"Another civilization?" Tobirama Senju sat on the windowsill, staring thoughtfully at the notes in his hand. Though he had little time during the day, it was enough for him to glimpse a corner of this world.
The tower's drastic change had clearly included him as well. Unlike Karin and the other girl, Tobirama had followed the notes' instructions during the day and found an unfinished building before nightfall. Though the building did not look particularly safe, it was at least a room, and he could stay here safely until dawn.
"Go home before dark."
"Maybe many people were born with the same face?"
"Why are eggs always cooked?"
"Eat."
"Blind birds, man-eating tigers, wooden people..."
These hints were scattered across every corner of the notes. The handwriting was exceedingly messy, and there was no connection between the passages at all; they could not be linked into a sentence. Tobirama had not given them much thought when he first read through them. The information he could understand alone had already been enough to digest for a long time, let alone since this was not reality.
Go home before dark—Tobirama withdrew the hand he had extended outside. As though it had passed through a dimensional pocket, his arm slowly reappeared. Faintly, he seemed to smell a trace of blood on that hand.
"..."
That was obviously not good news. Tobirama had not left his hand outside for long. It seemed that "outside" might contain a battlefield, or perhaps a pile of corpses... Could these hints have some other purpose?
What truly concerned Tobirama was that, setting aside the question of why these words existed, their writing style was extremely similar to his own.
It was just that Tobirama could not imagine what sort of mental state he would need to be