Well, this is something I'm writing really as an experiment. A change of style. I don't know if it will be good or not, but please review. If it works out, then I'll start on a new chapter.
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July 8th 20XX
Entry 1
It was a sad day. One that I hope I never experience again.
I stood on the forests grounds, staring at the stone which stood in the center. Cold wind blew through the crowd, ruffling my hair and I shivered. The grey bleakness sky did not help improve the weather much either. I was garbed in a full black robe. The other people around me were dressed in a variety of clothing, but all of the same color – somber black. I looked around carefully. There were actually a lot of people gathered; some I know personally some I don't. I had expected somewhat of a lesser crowd. After all, there were so many familiar faces missing.
I glanced around the crowd, trying to find the face of the ones who had returned. My brother, Kiba and Lee were the only ones I could spot. There were more I'm sure, but could not spot them through the crowd. I could have used my Byakugan, but I was apprehensive about it. What if my worst fears were confirmed? What if those three were the only ones left? Then I spotted him. The boy had let his hair down, and the dark blue hair sat just above his shoulders. His face was downcast and his hands firm by his side. I could not tell his expression – perhaps it was regret, perhaps fear, perhaps something else. But I knew that he was sad. Somehow I knew. Maybe it was because the usual glint in his blood red eyes was absent. Maybe it was because of something else. I do not know.
The silence among the crowd was broken – by raindrops. As the clouds broke and it began to rain, my heart matched the weather's mood – sad and depressed. Tsunade- sama walked across the crowd at a stately pace. With each step that touched the ground, my heart raced faster.
Tsunade- sama stopped by the tombstone. She said something, made a speech. But I could not hear her over the pattering raindrops. Her voice was soft. It was as though she was afraid that if she raised her voice, it would break down into rambling sobs.
At the end of her words, Tsunade- sama formed chakra over her fingertips. She paused momentarily, probably to collect herself. Then, below the name Uchiha Obito, she carved the first name onto the stone.
Sharingan Kakashi. She did not carve his real name. It was an act to remember him, both as a friend and an exemplary ninja.
Might Guy. Kakashi's rival, yet his close friend. One of Konoha's greatest ninja too. I watched as Tsunade- sama closed her eyes, her hand hovering over the stone. Then, she opened her eyes and resumed etching the names, never stopping again.
Aburame Shino
Tenten
Iruka Umino
Jiraiya
Sarutobi Asuma
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The list of names continued, and I fought to control my tears with each passing one. But as the last name was etched on, I lost all forms of control. The teardrops rolled down my cheeks, mixing with the raindrops before hitting the ground. I glanced around. Not many people were crying. But the boy – Uchiha Sasuke – was crying. I was surprised. He should be stronger than that. But the tears still rolled down from the corners of his blood red eyes.
Etched on the stone in large, capitalized letters,
UZUMAKI NARUTO