Time flies like an arrow, slipping away unnoticed.
Day after day, year after year. Konohagakure had just welcomed early spring when, in the blink of an eye, it was late autumn, the seasons shifting and temperatures intermingling. When tender green buds sprouted once more upon the large locust tree at the village entrance, another spring had arrived.
Having grown two years older, Uchiha Yuka was eating breakfast one morning when a realization suddenly struck her.
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