Konoha.
Bright sunlight streamed through the window and fell squarely on Tobirama Senju's face.
As his skin grew uncomfortably warm, he opened his eyes with some difficulty.
Tobirama soon sat up in bed, his face dark.
Last night had been a nightmare for him.
Though days of travel had left his body exhausted and his mind near its limit, he had tossed and turned in bed all night, trying to sleep. He simply couldn't.
Whenever he closed his eyes, Uchiha Makoto's smug face appeared in his mind, mocking him for falling into another trap.
Tobirama refused to believe his elder brother could have learned so easily that Uchiha Madara's funeral would be held in Akatsuki Ninja Village when he had taken every precaution to keep it secret. That naturally evil Uchiha brat, Uchiha Makoto, had to be behind it.
Worse, some members of the Senju Clan might have been deeply involved, secretly passing information to the brat.
Being betrayed by his own clansmen right under his nose sickened him.
Even late into the night, Tobirama remained awake.
Sleep was like that: the more you had on your mind and the harder you forced yourself to close your eyes, the more restless your thoughts became.
At last, unable to bear it any longer, Tobirama pressed his fingers together and delivered a swift chop to the back of his own neck. Everything went black, and he finally slept like a baby.
Of course, that wild method of falling asleep had serious side effects.
Now that he was awake, a dull ache and persistent soreness radiated from the back of his neck.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he rubbed his stiff neck. It took a while for his muddled thoughts to come back into focus.
"Right... 'Konoha Record of Awakening' goes