@godofame -- ;
“Alrigh’, we’re here. Surprised the gates are still open, too...”
The flight from Amegakure had been long and arduous, but after everything they’d gone through, gods, Fuso felt like she could practically swoon from knobby-kneed relief at finally finding her son--with others she’d taken under her wing, too. Three years had passed since then, and the Uzumaki had been surprised at how much her son had grown. As squalls of rain buffeted the four of them, she couldn’t help but think that years of waiting and dread had finally been answered, and once she’d found them, she’d run on adrenaline for days; barely eating or sleeping until the gates of Konoha loomed over them in a smoky silhouettes through the rainfall. As if Amegakure clung to them, still.
They were able to cross the threshold without issue, assuring the border guards that had confronted her about the children that had accompanied her until she told them and assured she’d meet with some official or other in the morning. With her arms protectively draped over the trio, she spoke until they were allowed passage, trembling from the adrenaline just beginning to wane. But, her work wasn’t done yet.
“Come on, let’s get the three of ya back t’the temple. Reckon yer hungry, and it’s late enough as it is.”
