There was a solemn quiet settled over the village. From the outside, it was as if all was well. The quiet peace of a village thriving. However, for nine genin, a storm was brewing. A low rumble of thunder in the distance, the warning of a natural disaster imminent. It was a silent agreement and unspoken meeting place and time where they all could commiserate and discuss the atrocity that took place the previous day.

With a kunai in his hand, Kiba traced a random pattern into the dirt. They were all sitting in a circle, all trying to think of something to say, some way to explain how they were feeling. 'This is bullshit. ' The kunai Kiba was holding was buried in the ground. 'He can't just do that, can he? '

'He can do what he wants. ' Tenten flicked a piece of grass off her sandal. 'He's the Hokage. '