KONOHA
The trail to Konoha was surrounded by tall trees, the evening light passed through the leaves in golden tones. The wind blew constantly, stirring up the smell of earth and wood. Among the green, a silhouette appeared. The white-haired boy walked with firm steps. The wind ruffled the long strands over his eyes, while the scythe on his back reflected brief flashes of light. The athletic body and straight posture were not vanity — they were survival. The look did not show curiosity, but calculation. In front, the large gates of the town, with the Folha symbol in the center. Guards watched attentively. Leaves swirled around his feet, the air heavy, as if the village itself sensed his arrival. He stopped, analyzed walls, towers, exits… then the roofs and life beyond the walls. A place he didn't know. The wind lifted his hair. He took another step. 🍃
About KONOHA
The trail to Konoha was surrounded by tall trees, the evening light passed through the leaves in golden tones. The wind blew constantly, stirring up the smell of earth and wood. Among the green, a silhouette appeared. The white-haired boy walked with firm steps. The wind ruffled the long strands over his eyes, while the scythe on his back reflec...Read more