White on Blue

If the faint sunlight falling on my face, the sound of birds chirping, and the noise from the hustle and bustle of people on the streets were anything to go by, it was going to be another beautiful d-...

Wait a second, people on the streets!? Who are these people!? Last I remembered, I slept in my house where I was alone, and it was nowhere near a market street.

'What the hell is going on!!?'

I quickly open my eyes, and an unfamiliar ceiling welcomes me. I look to my side and lo and behold, it's a cozy traditional Japanese room. I sit up and try to get off the bed... keyword: try, because the moment one of my feet is off the bed, I hear a weird sound. I look down to find the source, and after what I saw, I fall right back down. "*Sigh..." The whole floor is a mess — trash bags, ramen, clothes, toilet paper, books, scrolls...

Scrolls...!?????

This time, I dash right out of bed and pick up that scroll to read what it's about. It's written in Japanese, and I have no idea what the content is... or at least, that's how it should have been. I can read it perfectly and understand what it means. It's a scroll about basic hand seals.

I zoom past the bed and slide open the windows next to it. "Wowww..." I couldn't close my jaws after taking in what I just saw. I slump down on my bed, marvelling at the beauty of this land, trying to engrave this scene into my mind. It's the same land I have watched hundreds of times, if not more. And yet, it still feels new.

It's the Dreamland of most, if not all, of the otakus. That's right. It's the "Village of the Hidden Leaf", Konohagakure.