Prompt #1: Pomp
When he took his seat in the chair men far greater than he had once delivered judgement or punishment, he could not see the celebration.
He could not feel the thumps of congratulations, he did not hear the swarms of people cheering infront of him. They needed something to celebrate for, some sign of birth from the ashes. He understood this.
The title weighed heavily on his head.
He had never asked for this. Just like he had never asked for Obito to turn into a monster, or Rin to impale herself on his Lightning Cutter. He never wanted to sit in the seat the Uchiha had died for or kill the gentle girl who found it in her to love him.
The pomp rings in his hollow ears. If they need some sign of birth from the ashes; he would give it to them. He would at least try to do that right.