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Out of all the times Naruto had to talk, he had to do it know. I wanted to talk to him, but I needed this time to myself. If I didn't meditate, I would be a complete mess. Besides, Naruto would understand right? "Naruto, please. Is it okay if I just have a few minutes of silence?" I ask him politely. I can't see his reaction. I continue to meditate, clearing my mind of my past. Of my dad, more specifically, of my Dad in his deathbed, and of my Dad getting buried.
I imagined myself training with my dad again. We were practicing the Mantis style. It was a unique style that I was quite fond of because it was unorthodox. For some reason, I always related to it.
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