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Konoha cringed, his mind, voice, and some of his memory were all clipping and breaking. Nothing was working the way it was supposed to. He was sitting, kind of, mostly braced by the wall, ignoring the cold and wet. He was trying to focus, even that he couldn't quite do it seemed. So the people passing by were just shapes and sounds, disconnected from what he usually percieved.








