Tobirama sat, breathing deeply and silently, letting the sounds of the forest lull him into stillness. The sun filtered through the leaves around him but failed to warm him, and water burbled along the creek as the cicadas sang their song into the evening air.

The melancholy sound of their call never failed to remind him of the man who had created this - all of this - and Tobirama released his thoughts into the green of the world, "Anija, I miss you."