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Feb. 6th, 2014 11:00 pm[Written in a surprisingly elegant hand, in code, on a scroll that is promptly burned and eaten as soon as the ink is dry.]
Being back in Konoha is strange. It's the place I grew up in and grew to adulthood in, but it isn't, all at once. There are more clans and less clans, buildings that look so much older than I remember them. Konoha is growing, expanding, ivy over the trees my great-grandfather planted.
It isn't mine any more. I don't know the people, don't know the entire roster of jounin like I used to. The Clan Heads nod to me in the streets, but the Clan Heirs only know me as a legend, not as a person. The house I grew up in has been demolished, replaced by a tailor. A shitty tailor.
I am the last Senju, in the village the Senju founded. It chafes, sits uneasy on shoulders I never learned to grow large enough to bear the entirety of Konoha. The Uchiha have truly inherited it, now, and I can't say I'm comfortable thinking about what they'll do with it.
I don't think I'll stay long.
Being back in Konoha is strange. It's the place I grew up in and grew to adulthood in, but it isn't, all at once. There are more clans and less clans, buildings that look so much older than I remember them. Konoha is growing, expanding, ivy over the trees my great-grandfather planted.
It isn't mine any more. I don't know the people, don't know the entire roster of jounin like I used to. The Clan Heads nod to me in the streets, but the Clan Heirs only know me as a legend, not as a person. The house I grew up in has been demolished, replaced by a tailor. A shitty tailor.
I am the last Senju, in the village the Senju founded. It chafes, sits uneasy on shoulders I never learned to grow large enough to bear the entirety of Konoha. The Uchiha have truly inherited it, now, and I can't say I'm comfortable thinking about what they'll do with it.
I don't think I'll stay long.
