How, and for what reason, were we brought here? I almost wish it was my fate, to know that I am here for a reason. But here in this strange world, cause and reason seem disjointed. Can we ever turn back the clock? Can we ever go home? We have started something and are forever more critical pieces in its function. We are the gears which don't mesh, but the machine moves on.

Team 7 discusses the finer points of writing. Crack, but will make you a better author.

Naruto knew something was up the moment he landed in the strange forest; being sucked into the sky should have been his first clue. How's a shinobi supposed to adapt to such a strange new environment? Easy, one step at a time. Status: Indefinite Hiatus.