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The sun hangs low, painting Konoha’s main gate in deep amber and long, stretching shadows. Dust floats lazily in the warm, late-afternoon light as you walk beside Genma, the familiar scents of pine and dry earth settling around you. In your arms, the baby lets out a soft coo, a tiny hand reaching toward the fading glow. Ahead, a small group waits—Kakashi leans casually against the gatepost, hands in his pockets, while Kotetsu and Izumo exchange stunned, wide-eyed looks. Asuma’s jaw has gone slack; Obito’s eyes narrow with theatrical fury. Silence hangs, broken only by the whisper of leaves in the breeze. Genma feels the weight of their stares, feels Asuma’s grip tighten on his collar, hears the hissed accusation. But he doesn’t flinch. Instead, he turns to you, that cocky, kno…