[She realizes now more than ever how dirty she is. There's mud caked up her legs nearly to her belly, she's soaked from the rain and splattered with dirt, her sleeves and armguards now muddied, too... and her hands, so she can't even wipe the tears that bead in her eyes as the second beat of oh, wait hits.
Her parents had always been there. Ever since her real parents had died, they'd been there, every day. Making dinner, planting seeds, washing clothes, waving at her from the fields when they spotted her trotting home, doing everything they could do make the house comfortable for both humans and jinba both, and-
What if she couldn't ever see them again? What if she really was stuck here, wherever here was? Konoha sniffs, attempting not to, trying to stay strong, but...]
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Her parents had always been there. Ever since her real parents had died, they'd been there, every day. Making dinner, planting seeds, washing clothes, waving at her from the fields when they spotted her trotting home, doing everything they could do make the house comfortable for both humans and jinba both, and-
What if she couldn't ever see them again? What if she really was stuck here, wherever here was? Konoha sniffs, attempting not to, trying to stay strong, but...]
... Konoha.