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Minato was cautious as he stumbled upon the village. But it was probably unnecessary to exercise such caution because, well, he was dead already. At least he was supposed to be. This didn’t feel like the afterlife. Minato still felt as if he were alive, like he hadn’t sacrificed himself sealing away the Kyuubi. The holes that had been made in his clothing from the Kyuubi’s attack were still there. But the actual injury that he had sustained wasn’t. No left over scars or anything, just completely healed.

But if this wasn’t the afterlife, then what was it? Was Kushina here too? He would find the answer to those questions and more eventually, he hoped. For now, he just continued on his way. As he ventured further into the village, he didn’t feel any sort of hostility from the villagers that he passed. He did hear chatter of something called The Honoring, from what he could glean, it has something to do with honoring the ones that you cared about. Alive or dead. But he didn’t attempt to inquire about it to learn more. He didn’t know if anyone would even tell him if he did.

Still, as he moved through the village, his guard remained up just in case someone did turn hostile, though he looked fairly relaxed. Minato eventually managed to find his way to the supply district. Maybe it was just good fortune that he found himself there of all places, because with the state of his clothing as it was, he could use some things to repair them.

That or a new set of clothing all together. He could feel his wallet in his pocket, so he knew that wherever this was that he'd been brought to, he at least had some money on him. Though with how busy this place was right now with people preparing for The Honoring he was starting to think that maybe he should wait for things to die down before attempting to make any purchases.

Itachi seemed a lot calmer since the breakdown. The reason why, though, was still mostly a mystery.

In a state of crazed distress, he'd summoned a crow with a strange sharingan in one of its eyes. He forced an unsuual jutsu to activate and ordered it to wipe out 'everything.' Had he succeeded, at worst, he would have been nothing but a vegetable. At best, he would be suffering from at least some form of amnesia. But none of those things happened.

Sensor-types and those with sharingan or byakugan would notice a slightly irregular bend to his (aleady irregular) chakra flow. But other than that, nothing changed! And yet... Maybe everything changed...

It was the time of the Spring festival, after all. A time to honor that which had passed and to begin anew.

Looking at him, everyone assumes he's a clueless idiot, a child playing at being a shinobi. Even those that knew him, they saw the heart of old, the never-gving-up spirit, and the naive dead last who needed to come to grips with reality. And he was all of these things, but today he was different. He'd seen those running around doing their needed duties toward The Honoring. Today, Naruto had forsaken all of his showy garb, wearing standard mourning attire bearing the symbols of Konoha and the Uzumaki clan, missing his forehead protector causing his blonde locks to fall around his head. He went to the small shrine in the village, thankful that since this wasn't Konoha he wouldn't be thrown out or attacked for being there, he slowly lit incense and prayed for several individuals - his father, Sarutobi Hiruzen, Haku, Zabuza, and Jiraiya. He hoped their spirits were well, and for all but Hiruzen and Jiraiya he prayed that their afterlives were going well. A few moments of thought and he decided to include the two perverts in his wishes. He was still of a mixed mind for the two of them.

Once done he then prayed for those whom he'd left behind in his timeline hoping that they were alright, and those he'd met and knew about in this place including his various "brothers" that were alternate versions of himself, and his other comrades that he was aware of. This was a prayer of hope, of wondering if he truly deserved the family that he now had, and of the possibilities of the future. "Gama of the Mountain, help me protect my precious people, from the threats from without... and within." He clapped twice to finish his prayer, and with an offering of a bowl of ramen with the chopsticks over it, he stepped out and looked into the street, wondering what would come next.

Current Mood: contemplative

She had noticed the villagers running around preparing things for the past few days. Every time she attempted to speak to one of them about what was going on, however, they seemed to be too busy to answer her questions. Finally, she'd braved asking Kakashi-sensei's landlady—the owner of the bookstore—and was informed about the festival to honour the dead.

Hinata had quite a few dead to honour, here or not, and she purchased her own candles and some ingredients to make dishes to put before the shrine. It would be awkward since she didn't have any photographs of her mother and putting one of her cousin would seem a bit morbid, but she hoped that they would appreciate the thought anyway.

That was what counted, right?

Perhaps she wasn't the only one of the shinobi intent on doing so as well.

Current Mood: thoughtful

When she'd gotten home the other night it had been to the horrible news that her eldest Itachi had had a complete meltdown and she hadn't been there to help. Unfortunately, she simply didn't have the ability to be home all at once, but it did put it in her mind that her and Kushina needed to have a talk if the woman intended to go around breaking her babies.

She was hardly the only one she needed to speak to though, and she heaved an agitated sigh, trying to sort out what to do.

In Honor

As many a ninja gear up for the defense of the village, the villagers themselves finally seemed to have other concerns. The hail had stopped, at last, but that didn't mean that everyone didn't seem to be just as cautious.

If anything, the villagers were in quite the hurry, heading this way with candles, that way with things to bake. It wasn't a bad sort of hurry though, and there was an undercurrent of excitement in the air as more than a few people arrived from the recent caravans to start setting up shops that had been long abandoned for the winter.

It was time for the spring festival, or as it was called here 'The Honoring'. It was to celebrate lost loved ones and new loves in one fell swoop, and there was no shortage of gifts to be prepared. Husband, wife, honored ancestor, all of them needed to be noticed on this week, and there were certainly no shortage of options.

(So sorry about the delay everyone, I was feeling unwell yesterday.)

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Entries tagged with event: in honor

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