Belated"Okay. So when Mommy comes in, I give her the flower and greet her. Right, Dad?"Kakashi sighed as subtly as he can. It was the eleventh time Sakumo verified with him what he was supposed to do. But he knew that his four year old son was just excited. "Exactly," Kakashi said.Sakumo giggled with delight as he sat on his father's lap, gingerly holding a flower by the stem. Kakashi had been the one to bring the flower home. They were waiting for Rin inside the house, sitting near the door."And what do I do after I give Mommy the flower?" the boy asked."Hmmm. Maybe you can kiss her or give her a hug," Kakashi replied. Sakumo had also asked that same question before and Kakashi saw how his son seems to be thinking carefully what to do. "Maybe I can give her a popsicle?""That would be nice as well," Kakashi said with a smile. The boy giggled again, becoming more and more restless.Finally, Kakashi heard the faint sound of the doorknob turning and whispered to his son that his mom has arr
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2It was the only dead tree in those parts. It stood on top of what is now known as Hokage Mountain but it's been there way before the faces were carved on the mountain's stone, way before Konohagakure no Sato was built upon the mountain's foot. The tree's dry and leafless boughs still spread out from it's solid trunk. But slowly, little by little, the once mighty tree was crumbling down. Towering like it's other companions, it was still grand and beautiful even in death. The tree's death started several years ago, on a stormy day, not that long in the reckoning of trees. See, unlike other living things, a tree does not die instantly. It dies leaf by leaf, root by root, ever so slowly. A tree this old had gone through thousands of stormy days. It was the same story everytime: dark skies, strong winds, rain that seemed to never end, thunder, lightning.On that particular stormy day, if one will look closely, upon the top of this towering tree that stood on top of Hokage Mounta