Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161222232632/@comment-69.122.112.77-20170109175626

As he stood in the field Naraku found himself pondering the definition of life, does the world beyond this exist or are lives like flames that won’t return went the wick runs out. He smacked himself across the face as he attempted to rekindle his pride as a Shinobi. Stroking the spring green fabric of his haori he began to breathe deeply in an attempt to calm his nerves. “The Hokage can’t be warped out of shape by one death. Put Rena aside.” He mumbled under his breath as the young maiden trotted by him.

As the maiden trotted past him Naraku for a moment in delusion thought she was Rena and went to grab her shoulder.



"Rena?!" He said in desperation, despite knowing now it wasn't her, his fractured mind pleaded for a miracle of sorts, that somehow Rena had eluded the specters of Death and returned to the living.