The angry crackle of fire and booming crash of felled trees raged in the distance, spitting sparks and ash into the air, sending pieces of earth flying in all directions; soot settled heavily over the ground, splashed like so much ink from a broken well. Smoke thick as oil hung low over all within sight and further, a suffocating haze that smudged out blurry silhouettes in the distance and made every breath acrid and stinging. In every direction, all your (e/c) eyes could find was destruction. Chaos. Ruin.
What had happened to your home while you were gone...?
It had been a long time since you'd left Konoha on your training journey. You'd left the Land of Fire on a journey toward the West, venturing past the Land of Wind and far past the village of Suna. Weeks into the journey you'd found yourself in the Land of Rivers, filled with small villages of no more than ten people in some cases, and there you'd decided to settle for nearly a year. When you'd departed, Konoha was thriving, ever