"Konoha?" There was a way back to Konoha? Genma snapped back out of his second flashback, the only trace remaining the chill he shivered with despite the lazy heat in the air.
The tea revived him further, and Aiko's reappearance brought with it only that same initial puzzled feeling of recognition, as if somewhere, maybe in some other lifetime, Genma had known her. He grinned and thanked her and winked when she blushed and caught his eye.
"So... I can go home or I can go to Konoha and they aren't the same place?" Because Konoha was home, had always been home. In those few days with Raidou on Namoka, whenever he'd whimpered he wanted to go home, Konoha was where he meant.