It had started to rain... Fuckin' great... I was already sick... but I pushed on. I was going to get there, it couldn't be too far away now...
In my weakened state, it took me an entire day to get to a place that normally would only take me minutes.
But, I arrived. It was like a flash from the past... the rain, the area... it was just the same... I fell to my knees, about ready to cry, I couldn't take it... I just... I punched the ground...
I was at our old training grounds, and I could see Yahiko running around, Nagato laughing quietly, Chibi barking, and Jiraiya lecturing. My fist slammed into the ground again. "Dammit... I hate this!" I cried.
Blood seeping from my mouth, it was time to rest. I looked into the nearby woods, and found a nearly destroyed little hut. Quickly I repaired it, I wasn't going to let it wither away, one of the only things still around from my childhood, the hut we all used to stay in before we met Jiraiya.
I slipped into it, looking around, some of our little knick-knacks still lying around. My lips twisted at the corners in a smile, something I hadn't done it quite some time.
I decided that I would return to the hideout in a few days... I wanted to soak up the memories...
