Everyone had to find out who they are at some point in their life; for Yume that point was coming in short order. She knew her mother and her father well enough as a child but their passing before her coming of age had left a chasm in her heart that made her feel as though she was missing part of herself. She had been raised to have pride in the Inuzuka clan, her mother’s kin, but their treatment of her family left her feeling trapped, behest to tradition and expectations. The appearance of an exile of the clan had torn that sensation asunder and freed her from the foolish notion that limited family to blood. The events had given her reflection on her father’s history as well. She knew very little of Riki and his life before Sunagakure. Whenever she would ask him he would tell her that the stars drew him to the village and then change the subject, leaving her questions unanswered.
It was time for those answers now.
The wreckage of the Kage Tower was a place she had no desire to visit immediately following the occupation. As the dust had settled, so to speak, and the village was on course for returning to the surface she needed to do some rebuilding of her own. Mountains of papers and disheveled archives were strewn where the chaos had left them deep in the bowels of the Tower. Faces covered in surgical masks, she and CuRua searched for records from nearly thirty years prior. She did her best not to disrupt what semblance of order was left; ensuring things didn’t become worse than they were as she pulled any documents that fit the time she sought and placed them on a cleared table for review.
What if we don’t find anything?
We have to find something. As much as he loved mother, there must have been a reason he stayed in Suna.
He got a letter that told him Amegakure was destroyed
And then he never went back out. He stayed for mother and pledged loyalty to Suna. You do just switch village ties like that. The ANBU would have looked into him. There will be something.
Their chattering of fox-like yips would be incoherent to those around them but body language would give a gist of their conversation: they were not in agreement but it wasn’t an argument. Silence would fall as the turquoise haired mednin continued to search through the records, consumed by her investigation.
It was time for those answers now.
The wreckage of the Kage Tower was a place she had no desire to visit immediately following the occupation. As the dust had settled, so to speak, and the village was on course for returning to the surface she needed to do some rebuilding of her own. Mountains of papers and disheveled archives were strewn where the chaos had left them deep in the bowels of the Tower. Faces covered in surgical masks, she and CuRua searched for records from nearly thirty years prior. She did her best not to disrupt what semblance of order was left; ensuring things didn’t become worse than they were as she pulled any documents that fit the time she sought and placed them on a cleared table for review.
What if we don’t find anything?
We have to find something. As much as he loved mother, there must have been a reason he stayed in Suna.
He got a letter that told him Amegakure was destroyed
And then he never went back out. He stayed for mother and pledged loyalty to Suna. You do just switch village ties like that. The ANBU would have looked into him. There will be something.
Their chattering of fox-like yips would be incoherent to those around them but body language would give a gist of their conversation: they were not in agreement but it wasn’t an argument. Silence would fall as the turquoise haired mednin continued to search through the records, consumed by her investigation.