I walked away from camp, the mission is complete. Our captive is still unconscious as Kakashi-sensei and Naruto sit by a camp fire. I can't help it, I wanted to be alone for a while. While climbing up a tree branch overhanging from a cliff, I felt my thigh hurt due to one of the captive's hits that I have miscalculated and failed to dodge. I leaned my head back at the trunk and reminisce.
It started raining when my lips smiled casually. Usually at times like this, I would sit beside the window and watch. There doesn't seem to be anything magical about the rain or the grey clouds, they look so gloomy. But the raindrops look a lot like tears that fall from eyes that explodes with the need to love and be loved.
Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Konoha was quite a small village, if one wants to talk sarcastically. But almost everyone knows one another especially ninjas of the same age group. That was what was