Chouza

"There’s been another war." The tone used to speak the four, short words was a casual one, and it betrayed the destruction and chaos that had ravaged both the land and the lives of countless shinobi. "Many people stayed behind. The civilian men and women, of course, as well as the young children." A pause. "I want to say that, had you been here, you’d have been proud of them all. If I recall correctly, your grandson helped to deter bandits at some point." He sighed and leaned back, arms supporting his upper-half up, but he otherwise remained seated. "…I want to tell you that there were many casualties, that countless li

He could almost imagine the battlefield once again. Desolate in its entirety, with the exception of the scattered forces of shinobi and the countless corpses, the landscape was the last place he wanted to be. He could hear the faint screams of those near his feet, and he looked up in response, trying to spot what had terrified them so badly. The occasional clang of kunai against kunai rang out, but this was something he had heard countless times over the years. It was commonplace, and no longer bothered him—but the same could not be said for the entire war. He had been fighting for most of his life. He’d fought countless battl

"C’mon, you gotta help me.” Silence. "My dad said you have to!" The sound of a book’s page being turned, then more quiet. "You have to help me learn ‘bout how to fight with a bo, and dad sent me to you ‘cause he said you were one of the best in the clan, and if you don’t, I’ll—" The redheaded child, distracted by his own complaining, hadn’t even noticed the older male standing up—Not until he was knocked off of his feet by the very weapon he spoke of, the end of it being pointed right between his eyes. "You’ll what? Continue with your run-on sentence? Throw more empty thr

"…I shouldn’t." he said plainly. "I really shouldn’t." But despite the seriousness of his words, and the good intentions behind hiding one of her possessions, Chouza moved out of the doorway and allowed the Hokage into his home. "Lady Tsunade," he began, making his way toward a hall closet. "You know I’ll always be grateful to you for saving my son’s life, right?" He open the closet door, starting to move boxes out of the way—though what he had hidden wasn’t currently visible, he knew exactly where it was. "That’s the thing though—You save lives. Couldn’t even begin to guess how