Six Sentences from a WIPâ
Tagged by @thatshipcat :)
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For most of his life, Madara knew where he belonged. War made that easy for him, his place in the front lines, a shield and sword alike for his people. But now that peace had found them, he felt adrift at times, like the strings that had connected him to the earth had been cut loose, leaving him unanchored and unsure of where he was meant to be.
Konoha was his home, of course, one he had fought towards since that first meeting on the riverside. There was no denying that the village needed him here. But there were full weeks where it still didnât feel real to him, still felt like the descriptions of a strong genjutsu, a mass hallucination theyâd all wandered in and couldnât get out of.
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