Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30271674-20161024223954/@comment-30271674-20161101221242

"That is miles better than what you did before," over the course of this morning and into the afternoon Ieyasu had made significant progress. "Now you can rest for a bit. Let's walk after a little bit, it looks beautiful out here."

With those words, Ieyasu began to mellow as he shrunk back down to his regular size. He took a look to the west and took note of how the sun was already starting to fall below the horizon and to the east the faint shimmering of the moon coming to take its throne in the night sky. Ieyasu fell to the ground and put his hands over his head, it felt exhausting having to do this for the entire day. He'd walk over to Tadamasa as he set up camp and started a small little fire before first clearing their grounds out.

They both huddled by the campfire, at first there was a sort of melancholic silence between them. There were a lot of things Tadamasa was sure was wrong in Ieyasu's life, but even as a grown man he was afraid to confront and comfort those issues for his nephew. Hirotada had always been a scary, and violent individual even back when he went by a different name... something many people tried to keep in hushed tones so that they never learned of even darker times before the peace when issues worse than Ame were present. Back... back when people like Godric were still alive.

Wars of the past began to cloud Tadamasa's mind, there was bloodshed and more. Moral dilemmas presented themselves as desperate shinobi countries sent in even genin, tried their hand at kinjutsu, and worse. It was horrible, but not everything about it was horrible to say in the least. Tadamasa met some of the people he still calls his best friends and even brothers today.

"You know... maybe it's a little late to walk, but you know what this reminds me of? Back some years me, your other uncle, and some of my friends were in a warcamp on the border of the Land of..."

For the rest of the night and until Ieyasu fell asleep, Tadamasa would begin to tell all sorts of stories from the past. Some were goofy and lighthearted, others being the tales of heroic efforts and deeds by the people he saw run into the frontlines and save him. It was a comforting way to end the night. Tomorrow, even harder challenges would be presented. All in order to make sure this beautiful flower would never decay like the rest of the garden.