Prompt 1:
 t's probably been at least a little while since you managed to climb out of the well, so hopefully you've dried off by now and are enjoying poking around the Town. But who cares about all of that? More importantly, the Town has a new feature this time, for reasons entirely unknown to everyone.
The flowers...seem to be talking. They have no faces, but they will definitely turn to talk to you, and if they have had their color restored, they will very brightly and contentedly compliment you, or your clothing, or wish you well.
If they haven't? Prepare yourself for all sorts of horrible, horrible insults, because that's all that's coming your way.
Prompt 2:
 ow are you settling in? Is the Town treating you well? It's not as bad as it used to be; some of the houses have color, some of the food has color and taste as well. It's been polished up a bit since everyone first got here.
Granted, when you wake up that morning to find yourself in full fancy wear of many different types (all colorless, and gender has nothing to do with which you might end up in), you'll find that the Town might not be as well put together as it seems.
You can't get out of the formal wear. It just won't come off, no matter what you do. Which wouldn't be so bad, but... it seems like these clothes will snag on just about everything in the Town, which is far from smooth. Try not to trip over those loose cobblestones, or your dress snagging on a nail sticking out from a door frame. This is really not the place for this sort of clothing.
Prompt 3:
e loves me, he loves me not... that's a pretty familiar game, right? For some reason, the urge to pick one of those flowers and casually pluck the petals from it while playing that game is going to grow stronger and stronger the more flowers you see. Eventually? You're just going to have to cave to it.
(Certainly it doesn't help that the flowers scream a bit when you pull their petals; they still can talk right now, after all!)
She loves you, she loves you not...and by the time you've picked the last petal, you've forgotten who you were even thinking of originally -- instead, the very next person you see is going to be the victim of a very impassioned declaration of love. Don't worry, you'll come back to yourself...after you declare your undying love for everyone to hear.
Prompt 4:
 ut no matter how many people tell you not to go into the forest, however, it's still rather enticing, isn't it? It's sitting right there, waiting for you to explore it, waiting for you to just step a little bit out of the Town...
And soon, you're surrounded by the dark boughs of the trees, the twisty, turny paths of the woods, where it feels like you're wandering in circles for hours upon hours --
And then, after ages of tree branches yanking at your hair and roots tripping you up, you find a clearing.
And in that clearing? There's a field of flowers. They're colorless -- strangely eerie because of it, but still distinctly recognizable to the flower familiar as Asphodel. And touching any single one of those flowers will suddenly give you vivid memories of one of your precious friends -- so long as they're dead. Anyone around you is going to experience that flash of memory too, so be careful!
Extra:
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His gaze gets hawkish when Naruto gets closer, and he wonders if even his skilled eyes would be fooled by some kind of genjutsu this town is capable of performing.] Ch. [No.
This was definitely Naruto.] Better old than a brat. [Had they really been this rude??? Awful.
He vanishes before his body even begins to move to stand, and he reappears on the ground a foot behind Naruto with the same blurred quietness. There have been plenty of times he could see Naruto in Boruto, but never any times to see it the other way around. Here, now, he can tell how much they're related. Boruto is absolutely Naruto's son.] You can ignore the flowers.
Unless you plan to fight them just because they called you a knucklehead.
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He doesn't even really have a response, because he's that mad and confused and.. and weirdly relieved??... that he can't process the brain power required to form words. In fact when Sasuke appears behind him and Naruto swivels to face him, to listen to the answers he's not really giving, there's only one thing Naruto can do.
He swings for him, one of those balled fists goes flying through the air with.. pretty much all the might he's got in him. It's as though he's a kid, acting out because he doesn't understand something, or maybe he's scratching an itch that's been a long time coming. The time he's from, after all, is a time when Sasuke kind of deserves a good smack. ]
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Naruto comes, and Sasuke allows it. He's aware he deserved much more than simply a good smack. He probably should let Naruto punch him. It would feel good, justified. It might make this meeting go a little more smoothly.
But Naruto didn't get to be Hokage by having it easy.
So instead, Sasuke grabs Naruto by the wrist with the fist an inch from his face. It's real. He's real, solid. There's a surprising amount of power behind the grip, but it doesn't constrict painfully or suffocate the anger of the punch. The hit is stopped, and the power rolls by, rustling the collar of the cloaked jacket and blowing the dark hair from his face.
Two eyes peer around the knuckles, and one is a rinnegan.]
You're going to have to get a lot stronger than this if you plan to stop me, Naruto.