Video Post - Back from Belly of the Beast
[The screen is still, blades of grass visible on the sides, as if the Hitomi has been tossed onto the ground. Broken light streaming through the treetops obscures anything beyond the grass, until even that is shadowed by a sudden drop of red. A shaking hand appears and feebly wipes it away, leaving a viridian smear.
Minato's face suddenly appears, blurry through the rusty stain of blood, hovering over the screen as if he's keeping himself from collapsing on top of it. His hitai-ate is missing, and long blond bangs--stained with something even darker than humanredness--hang over his pain darkened eyes. Minato grunts and grimaces, before turning his face away to spit something out--a discolored mass of unknown filth.
He takes a shaky breath--a wet sound that gurgles up from his chest--and blood drips from his split lips. He closes his eyes, steadying himself, but the fine trembling of his frame and breath undo his efforts to appear unaffected.]
Am I back? [Minato's questions hoarsely, a muddled mess of hope, suspicion and confusion. Home. Konoha. He needs to get back -
He collapses, the screen obscured by the torn black fabric of his sweater.]
Minato's face suddenly appears, blurry through the rusty stain of blood, hovering over the screen as if he's keeping himself from collapsing on top of it. His hitai-ate is missing, and long blond bangs--stained with something even darker than humanredness--hang over his pain darkened eyes. Minato grunts and grimaces, before turning his face away to spit something out--a discolored mass of unknown filth.
He takes a shaky breath--a wet sound that gurgles up from his chest--and blood drips from his split lips. He closes his eyes, steadying himself, but the fine trembling of his frame and breath undo his efforts to appear unaffected.]
Am I back? [Minato's questions hoarsely, a muddled mess of hope, suspicion and confusion. Home. Konoha. He needs to get back -
He collapses, the screen obscured by the torn black fabric of his sweater.]