Prologue: The Fabled Journey

Konoha usually bustled with activity: kids roamed the streets playing all types of games, adults drank and celebrated to their heart's content, and a variety of other festivities that people engaged in. Today was the exception. Out of nowhere, a torrential downpour drenched the streets of the village, forcing all of these people inside except one: Sannoto Senju, the merriest of them all. Yet again, today was the exception. He hurriedly scurried along the alleys of Konoha to avoid the lightning strikes that often targeted him. He blinked, and images filled his mind. He had found her lying on the ground; her body was still. At first, he thought it was bad dream, but for him dreams always came true. It was his only curse. Now, he only had one goal, to find the responsible.

He entered the manor and walked up the stairs, passing by the people with a nod as they offered up his condolences, before finally reaching his destination. Standing outside the hokage's door, his knuckled slammed against the wood, and it responded with a thunderous knock. He didn't wait for an answer before entering however, and she sat at her desk, almost as if she expected him to come. Sannoto sat their silently for a few moments, simply staring, then his thoughts materialized into words: "Why didn't you come?" He didn't let his tone radiate pain. "I know she wasn't your mother, but she was important to this country." He remained formal. "She was important to this village." A hint of betrayal echoed with his words. "She was important to me." His tone did not betray his emotions. He was hurt, and with that last statement she knew it.