<br/>That was a most interesting way of looking at it, scarifice leafs to keep the flame of the village going on. They had done what they had to have done to keep things strong, just as Obito, and just as his father had done both before this moment. He remained quiet as he stood there somber as normal for the great shinobi, and quiet, thinking back on past days mostly, days with himself, Rin, Obito and Minato working on some random easy mission, Obito asking a million and one questions of him as they did it.<br/><br/>"Well, I guess it is all over, for now, something tells me, that this day, is going to have a large impact on how things work from here on out," he mused out loud as he remained stoically looking out. "I figure they will explain everything that happened in the morning, and we best be ready for that, I am a sure, there will be a need of a large time for grieving tomorrow, and the next few for the heroes whom died to protect the fire of Konoha," he said not so loud, but loud enough to be heard.<br/><br/>He took a seat and waited, pulling out a book, that he had, and starting to read it, it was the book, that Jiraya wrote first, the one who the kid was to be named afters main character. The one failure of all the books that the great Jiraya had ever wrote in his whole entire life. A fitting book, that he happened to have on him, when Minato let him borrow it to read. Not as good as the others, but still a good read. Something to do while passing the time, till they got out.