Fight (a Naruto reborn fanfiction)

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Surprise, I'm back! Didn't think the day would come but whatever. I had most of this chapter laying around for months but I couldn't just publish a half finished chapter. Also; this story is not discontinued. The updates, however, will come sporadically. Also, I started posting another story! 

I have around ten laying around, but this one is the only one I could see myself posting over a longer period of time, so I did! It's a Genshin Impact one, with lots of symbolism and I#m really proud of what I've done so far, even if it is just 7k long for now. Maybe check it out if you wanna read some of my more recent work? It's certainly better written than this story here :,)

Anyways, enjoy! Who knows what mysterious character might show up this time?

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The years pass. The legend of the phoenix is slowly forgotten, once more reduced to nothing but bedside stories that serve to both spend hope and instill fear. 

Himari is scouring her bedroom for the gift she prepared for Konan. It's her twelth birthday that day, about seven years after the fateful day in the rain. Money is tight, but they can survive without it most of the time, living off the land. It means that she can put aside some emergency funds and be left with some to spare.

Said spare is something she always uses for gifts. In that case, she got Konan two new books, one about origami and one about chakra manipulation. Even though the original book is not the best material, Himari has taken her time annotating the entire thing. It was not one of her fields of expertise for nothing.

Joining the books are a stack of paper and a paper flower. Himari vehemently refuses any and all allegations that she took longer to make the flower than to annotate the entire book. That would, frankly, be ridiculous, and entirely unbecoming of someone like her. She prides herself in picking up new things rather quickly, so why is it that folding a piece of paper would nearly snap her patience?!

It didn't of course, because she only had to do it twice. Of course. Maybe it's because the paper was just the shade of white that she abhors. But it will fit perfectly with Konan's hair, and she even made sure to infuse chakra into the paper so that it may never get destroyed.

She truly does love her kids with her whole heart.

He has looked tirelessly for years, has scoured the earth for hints about his precious one, has set aside all morality he might've had, all just to be sure, to know. He was left alone in a village he held no love for, with a grandmother he doesn't hold dear to his heart. Ever since his parents died, there has only been one person occupying that deserted place, a reminder that he is still painfully human.

It should disgust him, the fact that he can never be eternal, can never be the sort of art he strives to imprint on those worthy, but Himari has always been an exception, one he has loved since before he knew what love meant.

It had been hard, in the beginning, to survive, to thrive, but he managed. Is reaping the fruits of that labour now, with a spy network so extensive it rivals that of whole villages. He has put that network to good use.

And now, so long after they departed, tears in his eyes as he watched his only friend go, he will finally know. At least he hopes so. His body does not tire. How could it, when it is nothing but hard wood and taunt strings? But his mind needs rest, and so does his heart, because he dreams, and when he dreams, he dreams of her.

Sometimes, she looks like the version of the girl he knows, knew. Small, hurt, but full of confidence in her abilities, confidence well-earned. The thought of her wiping the floor with boys so much older than her still fills him with a deep satisfaction. He has dealt with them of course, nothing but fractured bones of those unworthy left.