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  <title>[RL in Water Country]</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Minato felt old. Technically from what he had gathered, roughly fifteen years had passed since his death. Physically, it seemed he had not even aged a day since the moment his heart had stopped.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Mentally… he felt a hundred years old.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;This was probably why the dead generally didn’t come back to life, he realised upon reflection. The notion made his lips quirk slightly. The almost-smile died quickly though. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;He wasn’t out of the woods. Not by a long shot. Minato had no idea how he was here, and though he was slowly getting to grips with where here&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; and that he was indeed actually alive, all were overshadowed by the prospect that he might not be acting of his own free will.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Minato did not want to go back to Konoha whilst harbouring danger. Minato might have been a bit hot-headed but when it came to his home... he took no chances. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;They were coming though. With an escort. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;He knew there would be some faces he never thought he’d see again. Some faces he never thought he’d see; period. One he had wanted to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;It was just… surreal. It was the epitome of surreal for Minato. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Dead was dead. He had made his peace, such as it was. He had known the cost. He had been willing and able to pay it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Coming back though. He really had never factored that into anything.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;What did you do, once you came back? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Minato eyed the small room with something like a rueful grimace. It was dusty and a little dark, small to be sure, but it was warm and dry. It was all he needed really. He had been paying the kindly old lady who had nearly had a heart attack on finding him, by doing chores. Things that she herself could not manage. He had … arrived with neither clothing nor money to his name. Just that. His name. His memories. And the distinct realisation that he was alive again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;He figured this was the least he could do as a repayment but…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Map. First thing, he needed to get to where he intended to go. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;And from there. Well, Minato figured it would come to him. Eventually.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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