[ Konoha is hard at work in the fields, when the call comes in. She's been hard at work in the fields every single day this last moon, striving to find some sort of purpose in a world that isn't hers, that feels too big for her no matter how the Natural Soul tries to warp her body into one that belongs there. The farm was coming along, it was getting closer and closer to harvest, and there was so much you could find to do, if you were desperate not to think about poisoned rocks and being trapped far from home.
But the sun starts to go down, and she has to finish up. She'd sent the other farmhand home early that day, so it's just her, washing dirt off her legs and hands, repacking her bag and-
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But the sun starts to go down, and she has to finish up. She'd sent the other farmhand home early that day, so it's just her, washing dirt off her legs and hands, repacking her bag and-
Oh, a message on the Syntrofos.]