Misty black smoke... Rain clearing the surroundings... A ray of light...
The war is over...
She stands, scanning her horizon. She sighs in relief and in disbelief... It really was over.
A hand reaching out to her, pulling and holding her to a tight embrace...
And then she cries...
It's been exactly two years, 3 months and 8 days ever since the war has ended. Konoha as ever was, is a strong village. Although in process of rebuilding, it has endured the effects of war. Life continued and people in the village remained strong. Somehow, all life returned to a scense of normalcy. The academy, chunin exam and ninja trainings are a still much awaited evenst. Children playing ninja games on the street. Shinobi inside and outside the village still come and go. The faces of the 5 Hokages still stands, towering the village a as a reminder that the Will Of Fire still persists.
She sighs looking at the calendar and at the clock on her table, which reads 6:00 am. It has been this way for her for exactly two years now, waking 30 minutes earlier and just lying on her bed. It's not exactly an indicator of a bored person but she just got used to it. She sighs again while leaving the comfort of her own bed. Thinking to herself, all the chores she needs to do that day. Of course, she already figured out that life has to go on and at that time to go on means to open her shop, water the plants and attend to her customers.
She stumbled on to the shower, taking a long warm bath and still thinking of the things she needs to do. This has been her routine every morning, only minding the things she will need to do this day. She let the warm water streams down on her long blonde hair and she faces the shower as if she is facing the rain. Warm water caressing her skin which is the color of honey. She faced the shower and just let the warm water hit her face while her eyes are closed. Wishing that this will also wash part of her soul. She stayed like this for at least for a while, before finally opening her eyes and stepping out to put a towel on her.
She sighs again walking over the closet to decide which clothes she is going to wear. Gone are the days that she will only wear one set of clothes, her shinobi clothes. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the purple clothes that she once wore. It has faded to a degree of not being recognize as purple anymore. She ignored it and proceed to choose a short and flower blouse. She dressed up, brushed and tied her hair to a poytail, the only way she knows how.
She opened the door of her room and and the empty hall envelopes her. She already has become accustomed to the quitness and emptyness of her house. Her father gone, her mother followed soon after. She already accepted the fact that she was what was left of the great Yamanaka clan.