Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160514223311/@comment-24714922-20160515020224

Rain fell over Konoha, the sight of it brought memories rushing back. Mugen remembered the way the rain fell as the final hours of the battle came to a close. But he couldn’t remember what was said, He couldn’t remember if he had felt anything back then. Regardless, for last few days Mugen had been in a state of shock and depression often just sitting in a painful silence. Today however, Mugen was out in the streets of Konoha, for some reason he found himself at the memorial, a part of him felt guilty, a part of him wanted to curl into a ball and cry, but most of all … most of all Mugen was angry; at himself, at the village, at the world. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath before turning to leave only to be stopped as the sounds of unrest reached his ears.

Mugen made his way towards the source of the noise; a large crowd was beginning to gather. They were screaming for answers looking for someone to blame. And as one of the only survivors of that tragic night Mugen couldn’t blame them, hell he even started to feel just as angry as them. He slinked deeper into the crowd but remained silent, waiting and watching to see how this would all pan out. The sight of the phoenix guard was an intimidating one, as far as Mugen could tell things were about to go south.