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[lostmylight]

He's a wanderer.

Ever since the traumatic day when everything was taken from him, he's been a wanderer. Nothing more, nothing less. A shinobi? Only in the barest terms. A crimson band of cloth covers the ruin of his sockets, hiding the shame from the world; his memories of receiving basic medical care from a civilian village are fogged by the fever that ravaged him during those days.

Ever since then, he's wandered. Slowly learning to survive, slowly adapting, he now moves with some trace of his old grace and confidence, as though he has some perception of the world beyond the reach of his hands. The snakes have taught him, and experience, the slow and bitter sensei, has taught him.

But he will never again be what he once was.

He's entering another village, he knows that; where it is, what its name is, he doesn't know. Doesn't entirely care. Perhaps they'll feed him, perhaps he can trade some manual labor for a few coins, and then move on again. That's all he can hope for anymore.

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[proudofmybaby]

It was a rare day when she had time to get into the village outside of her side missions, but when she did, she never failed to be surprised.

This day was no exception, and she drifted closer to the figure, picking out the familiar chakra signature and noting the face, the details... She hoped she wasn't seeing what she thought she was. Still, too many versions of her son had come here for her to think it would be anyone else.

The blindfold though... that was new.

"Sasuke? Is that you baby?"

[one_without_wings]

Training. He was training... trying to just walk and make this paper stick on his forehead shouldn't be so hard. He can actually hold it there with chakra for the best part of a half-hour, but Sakumo clearly asked for -an hour- and stated he should also be able to do it while going through any activity.

"darn!" came the hiss as the paper unstuck... and then a groan as it flew in the wind... and landed near someone with... a headband hiding his eyes? He went over to retrieve the paper and looked up.

"Hello mister!" came an overly happy chirpy voice.

I can't help myself. I want to hug him!!!

[itachi_san]

Inside the Uchiha house, there was a door on the first floor that was slightly ajar.

Sasuke may not have been able to see, but the room reeked of sickness cloaked in disinfectant. There was little sound to drown soft wheezes and dripping medicines. The chakra from the man inside was familiar, but so very faint. No doubt about it - It was the oldest Itachi, the one Mikoto had mentioned.