Iruka Sensei IV
Come with me, I said, and no one knew where, or how my tummy throbbed. No slurping of noodles for me, only the wound that hunger had opened.
Come with me, I said again, as if dying, and no one saw that my chakra was flickering out or the angry mark that rose upon my forehead. Sensei, now we can forget that thorny pain!
That is why, when I heard your voice repeat, Come with me, it was as if you’d let loose sorrow, love, and the fury of a corked wine,
its fountains flooding from deep in its vault: in my mouth was the taste of ramen again, of fish cake and bonito, of onion and ow I burned my mouth!
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