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He hadn't expected the afterlife to be so cold.
A soft sigh left him as he got to his feet, brushing the light dusting of snow off of his body before he looked around. It looked like a village... A village in the middle of winter, far colder than what they ever got in Konoha. But of course he wouldn't be there, not anymore. It was also only natural that he would wake up alone; it was something he supposed he deserved, considering all that he had set in motion and the burden he had placed upon his beloved sons.
It was a lonely walk towards the buildings in the distance, the silence almost deafening. It was easy to assume that the snow and ice on the ground was absorbing all sound, but even so Fugaku kept on his guard. And then, he heard someone's approach, although whose he could not tell. Without hesitation his sharingan flared and crimson eyes scanned his surroundings, his voice gruff and clear in the crisp and cold air, "Show yourself. I do not wish to fight you."
Not that he didn't keep himself at the ready to use his fire techniques, but it was worth trying to settle whatever dispute the afterlife had to throw at him peacefully.
A soft sigh left him as he got to his feet, brushing the light dusting of snow off of his body before he looked around. It looked like a village... A village in the middle of winter, far colder than what they ever got in Konoha. But of course he wouldn't be there, not anymore. It was also only natural that he would wake up alone; it was something he supposed he deserved, considering all that he had set in motion and the burden he had placed upon his beloved sons.
It was a lonely walk towards the buildings in the distance, the silence almost deafening. It was easy to assume that the snow and ice on the ground was absorbing all sound, but even so Fugaku kept on his guard. And then, he heard someone's approach, although whose he could not tell. Without hesitation his sharingan flared and crimson eyes scanned his surroundings, his voice gruff and clear in the crisp and cold air, "Show yourself. I do not wish to fight you."
Not that he didn't keep himself at the ready to use his fire techniques, but it was worth trying to settle whatever dispute the afterlife had to throw at him peacefully.
