（ he is silent for a moment, eyes lowered. studying the board between them. there are so may different paths he might take...
finally: ）
When I left Konoha, I left my sword at the border of Fire Country.
（ after he'd killed the anbu that pursued him, he had driven the blade into the earth in the shadow of an ancient tree, and abandoned it. despite his expertise, he had not touched such a blade again for the remainder of his life.
she will know the history of the blade, all the places the blade notched on bone. it is only lately he has been considering it, as much as an act of contrition as one of will. ）
how very dare
finally: ）
When I left Konoha, I left my sword at the border of Fire Country.
（ after he'd killed the anbu that pursued him, he had driven the blade into the earth in the shadow of an ancient tree, and abandoned it. despite his expertise, he had not touched such a blade again for the remainder of his life.
she will know the history of the blade, all the places the blade notched on bone. it is only lately he has been considering it, as much as an act of contrition as one of will. ）