God Damn It, Kyuubi!

From rose-tinted lens

A/N: ... I really don't know what to say. Ive been utterly swamped with life. Exams, depression, anxiety, changing houses, lost some friends and a few more. Last night, i discovered i still remember the account password. So happy reading!

Remember the little girl Setsuna rescued in chapter 16? This chapter is from her point of view. My muse challenged me to include the change of Ame, from the lens of a civilian.

I choose little Miu. So, this chapter will view Ame from her eyes. It would be from the perspective of a five years old child.

Enjoy.

It was such a fine day in the newly-reborn Ame.

The rain has not yet returned in their unforgiving force like before, but instead only came in a little drizzle that started when the sun peeked at the horizon and lasted long enough for everyone to wake up and see the sparkling remnants of dew on the vibrantly blooming flowers.

Rare. Such a rare sight, but not one that was unwelcomed.

The stench of death from Hanzou's tyranny rule has faded now, being replaced with the fresh scent of spring. The first sound that followed after the sound of birds chirping was the sound of giggling children. At long last, the children of Ame could venture the village without the fear of accidentally annoying the wrong people.

Miu was one of those children, enjoying her morning by running across the newly-formed landscape of Ame right after she added light pink to her mother's once colourless cheeks.

It was a better day. Such a fine day—

"YOU IDIOT!!!"

Or not.

Miu looked up towards the once forbidden palace, wondering what has triggered such loud yell. By this point, it was no longer a strange occurrence. It has been a normal thing ever since the shift of power in Amegakure a few days ago. The other day there was a vibrant flash of light that almost outshone the sun, yesterday was a mortified shriek and today it was a yell.

Their new ruling power was significantly different than the previous one and the whole Ame seemed to love it.

But today, Miu paid more attention to the palace's shenanigan. She definitely recognised the yelling voice—she will recognise that voice everywhere—because the voice belonged to the goddess who helped heal her momma.

Momma used to lie in the death house, waiting for death to save her from her own rotting body but then, the rain stopped, and things started to change.

The goddess killed their cruel king.

The saviour arrived and free their people.

The god blessed their land with the sustenance they desperately needed.

Then, the angels in black started fixing their broken country, one step at a time.

In Miu's rose-tinted gaze, these beings were the answers to her years of prayers to the sky. She revered them with devoted trust and loyalty, looking up at them with trusting eyes, even in this short week after they arrived into her life.

Though, being godly in her eyes didn't stop them from getting involved in stupid amusing shenanigans.

Again.

A fine day in Ame indeed.

Being a civilian child, Miu viewed the heroes of Ame with a rose-tinted gaze.

The new king was a far superior upgrade than the previous one—a kinder man, a gentler soul and a more loveable human being than Hanzou ever was. The king's advisor was the silliest and funniest shinobi Miu has ever met, also a man that was equally loveable as the new king. The new general was so efficient in managing the nation that in just a few days, there was already an established devoted group of little girls that aspire to be like her.