"You got the incense?"
"Yup, and got some momen tofu. I cleaned the grave before I left for the Land of Water, so it should be in good condition."
"Hm, well done. He will be happy to hear that."
The Utamara family was on their way to the village cemetery, Mori carrying some incense and an offering and Iwao carrying a candle. It was a tradition to visit Ichirou's grave during birthdays or celebrations, and Christmas was no exception. Ichirou used to adore momen tofu and his little nephew, so it would only be fitting to have Mori offer the tofu. When they arrived at the cemetery, the grave they were looking for was not that hard to find. It was the grave on the left side of the war monument that carried names that Iwao once knew personally. He'd pay his respects once they paid respects to his older brother.
Here lies Utamara Ichirou
A talented Chunin, praised volunteer
and loved sibling who was taken before his time.
'Taken before his time', or so the gravestone said. Iwao didn't believe in that, no one was taken at a certain time. If you paid attention and didn't do dumb stuff, you'd life longer. Not to mention it was a cruel belief, what if someone died on the operating table because 'it was their time'. The chief surgeon would still feel responsible for it, and they might even be responsible for it. Was someone's time dependant on an infection or stray kunai? What if said infection or kunai was not there at that exact moment? Did their time still run out and did they die on the spot? The sentence might soften the pain a bit, but he saw too many young men and women die to believe in it. The cerebral haemorrhage that struck his brother came unexpected and took his life two days after it happened. The hospital couldn't do much for him, although they tried their best.
Mori set down the incense in two small vases and lit it, placing the tofu in between them. Iwao placed the candle in front of the picture of Ichirou, his 29 year old face never aging. The older man's hand began to scratch at his neck as Kasumi comforted him, she knew that these moments were hard for him and she'd be lying if she didn't miss the infectious laugh and the way her brother-in-law acted around children. Mori on the other hand wasn't nearly as shaken as his parents, simply because he didn't remember Ichirou that well. He was 2 when his uncle died, with pictures and stories of his parents being all the memories he had of him.
After staying at the grave for a couple of moments, Iwao turned towards the war monument and let his finger trace several names engraved in the large rock. Names of allies of whom only their memory returned home after the war were engraved in the rock, as a way to give names to the statistics. Tragic, really. The rock was huge and had thousands of names engraved on it, and every name used to be a living, breathing human with a family and goals of their own. "Let's go, before it gets too much." His voice was shaky, and his family knew exactly what he meant. Leaving the cemetery behind them, Kasumi stood in front of her husband and rose her right index finger.
"Follow my finger with your eyes and think about what is going through your mind, but don't move your head." She ordered as her finger went to the left and to the right. She pulled her arm back so that her finger was right next to her cheek before stretching her arm so that her finger almost touched the nose of her husband. This sequence repeated for a while as Iwao visibly began to calm down. "Better?"
"Better." Iwao let out a sigh of relief since his wife noticed some signs of his trauma flaring up again. "I'm okay now, shall we get the gifts? We spent the whole night on them and I am not exactly looking forward to seeing all that work go to waste." He smiled shakily as he beckoned his family to go with him, thanking his lucky stars for having married Kasumi.
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Steam left through the bathroom window as Taji left the bathroom with a pair of clean clothes and her mind lost in the clouds that gave the village its name. What she saw yesterday could get her arrested, there was a reason to keep the sealing process of the Tailed Beast a secret after all. But why that girl? She didn't like fighting according to Kenji and Aisha and wanted to be a medical ninja, why did the Raikage choose her as the host? Wasn't she supposed to aid in fights and wars? What possible advantage did choosing that girl bring the Raikage? If she had to choose a different host, Kenji would make more sense. He wasn't exactly important to the village like the Valkyries or sir Darui, yet he could his own in a fight. And what about parental consent? Did her parents know about this? Was she just picked from the streets and told that she was going to be the next Jinchuriki? It just didn't make sense!
Hiding her slew of questions behind an icy façade, she grabbed her kunai pack and went outside. Her parents were busy working at this hour, so they would not stop her. She didn't know why she went outside or where she was going, she just wanted to walk as her mind tried to crack the reasoning behind the actions she saw yesterday. She didn't know Rika at all aside from her name and she didn't really care about her, but this was an issue that went beyond personal relations. This was a matter that concerned the whole village, and she wanted to share her thoughts with someone who knew what the ninja business was like. That didn't leave her with many options though, her parents were civilians, sir Darui should not know about them knowing and she had no clue as to where Aisha or Kenji lived. But no ninja would give up that easily, so she decided to ask around until she found Kenji's house. Maybe she'd check for a place of her own in the meantime, and with those goals in mind she set off.