heaven queen, cover me, in all that blue

I went to bed early last night. Think I actually managed to sleep through the fireworks. Oh well.

I may not go back down to the festival again today. There's nothing new for me to see. Maybe I'll get some training in. I could certainly use it.

Anko-sensei? You set a bad example for your students. That's all I have to say.

HI ROKUDAIME-SAMA. THIS IS ME WRITING IN MY JOURNAL. AREN'T I A GOOD BOY??

Sorry. I had to get that off my chest. Apologies to the Hokage. You know how us kids are.

Training this morning. I think my sensei is making an honest attempt on my life. Not that I can't clear any danger with ease. [Let it be known to the reader at this point that there are two tiny dried splotches of blood on the bottom right corner of the page.] Good workout. For real.

I think I broke my headset. Again.

Festival tomorrow. Not sure how to feel about it.

( The following letter is dated two years ago, and addressed to one Uchiha Sasuke. It is crumpled and stashed away in a hidden compartment on the underside of Konohamaru's nightstand - never sent. )

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