Land of Fire, high in the sky.
Super Whirlwind Style Two spread its wings and soared, chasing stars and moon through the clouds as it flew freely, letting out piercing eagle cries from time to time that shook the heavens.
Haku gripped the platinum-gold eagle feathers tightly with both hands, his cheeks flushed red with excitement. "Big Brother Houka, look! So high, so high!"
"Hold on tight. Don't fall." Houka stretched lazily, then turned to look down at the earth, feeling as though his very spirit had been elevated.
Uchiha Shisui had already returned to his original appearance, but unfortunately, his eyes were wrapped in bandages, leaving him unable to see the scenery below.
"Don't look so grim. From now on, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky high enough for birds to fly," Houka suddenly said as he turned back to him.
Uchiha Shisui sighed. "I'm just worried about what's happening with the clan."
Houka snorted. "Didn't you trust Uchiha Itachi? You even gave him your Mangekyou, and you were willing to commit suicide so he could awaken his Mangekyou. Since you've gone that far, just treat yourself as already dead."
"I just can't stop worrying," Uchiha Shisui said. "The Land of Snow is so far away. I may never come back in this lifetime."
"Don't worry. There'll be opportunities to return. After all, the future will be very exciting."
As long as he reclaimed the Kotoamatsukami Mangekyou from Danzo, Uchiha Shisui would immediately become an exceptionally powerful fighter, bound to shine in the future.
As for the vast distance to the Land of Snow...
Houka stroked Super Whirlwind Style Two's feathers, wondering if the fellow was already in his teens and about old enough to mate.
Once a new generation of Ninja Hawks