Strolling down the roads of Konoha was not a new thing; he'd been doing it since he could remember. But back then, it was out of duty, always hypervigilant, always on the watch-out for the enemy. More often than not, he remembered, he was also watching out for anything he could have said or done lest someone should get the wrong idea. Building up that trust had taken nearly a lifetime, and now, looking up at the Hokage mountain from where he stood, Kagami smiles proudly. He'd been around before Konoha had come to be, and he was one of the few who still remembered what it was like to be Uchiha, both within and without the clan, and later, as part of the village.

Who knew that he'd live to see an Uchiha's face carved on that rock, looking down on the village, watching over them? Besides protecting Konoha, that had always been a dream.

So there he was, standing in the middle of the busy road, not a care in the world for the old lady (much older than him!) trying to cross around him, or the little kid chasing a ball and headed straight towards his knee. ...Not to mention, there was quite the laden cabbage cart coming his way and the poor guy pushing it towards the market place was having trouble seeing past the pile of cabbages to even notice the shinobi there.