Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160514223311/@comment-24714922-20160516024344

Mugen followed along with the crowd, still baffled by the sheer size of Godric Fuma, the man radiated power that made a primal part of Mugen desire to best it. The cries slowly distilled simply because of his presence. When the Hokage, Ikeru Senju emerged, a wave of emotion hit him, he felt both anger and respect towards him but he settled on acceptance, there was a reason he was hokage after all. Ikeru lead the crowd back to the memorial and released a seal that caused numerous stones to rise from the ground all littered with names. He let his head drop and simply sighed, death was inevitable in this style of life, it didn’t matter how much you kicked and screamed, the dead were dead.

The mentioning of Gyugii sent shudders down his spine as his mind found its way back to the events of the fateful night. He took a deep breath and turned around, survivor’s guilt still heavy on his heart. Mugen pushed his way through the crowd until he emerged from the back, the air felt cleaner when he was away from the crowd and he made his way home, the rain stopped and so would his sorrow, he’d turn that emotion into raw willpower by force if he had to.