As Ryozan stood by the gate to Konoha, he sensed a sudden surge of chakra, likely caused by some artificial source. His hand hovered gingerly over the hilt of his blade, and his legs wanted to dash into battle, but he was not permitted to move. Slaying some stray groups of Imperial soldiers was one thing, but there was no way he would be able to justify participating in an organized attack to Takeo when the time came. This was his punishment, and yet this is what he had been doing for the past six months. His comrades were fighting for their home and, if all went well, they would return heroes. And what was he doing? He understood now why Takeo was so disgusted with him; it felt disgusting to sit here and watch with the ability to do something, but not the will. He only hoped that he hadn't learned this lesson too late...