The morning sky was rainy, gray and overcast, with wind blowing.
Makoto lay quietly in the attic, watching the curtain of rain beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Hancock had originally been attending to him, but Makoto had sent her back. Only Samui remained in the attic. Seeing His Majesty staring absentmindedly at the rain alone, she did not disturb him. Instead, she quietly handled official documents for the emperor nearby, the soft scratch of her pen against paper signaling her presence.
Autumn had arrived, yet there were not many plants in the Imperial Palace to mark the changing season.
He remembered that there had once been a large, lush tree outside the Hokage's Office.
Looking out over the whole village, he saw many new buildings. Some blocked the view, making it impossible to see the forests beyond Konoha.
The attic where Makoto was located was already very high. In truth, nothing could really obstruct his vision. His Tenseigan allowed him to see everything throughout the city clearly.
He had simply been struck by a wave of emotion, suddenly missing his life in his previous world.
That feeling did not last long. How could his previous life compare to how free and carefree he was now?
Makoto rose and left the attic. Samui had wanted to follow, but he refused.
There were not many pedestrians on the streets in rainy weather. The rain could not touch Makoto, but he could feel the chill in the air, which made his mind exceptionally clear.
He went first to the Ninja Academy. The children of this world should have been in class.
Makoto alerted no one. He simply drifted alone to the outside of a classroom, where he saw Naruto and Sasuke sitting together, sleeping on their desks in perfect sync.
On the seats to