to walk again and without a word, Takashi returned to his usual position—silent and watchful, trailing a few steps behind Tenbo.The jar of pills now tucked inside his sleeve could be felt lightly against his wrist with every step. If they were real, the pills could be a great asset. If not… he’d rather carry the burden of that risk than let it fall on his lord.




Location: Konohagakure Gate -> Land of ??? (Not sure if we going directly to grass or doing some scenes getting there)
Posting Order: Inoka/Inori -> Tenbo Uchiha -> Takashi Hyuuga -> Sumiko (Optional)
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll
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Skip Points: lll




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[Frea]

The messenger was paralysed and couldn't even move or mutter a word, not just because of Kageko's jutsu, but rather her abrupt aggression towards him. Kageko's heart was filled with many emotions, from fear to guilt and even most heaviest of all, grief. She didn't want to believe it, even if it was confirmed. Her tears flooded down her cheeks, rolling off her cheeks to drip onto the ground as if it were raindrops from the clouds above crying. Her heart felt heavy, making it impossible for her to breathe; her screaming in pain of grief could be heard for miles, like a roar cracked through.

"Please. Stop"

She heard an unfamiliar voice speaking to her, asking Kageko to stop choking the poor messenger to death, but her trembling hands were too much for her to keep up her jutsu, making her shadows be released from the messenger, which soon scampered off from the freight of her rashness. She felt the Samurai's hand on her shoulder, and then she felt a familiar hand on her other shoulder, which was Inoka's. Her onyx eyes met with the Samurai's her eyes were puffed up and red from her crying, and her cheeks were stained red as well, somewhat sore from the wetness that came from her tears. She then looked up towards Inoka, meeting her eyes in his blue orbs, her lip trembled once again, making her hold in more of her tears. She felt paralysed on the spot as if she had been caught in her shadow jutsu, matched with Inoka's mind jutsu, even if that wasn't the case.

Kageko's body manoeuvred itself to firmly grip Inoka's clothing, her hands gripping onto his flak jacket tight making the knuckles turn red to white, her face buried into his chest as more of her sorrowful tears flown out, her screams muffled from her face being pressed against his chest full well knowing other shinobi and kunoichi would think this was unforgiveable for touching the Hokage like this, however in the present moment, Kageko wanted some form of comfort whether that be a hug, or even rub on the back. Her breath was gasping now and again.

However, many wouldn't grieve their parents who emotionally abused them throughout childhood. However, to Kageko, that was the only parental thing she believed was normal, for her mother to shut her in, making her wear clothing where she didn't show too much skin, from calling her names that could hurt a normal being. The fact that her mother only allowed one man into their home, that was Inoka, no other males were allowed in the house. Kageko wasn't used to these emotions, so she wasn't sure how to deal with them, let alone that she didn't think anyone else could. Others would hide their sorrow, their grief. So why was Kageko making a scene? Not even she would know.

This was just the start of a rude awakening for her to think life is full of sunshine and rainbows when it's actually far more grim than the fantasy of positivity.

Location: Third Training Ground
Main Posting Order: Inoka -> Kageko -> Komato
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: lI​

 

[Reigetsu]

Sōma Chinoike observes the longsword until Hachiro finally shows up after waiting for several minutes; he must have been stuffing his face with food or looking through a store that must have delayed his arrival on this mission. Without looking away from Hachiro, the sword turned into a red like substance before it was sucked back into her palm where the seal is, hearing him waltz up and already prepared to go, nods to him and turns to Shijo who took off without a word and she followed as well, running out of the gate and leaps into the trees where she bounced off each one with each kick of her legs, propelling herself to at least keep Shijo in her sights who moved at his speed that she could not keep up with even if she tried to, a genin against a Jonin, a outcome everyone in their right mind would agree with, she would lose. Weaving through the terrain with her focus on the back of Shijo while hoping Hachiro is behind her as they ran through the forest, prepared to face whoever is behind these attacks and let them taste failure for once, however, her true target lies northwest of where she is now, where they are content while she plots.

She remembers being in the Land of Grass months ago during the first invasion from the shadow realm, It is a beautiful and treacherous place since that land was founded; others may believe the country is a wonderful place to live, she remembers documented history about Land of Grass, a nation that has a long history of treacherous and skill of diplomacy that can be used for political gain or to fein appearance while plotting against other nations, the Hōzuki Castle being one of the structures they used for plotting and manipulating the system for their benefits.
They have played a part in past conflicts, there is no guarantee that they'll stray from their ways. It's an entire nation of shinobi, taught the way of ninja in their cultural style, while Sōma's culture in Kiri is different; her culture holds a lot of blood in it, a nation of swordsmen born to fight and survive as the strongest among others, in Sōma's eyes, you must be strong enough to live in a world so cruel, those that are weak in the eyes of mist shinobi are considered waste of space, unworthy of a honorable death, easy to forget and dismiss like mere peasants. Sōma hoped she is up for the challenge, to make a difference and show her nation, show her father, that she wasn't unworthy to live, she was worthy to carry the legacy of Nuibari and her clan, worthy to be called a Shinobi.

She would land on all four next to Shijo as they landed in the soft dew-laced soil, the beautiful meadows of wildflowers, sight of animals native to this region and descendants of previous ancestors that once gracde this land before the cataclysmic shift that would've wiped all shinobi off the map, had down the same to many animals that survived but some species weren't equiped to survive such magnitudes. She scans the area with caution, taking in the surroundings and terrain, areas she can hide and scout for enemy chakra signatures but she will have to compensate with the arsenal she has and use in conjunction with other techniques to expand her range but for the moment, she must study this region and know which place to use for advantage points, escape routes and potential threats that would hinder the mission, and their presence must not be discovered or their lives will be forfeit. Sōma turns to Shijo then Hachiro before using the blood orbs to form words "Since we are going in stealthly, i can offer to change both of your appearances so you won't be easily recognised?"

 

[Yugo]

Yugō

Yugo the Kumogakure shinobi of the Yugo clan let his eye wander a brief appraisal of those surrounding him. He had been sparsely informed of Gyoken but had heard nothing of any others, though context and instinct told that none of them would be wise to underestimate if they had been assigned to the same effort. The young Uchiha's seemingly genuine smile did catch the young Yugo by some surprise but the words that followed did hint at his sincerity. “I could say the same for you too. If Lady Raikage sent you on a joint mission, she must really trust your abilities. Honestly—if you’d found me out there first, I feel like you might’ve ended me with one punch.” Yugo nods solmenly careful to keep his emotions restrained and docile not wishing to allow any slip in self control after a recent near incident knowing it would take time to repress his bloodline's effect. "I do take some measure of pride in my might and technique, and if we were in conflict It would behoove me to try and compound a single landed blow on you into a overhwelming shock to your nerve system," Yugo's words were not emotional just a brief tactical observation that his best choice ina fight would be blitz and land a single overwhelming strike to set the pace of the fight though there was no malice in his expression though the truth of Gyoken's statement could be seen by the observant there was indeed tight coiled muscle hidden within the genin's lean frame like a tangled monster waiting to lash out.​

Yugo internally allowed some of his tension to melt away he was pleased there was seemingly no animosity even with the mistake in the woods a shiver briefly running down his spine at the idea of having to explain to the Raikage or his Sensei if things had gotten out of hand and sparked and incident. Regardless it seemed the timing had worked out. He could only precieve some surface level behavior from the other two the one Gyoken was chasing after 'jin' and the laid back one munching on fruit but Yugo's attention lingered on Gyoken as he steps forward for the shared departure something in that Uchiha's gaze spoke to a brief understanding a thought that provoked a bit of contemplation for how to interact in the future. At last the mission was under way it seemed passing out of the shaow of the gate of Konohakaure into the forrested path that defined the district. Yugo could still feel a tingle nature's power wriggling in his skin and knew he needed a way to vent it for the safety of the travel. "If its no objection to any of you ill scout ahead and procure some fresh game for the trip, a deer or pour should be easy enough to track down," Yugo would pull out a map from his pocket and mark a spot along the route coiling the map back up and tossing it to Gyoken. "That where ill try to reconnect with you all and I should have the meat ready to cook and preserve by the time you all arrive." Yugo's tense muscles could be seen briefly coiling as he floods his body with a brief surge of charka using a Body Flicker Technique to launch himself forward into the woods knowing a hunt alone could let him regress the wound up tension in his body.

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Location: Konohagakure Village Gate -> Travel
Main Posting Order: Jin → Gyoken → Kokezaru -> Yugo
Secondary Posting Order: Yaju (Optional)
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: lI

 

[Yatoru]

Previous Day
With his mind still in a slight shamble, as his left hand pressed over his face, covering his left eye and a portion of his forehead, his hair shifting between his fingers the voice of Gyoken seemingly bringing his senses back into place, a small shadow of a man from his memories fading back into the deep subconscious as Jin's left hand fell to his side,​

"Yeah... I'm fine. Just stress I guess, Alots happened since the Sand Mission. But lets not waste anymore time Gyoken."​

Briefly after Gyokens arrival Kokezaru and the Cloud shinobi made their appearance known. Rather than speaking any further, he'd let Gyoken ultimately make that decision as Jin's right hand fidgeted with the golden band around his left ring finger, a momento of his late mother and a reminder of his sins and what he needs to do to achieve his goals. Where the shadows of his hair loomed over his cyan eyes, Jin remained silent; Jin's eyes locked onto Gyoken Uchiha, a deeper sense of both admiration and detest filled Jin Tendo's heart, admiration of how kind hearted and bubbly the uchiha was, but a detest how easy it is for him to befriend and be loved by others, something Jin longed for as a child in the orphanage.
One Day Skip- Current Day
What seemed to be a long day of no conflict, just journeying with still no sight of Yaju, the Jonin and Sensei who would accompany the Three on this mission. Nevertheless as Jin sat before a makeshift fire, sitting on a tree trunk that had fallen over naturally, his eyes gazed upon the flames. Every movement the flames did, like a dance performing before him, Jin sat in silence where as his team seemed to be in what can be described as a communal conversation, Jin being the odd ball sat in silence, his attention near missing as from the base of the flames the images of his youth, tormenting memories flickered to life.
Flashback
A young Jin tendo stood withing the Gardens of the Tendo Clans Estate of the Grass District, wearing a plain kimono, the young body looked upon the various older Tendo clan members training under the tutelage of his Grandfather and Father. One of these Members of the Clan including his Uncle Tarkaji Tendo who was sparring with young Jin's Father Xaio Tendo. Though Jin had a stoic calm expression, his two cyan eyes unlike that of his Clansmen who only possessed one cyan eye observed each movement they made. Since a young age the young Jin had always been keen to analyzing and breaking down movements and combat styles, using each movement to analyze and predict the following move that would be in correspondence. And though beside the Young Jin was a slightly older child, his cousin Anrei Tendo, and child hood friend who had a crush on him Tsubaki Tendo, like the others of the clan those two only possessed a single cyan eye. A factor that ultimately created a rift between Jin and the Clan as the constant harassment of his two cyan eyes belittled his sense of self value and purpose in the clan. Even the gazes from his father and grandfather further sowed the seeds of despair into the young Tendo boy. But even within all that Darkness there was Anrei, Tsubaki and his Mother who were beacons of light keeping the young Lorde grounded with hope. A hope that would ultimately be severed once his Father sent Tsubaki and Anrei away for training, and his mothers sudden shift in love to hatred towards Jin sending him to an orphanage, stripping him of that hope he held so close to his heart.

Current Time

As the Memories of the days of old flashed through the dancing flames, Jin's sense of reality returned, a single stream of tears running down his left eye as the overwhelming grief slowly creeped its way into his heart, a grief caused by his actions, a grief that was from both pain and despair of the neglect and abuse he had endured that would turn itself to hatred. A grief that ultimately led Jin down the path he could never take back. And now as he sat his left thumb wiping the tear away before it was to be noticed, Jin thought to himself,​

"I must become stronger... I must master my Doujutsu... Only then can I end this pain... By killing you... Xaio Tendo."​

Location: Konohagakure Village Gate -> Travel
Main Posting Order: Jin → Gyoken → Kokezaru -> Yugo
Secondary Posting Order: Yaju (Optional)
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: lI​

 

[Komatoo]

His hopes had prevailed, reaching the young lady, and with the aid of the Hokage who no doubt held a much deeper connection to her, she released the messenger. Komato quickly moves to catch the courier, their life likely flashing before their eyes whilst the young girl buries her tears into Inoka. Perhaps the only true family she had left. Komato understood the pain of loss, having lived this long. Time without question gives and takes, an absolute in this world.

The General helped the messenger to their feet, before sending the individual off quietly but quickly. He’d turn to the young lady and Hokage, nodding his head in reassurance. His comrades had remained where they were, under strict orders not to intervene unless told to. Even so, both stood in awe at the speed their commander displayed. Having witnessed his movements first hand in training, what he displayed now was undoubtedly faster. Nevertheless, Komato did wish to stand by and watch an innocent person be killed. While the information had been devastating to hear, discipline should have held her hands. Focus should have steeled her mind in order to perceive and receive this information with a clear thought.

This was the training that had been beaten into Komato, and it is the same mental fortitude that he has and will instill in his own students or even children should he have any. Emotions can be a tool used for good, or used to cause chaos. When meshed with the usage of chakra that change can alter for better or for worse. Perhaps, Komato would have the opportunity to teach this young woman or any who struggled with their emotions, especially when situations become overwhelming.

For now Komato remained as he was, awaiting for the Hokage and the woman to recompose. What would become of her now? What decisions will she make with the information she now knows? Regardless she will grow, even as the leaves fall around her. Perhaps that is the true beauty of Konoha, their inhabitants had a way of blossoming even when the odds are stacked against them.



Location: Konoha: Third Training Ground
Posting order: Inoka - Kageko - Komato
PTL: 1-3days
Skips: 3

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