( It is late. The sun has fallen so deep into the horizon that his shadow stretches out far before him like the gnarled branches of a weary, long-lived tree. He stares at it as he walks, almost wondering if it is a merely a shade or a true reflection. )

{ooc: This dream occurs on March 15 following this log. If your character was not in the game at the time, they would not have been able to see this. All responses/calls to Itachi will go straight to voicemail.}

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( It's for the good of Konoha. )