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It was a quiet, overcast afternoon when Kazuha had returned to Watatsumi.
He couldn’t help but feel like there were more than a dozen eyes on him after returning to the island. Not the kind of gazes that were filled with contempt or caution, more of sympathy. Pity. The kind of gaze he had often seen given to him after his father’s death.
Kazuha's footsteps resonated softly as he walked through the island. The air was thick with an unusual silence, and the gazes of the island inhabitants only confirmed his unease. The atmosphere was vastly different to the loud, bustling sea of noise he was used to, as if the morale had been drained from everyone's souls.
He had begun to feel uneasy, anyone would, especially when he was being given that look . It creates a coil of anxiety inside of him that that sickens him to his very core.
The stares ended as he finished walking through Bourou Village, still the uneasiness stayed, clinging to him.