Hitoshi’s eyes glanced up at the stars. He wasn’t fond of
the night, and it was worse inside a house or something similar. The night
welcomed nightmares, and he welcomed the avoidance of them.
He knew exactly where his father was waiting for him, and he
knew that his father had the advantage. He could have chosen anywhere else to
fight. It was hard not to applaud his father for thinking ahead. Striking at a
place, knowing where to hit and how hard to hit home was something that his
father knew how to do well.
“Why at Seiko’s grave, of all places…Why not somewhere more
neutral…?” Hitoshi’s eyes turned to the small fire in front of him. While it would
give his position away immediately, he could still put it out without a single
thought if he had to suddenly move. The fire might have been a bit of a mistake
in this dreadful heat, but it’s better to have a small light source than
nothing at all and wander aimlessly throughout the night.
He held up his hand and looked at the faint blue light
twirling around his hand. He had forced his chakra into a droplet of water,
watching it twirl gently around his hand, in between his fingers.
His focus shattered when he could picture Seiko’s broken and
lifeless body in front of him. His inhale was sharp as he snapped his hand back
to his lap, still seeing the glazed-over eyes of his brother; he yearned for
the day where he could close his eyes and see nothing.