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When Chouji awoke after a short and fitful sleep to face the second day of war, there was no war. There were no tents, no battlefield, no soldiers, whether Shinobi Alliance or the clones and corpses that opposed them. Just hard ground under his back and an unfamiliar village around him when he sat up.
It didn't feel like a genjutsu, but what else could it be? Chouji tried to dispel it, a burst of chakra and a muttered, "Kai!" but no luck.
Where were his teammates? And where was he? It had to be a genjutsu. What else could it be? The afterlife? He didn't remember fighting; he had to be alive still.
((I promised this, so here you go, but tags will be slooooooow. /unintentional rhyme))
It didn't feel like a genjutsu, but what else could it be? Chouji tried to dispel it, a burst of chakra and a muttered, "Kai!" but no luck.
Where were his teammates? And where was he? It had to be a genjutsu. What else could it be? The afterlife? He didn't remember fighting; he had to be alive still.
((I promised this, so here you go, but tags will be slooooooow. /unintentional rhyme))
