The Boogeyman Lives (Open)
A flash of light. Blinded momentarily, the elder shielded his view as the rich blues of the sky and distinct greens of the trees and ferns around him slowly filtered into view. He drew breath, baffled at the reason why before the realization hit him. He’d returned.
Pulling himself to his feet, he found himself in an all too familiar area. The intertwining branches resonating with his chakra, it wasn’t long before the signals led him to an old hideout. Brushing the foliage and overgrown grasses aside, the First ran his fingers across the now weathered grooves of the symbol of his clan. His brother likely not fortunate enough to return, the etching was all he now had to remember him by.
Making a note to further inspect the secret hideaway later, Hashirama made his way back towards the campus. Anticipating the focused, placid attitudes of high school students, nothing could have shocked him more to discover the campus in pandemonium. Children scurried throughout the courtyard, soccer balls and laughter filling the once sensible void.
“Can’t say I recall this place being a primary school...” he muttered, strolling out of the bushes and waving to a few nearby kids. Fearful, the children cried and ran for their lives upon seeing him, unbeknownst to the First that he appeared a little worse for wear during his adventure through the forest.
