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| rdfs:comment | - It was morning in the Land of Sound. It was a crisp morning, as the sun's rays had yet to burn off the slight chill of the night before. A slight mist still clung to the earth, hanging softly in the morning light. The sky was clear, and the world seemed calm. It was almost an unreal thought that mere months ago this area had been annihilated under an assault by Extremists. The land had been healed by the combined efforts of civilians and shinobi alike. The city was still in the process of rebuilding, but had been aided from the world around. Where once stood a thriving trade city brought low, now stood a tree of titanic proportions. Construction was being carried out within this tree, carving out living spaces and the like. It was to be the new home of the sound. It was the fruit of the la
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| abstract | - It was morning in the Land of Sound. It was a crisp morning, as the sun's rays had yet to burn off the slight chill of the night before. A slight mist still clung to the earth, hanging softly in the morning light. The sky was clear, and the world seemed calm. It was almost an unreal thought that mere months ago this area had been annihilated under an assault by Extremists. The land had been healed by the combined efforts of civilians and shinobi alike. The city was still in the process of rebuilding, but had been aided from the world around. Where once stood a thriving trade city brought low, now stood a tree of titanic proportions. Construction was being carried out within this tree, carving out living spaces and the like. It was to be the new home of the sound. It was the fruit of the labors of one young Woman. She had spent hours growing the tree that was to house the city. It would be their fortress, their city, their home...
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