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..The heat.
It reminds me too much of those old days of Konoha...the summers..the nights with the humidity thick as pitch, where one could cut it with a kunai, as well as one could flay flesh.
It brings back unbidden memories. Of days I'd rather forget. Days dried up, days fallen, like so many dead leaves upon a path in the Autumn. Like a dying song, its final strains floating across the chilled air of winter, these memories are straining to be remembered, before the snow falls, and they die away forever.
I turned completely from Konoha. I meant to burn it to the ground, and salt the earth, turning all it stood for, and any memory I had of it into ashes never reborn. But, like a phoenix, it rose, clumsily at first, but regaining, feeding itself once again with the fires that set to destroy it in the first place. A neverending cycle of death and rebirth.
..This very cycle is the one I wished to break. But, will it resist being broken? There has got to be a way to destroy the rhythm. There always is. Every problem has a solution, and every system has a point that, if broken, sends the rest of it spiraling into oblivion as well.
In the notes the previous incarnation of me left to this place, I've discovered so much. Maybe it is time to rekindle some old fires of my own...and reform the alliances that my previous self had held.
This may, in turn, answer all questions that had since eluded me.
The time has come once more for work.