[ The thought is everything and Houou is quietly stunned for a moment, unable to form thought, let alone a sentence and something about him softens; something that even Houou isn't aware of.
Every fibre of him misses the feeling of belonging he had with his village, his family - they are all of them born to die, but the lack of a fair fight will haunt him to his second final rest - Naruto though, practically vibrates with hope and promise.
That kind of confidence is infectious and maybe its the drink, maybe it's speaking in his own tongue, or maybe its just Kawauso's influence shining through, but Houou lets himself smile, lets himself hope even if it's just the smallest amount. ]
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Every fibre of him misses the feeling of belonging he had with his village, his family - they are all of them born to die, but the lack of a fair fight will haunt him to his second final rest - Naruto though, practically vibrates with hope and promise.
That kind of confidence is infectious and maybe its the drink, maybe it's speaking in his own tongue, or maybe its just Kawauso's influence shining through, but Houou lets himself smile, lets himself hope even if it's just the smallest amount. ]
...I will hold you to that, Naruto-kun