Meh, three months are already up for me. First that annoying Nor'Easter rolled up on my state. Truth be told, Sandy kinda sucked! In my part of the state, there were just harsh winds and light rain. Supposedly the eye of the storm evaded past un-affected areas. (Rain wise) I can recall that both Atlantic city and the Jersey shore got totaled, including Delaware, Maryland, and other places surrounding the garden state.

But not to worry though, I had at least a week off from school. Spent my time chilling, finishing off two chapters. Sad part is that there's extra days added towards the current semester. Either way I'm pleased that mother nature spared my family! Don't really care that Halloween got postponed till Saturday after the storm.

Hardly even paid mind to the fifty/seventy percent off seasonal candy.

Besides, I'm kinda still obsessed with mint nougat anyhow..


Surreptitious Ninja Cat

3. Intense prenatal training mechanisms

Mild temperatures flow throughout Konoha's many forests. Day by day, troubled children and other young adults were growing numb by their parents constant nagging centered around not being able to venture out doors when the sun plays hide and seek with a half covered moon. That exact statement supposedly gotten drilled into each mindset, heightening survival skills revolving around warmth and protection. Except this didn't prevent Itachi's goal; centered mainly on building further shinobi experiences.

For many scarce moments he'd been spending time with the Uchiha-sensei. Once those hours are well spent, the lad is left with little resting time, and instead used up any remaining freedom on intense missions when called into action. At the same time he's been struggling on immunity sufficiency, battling signs of early weather shifting into its yearly cycle. During that time, Madara hadn't felt pleased at an earlier comment mentioning on how that the old coot didn't allow his son any access inside a training facility during these wee hours.

Sadly, Fugaku's wife might have some influence on the derision as well. Not to worry though. In no time at all, said young solider will function as an extremely violent no shit taking killing machine. But for now, Madara will remain tasked in dealing with an infinite amount of screw ups until his young protegé fully understands each play by-play. But during this first time around, it's not like there weren't any punishments optional for every chaotic moment.

As a result, the young trainee truly hated the constant errors in his ways since there always been some type of taunting waiting in the opposite wing. Furthermore, a rather amusing fact was how he cannot even think about sizing up that little hair ball hacker. Yes indeed, the perpetrator or in more simpler terms... is a feline.

Even if Itachi's labeled successful after tracking her down near the quarter ending, next time around he'll be struggling to look for her because of that lone hawk eye watching every fragile movement being made. Simply that didn't prevent her from joining in all the fun. Like usual, her body slithered across the secretive grounds like a snake. Further comical movements involved heavy predator characteristics on both prowling and advancing to higher places, carefully positioned on tree branches in look out mode.

Except today there's hardly been any victims flickering under the young feline's radar. While time passed her by, slowly the excitement drawn up comes to an end. Rather bored with everything so far, Sakura flips over on the right side of her body. Staring up at the clear blue sky, each muscles masked in the depths of her face relaxes in a calm state. On whim her dual emerald irises started closing.

Angled in the same spot for only a few minutes into the afternoon, intense chest movements blowing up like a balloon signaled rest. Continuously the kitten kept waking up. Remaining still for a sterile moment, only her tail made partial movement; waving back and forth like a skinny folded paper fan. Even though the minimal weather in these parts of the forest became a challenge for human beings, any felis catus usually won't have any problems keeping cool.

Rather bored by the repeating slumber cycle, Sakura gazes over the shoulder, glancing at her new friend. A few feet into the forest, the ageless young teen kept his ground against a round of projectile weapons. Now he's usually only nice to her, but strict when it comes to his pupil's training.

"You lack patience when dealing turns " Madara explains in a few minutes, carrying on coolly. "That might possible improve invasion from an enemies down pour of strict combat."

Collapsing to the ground below his feet, "I..I.. know.." Itachi wheezes out, finding it difficult to breathe. "W-what should we do about it?"

Watching a fair distance away from the shortcoming, barely communicating with the fallen nin. watching the younger Uchiha cough up an invisible lung. Up in trees nearby, Sakura's eyes widened in fear. Uh-oh, that's it. He's done it now. Madara wouldn't give him anymore hints to how he should improve for the questions. Sakura's eyes went soft in guilt and sadness.

Why must he be so hard on the younger boy?

Generally, the kid still qualifies as the newer generation.

But ignoring Itachi's countless struggles so he could figure out the error in his ways isn't the right method to do. Parting both lips, an audio-able a sharp cry explodes. Pain continues erupting as multiple kunais sail from many hidden spots in the forest. The boy's body get's impaled by the sharp knives as he is unable to dodge it in time. He wasn't able to keep up and caved down to the ground on his hands and knees in pain.

"Why must all this.. become so difficult..?" Itachi hisses, pitch seeped in frustration.

"Well, the answer is quite simple. You aren't made for this type of procedure."

The boy's eyes narrow in anger. "I refuse to accept any further pitiful comments.. " he spoke shakily, barely agreeable with the title scarred on his skull.

Noticing a spike of frustration, "Where are those pills your doctor prescribed? Each pill supply more focus and concentration for every day activities." suggested the elder Uchiha.

Shaking his head in denial, "I refuse any of this pills. The side effects makes me.. crazy!" Itachi carries on, hinting on the last part.

Rather annoyed by the defiance, "Boy oh, boy..." Madara groans, rubbing scattered temples resting sides of his face with the tips of his clothed fingers. "How about something else? In exchange for new life order, I will teach you the Shunshin no jutsu."

Brightening up from the positivity, "My cousin mastered that skill ages ago."

"Oh really now?" said male replies sarcastically, picking off leaves stapled to a branch. "I had no idea..."

"Mm-hmm.. in no time at all he's going to teach me some stuff on that too." Itachi adds, placing both hands behind the back of his head. "Then in the future I'll even surpass my father..."

"How interesting." the man replies lazily, "Keep those stories for your children's children, not an old fool like me." Taking a short pause, Madara notices shadows shrinking into the bark. " Ignore the nibbling day light. We will keep going until dusk."

Looking away in another direction, "Alright, Shisou..." he mouthed slowly.

Mustering enough strength for further steps, Madara's weight suddenly halts. Situated in high alert, the man attempts to fight off boiling odd amounts of shock circulating all around his body. Did that little brat just call him a teacher? This mentor-figure? No, a title like that brings subtle insanity. Allowing the name to sink in, he manages to chuckle by himself. Obviously Itachi doesn't know what's going on. What exactly will be taught to this boy is very confidential information that not even the council would want anybody to know about.

But for now, he will keep training the younger Uchiha until he's ready to act on code and honor. While Madara stares into space and Itachi continued to fight a few clones, a young Sakura grows restless. Why isn't he playing with her? She felt jealous. The kitten got up on all four of her paws and trudged over near her master. She sat at the low bottom of the rock and voiced a soft mewl to alert him of her presence.

Descending his partial gaze, "What's up with the irritable entrance?" the break in-mastermind questions calmly.

Lowering down on her stomach, 'There isn't any! Just wanna roll up next to you for some num-nums.' Sakura transmitted, wiggling her nose like rabbit.

Emitting a short chuckle at the random conversation, Madara lifts up his right hand, petting her subconsciously. Still rather annoyed, the moody aura fades as the cat purrs in content while his hand massaged each sensitive spot hidden behind the cat's ears. Her eyes weren't exactly closed as she kept her vision on the little boy training in the clearing.

Then suddenly, her face twists into sorrowful guilt filled with worry as she gazes continuously.

Itachi has passed out.

xX-Xx-xX-Xx

Red clouds surged across every roof top mapped out in the entire district. Landing mid way on a stretched building, an orange tint gleamed in the bright moonlight. The distinct warm color remained in tact, giving off the trespasser's specific location. Curious onlookers immediately stopped functioning in their nightly affairs to look up at the source of said mysterious glint. Some would bob their shoulders up and down, shrugging off the strangeness or cower in fear from this odd phenomenon.

Even though Madara shrouded his lean body in the nightly shadows, he wasn't out of the woods just yet. Waiting patiently until the coast was clear, an award with zero complications followed after wards. Slipping out of the shadows, a visual insight appeared seemed glued in the nuke's arms.

His victim was neither a rogue, parent, pet, or senior citizen. Cradled in a passed out posture, Itachi kept presumably quiet throughout the entire ride. If a doctor in their office wing picked up on the weak aura lingering outdoors, he would break out into action. Thus attempting to track that human time bomb down. Upon reaching the fainted male, a simple hypothesis could rule out an aftermath of deprive energy from working way over the limit.

The best bet at combating this perhaps could be a water break beforehand, which could have saved the boy. Signing deeply, he glances downwards. A lone villager had escaped from the stimulus flock, subconsciously gazing up at him the entire time. Moving in reverse in complete shock, the random stranger runs out of the area, vanishing without a trace.

But this truly wasn't the end. Taking a chance anyhow, he takes a few steps further. Crossing over the roof corner, the man casually strolls around the side of the hospital. Said partner lets out a strained mew, rather tired from sitting still, then leaps off his shoulder.

Shaking violently, 'Is there a rest stop near by? Cause I need to gooooo...' the kitten strained with a rusty meow, fur bristling like sharp tooth-brush quills.

"What the hell are you blubbering on about?" he growled, not too sure of all the shouting. "Now's not the time to leak fluids.."

Tilting her head up with wide desperation filled eyes, 'Don't make me kitty scratch your eye ball!' she counters, staring with longing of approval.

Huffing softly in content, "Fine, fine...try and hold off from soiling the floor."

Before long, another human being swings out from around the corner. Dressed in assigned medic duds like the current medical staff, said young man distances himself further from the western medic wing. Skidding in surprise, his shoulders tenses up in fear, cheeks puffing out like a squirrel with acorns clogged up on each side of it's cheeks. Any moment now the puny idiot was going to holler. Madara rolled his eye in annoyance at the predictable sequence.

For a short period they inhabit the empty hall way.

He couldn't stand there forever. After all, Itachi still needed medical attention.

"Good day to you sir." Madara greeted casually. "How are you fairing on this bright sunny day?"

If he were standing there wearing a top hat, the opening layer fastened onto a cranium dips downwards in silent greeting...then used as a weapon of course.

But sadly, his arms remained taken up, enabling his inability to care about switching up the playing field.

Said office grunt surrendered the most dopest stare, "Duddeee..um, it's still evening time?" he slurred lazily. An unexpected energy rose in temperature, freaking the guy out. "Fucking that..You stay r-right there! I'm gonna get the authorities."

Nothing but a snort slithered out from beyond said visitor's mask. Getting ready to lift his feet off the tiles, Madara's ear drums rang as feet shuffled a few halls back.

stumbled Large numbers of ANBU, including lower rank shrubs wiling to take down their opponent. With moving, Madara sends them off in a hypnotizing jutsu.

The men and women stumble around in a drunk like fashion and even bump into each other. Madara watches in amusement as the Konoha nins fall over in unconsciousness resulting him in a flash step through the open window. He waits patiently for the feline, who flies in like a flying squirrel.

Talk of the town float around outside. "He went in there! Everybody, move in!"

Madara moves quickly, not willing to be caught at the scene of the crime once this, break in procedure's been accomplished. the elder Uchiha places the boy down on the visible bed he could find; located on the third floor. While he wraps the blanked around the boy's lower body, he speaks in a wake of hurt.

Reaching over by his chest, grabbing at the clothes stitched to his skin, "Shisou.. w-where.. did you take me?"

"I've relocated your collapsed form into a nearby healing facility." he quoted rather quickly. "And to answer another question...The remaining charka stored within your system slowly starting wearing out while you were training."

"Was I actually close to death?" said patient questions in disbelief. Earning a nod, he slamming his fists onto the sheets. "I'm so stupid!"

"Don't brand your self with such a negative term. Just need to spend more time shaping out your style." the long wandering member suggests casually, "Do you understand?"

Itachi parts both lips out, "Thought I already found out my nindo..." he spoke quietly, ending with a light laugh, coughing slightly.

Madara felt a flare of main chakra reborn in his student's system.

Rather relieved by the discovery, he planned on not showing it. "Instead of putting effort into smiling..could try and spend more time sleeping instead."

"Okay.. when.. um, can we train again?"

"As soon as your wounds finish recovering."

The boy nods, turnings over on the left side of his body, "See you tomorrow.. grand father." he spoke softly.

Slowly the hallow eyes stitched in his sockets closed shut. Minutes pass by as said elder stood by himself near the bed, keeping an intense watchful gaze over his grand son. Madara was confidentially sure that nothing else will happen tonight and that this is the end. Unfortunately, this act of crude patriotism felt shortly lived.

Levels of chakra signatures were wandering down the halls. He could practically feel it.

What made matters more interesting is that there's someone familiar accompanying them on their nightly stroll in the hospital ward.

Adverting his gaze back near the mattress, "Sakura, we must abandon this place immediately." he states, voice laced in a hollow low tone.

Ears twitching in response, said cat lifted her head, staring curiously at the man. In a few seconds she undid her nestled position. Standing up on all fours next to the bed rather drowsy, her fangs become visible, throat releasing a soundless yawns from her mouth. Madara figures that was tired, assuming that the walking limit for today had been reached.

Taking his time across the shortened path, said criminal leans down closer by her level. Hand stretched out, palm pulsing, it retracts when groups of energy returns. This time by the doorway. Not planning on being caught red handed with the handicapped evidence, the male acted out quickly as possible, grabbing a random spot on said neko's back.

He vanishes in black feathers, ANBU taking his place. They file into the room one by one, taking in on the new figure in the room along with them. All of the soldiers slid over to the side, making room for a newcomer. Standing rather short then an average nin, only his white hat, decorated with a simple Kanji syllable engraved for 'Fire' made him stand out from other anbu masks decorated with animal markings.

"I sensed a strong presence fading from inside this room.. but for now there's a fragile essence cooped up in a mere boy."

"Not just any child, hokage-sama. He's an Uchiha no less."

"Exactly. Alright everyone, let's get some medics into the room. We don't want him permanently damaged in the upcoming future."

"Yes sir."

xX-Xx-Xx-xX-xX

Innocent humming buzzed in the corner of a darkened room. Slowly the noise dies out as it seems that something moved, molding strictly into the form of a motherly entity. A smile forms along her delicate lips, right hand brushing lightly over a sectional curtain piece. Mikoto couldn't help but feel quite pleased to have her son safely tucked at home. Beforehand, she struggled day by day, never accepting the soothing voice of her husband.

He was literally standing on the side lines, momentarily trying to cheer her up. After close to a week, their time spent waiting has finally paid off. The main hospital released a statement stating that Itachi is being released in over an hour. From that moment onwards, she had immediately shifted into extreme mother mode.

This sudden change in behavior relinquished usual attention phases for Fugaku-danna or any other older visiting kin permitted into the area. Not like Itachi didn't voice his opinion over this. But even if he tried, then the question would be null in-void by a spoon filled with foul-smelling fish oil. a nestled like a bug in the rug upstairs in his room. been quite content and cooperative when questions were passed out like candy.

Gritting her teeth, "I refuse to let any son of mine leave this house while he's recovering from a life threatening condition."

"Mother...it wasn't that bad. If my drilling becomes too much of a burden for me, I'll stop at once and eat lunch."

Taking a sharp breath, she releases oxygen from her pursed lips, "Okay dear..please be careful out there. If you need me or your father..just holler."

Holler? As in yell? Itachi may had shouted twice over the vocal limit during 'Dodge these deadly kunai!' with Madara. But repeating that structure in front of the family is a rather flaky situation he flat-out refused.

"Mmhm..I'll try my best at alerting nearby people when anything goes wrong."

Hardly making another peep, he stood there listening in on any other statements of concern for his safety that spew directly out of Mikoto's mouth. For a raw moment this event lingers into at least ten minutes. Once the sympathy sweeps past the assuming time slot, there's really no other way to disagree. Itachi carefully stood by a bit longer, sucking up every dose of mother hen gossip.

"Did you here me? I want you to buy eggs for bread."

Shattered from a spare day dream, her son slowly nods his head. Suddenly a train of oxygen runs thin, causing the woman to calms down. As if brought out of an intoxicating spell, Mikoto looks refreshed. Slowly the woman wanders away.

Quietly Itachi flees out of the compound and into the raw sunshine. Bothered by the intense heat, lifted his arm up to defend his complexion from frying, forgetting that a cast remained fastening to his arm. The boy had no clue how it got there. All he knew was that the training given to him by his grand father made it difficult for him to get out of bed. His broken arm is proof of the intense battle stages he must endure.

The little boy slowly puts his arm down, and begins to walk at a stable speed for distance. Itachi takes in all his family members and leaves out of his district; straight into Konoha's territory. At least only one foot made graced onto the side-walk, until the most typical sound brought music to his ears.

One stable specific meow. Perhaps an owned cat or a stray has crossed paths.

But yet he knew exactly who it was.

"Aa, it's you." he spoke out of the blue, eyes following her every movement. "Your name's Sakura, am I correct?"

Trotting over to the male, she rubs up against his legs, purring merrily.

Shuddering from the intensity, "Did Madara-san send you here? I'm sure he's plain miserable without you."

"Meow."

"I haven't taken the time out of my schedule to study speech patterns present in cats. So I'm gonna reckon the answer is a yes?"

Barely answering his question, Sakura simply creeps closer. Pausing a few inches away, her body descends down onto the surface. Remaining still for a few seconds, the cat springs up. Taken by full surprise, Itachi moves a few steps backward. 'What the hell is going on?'

Continuing on the prowl, she leaps up once more inches away from a weapons pouch secured on the male's right thigh. The cat flat-out pays no mind to any further cries filled with protest, carry on stealthily as she paws at the leather pouch, causing a few weapons to fall out. Stretching her jaw wide open, Sakura successfully latches each sharp fang onto a random kunai. Landing on her feet, she take off running at an astounding speed.

"Where does that fuzzball think she's going with it?" he questions suspiciously, almost regretting their previous meeting.

Lifting up both his feet in a pattern of the usual running cycle, Itachi takes off down the dirt road. keeping track on the thief that swiped Many people stopped and stared as Konoha's uprising prodigy charges down the side-walk chasing after a pink cat. At once he hits a corner, straight into the forest where they first met. The boy suddenly plants his feet on the empty field, taking notice of the figure in front of him.

Sakura notices the person as well. She stops underneath his feet and removes the metallic item from her mouth. It hits the ground with a clang, then subsides and picks up again in a repeating cycle. A minute pass and weapon lays flat against the surface. Taking a few steps forward, he stops and bends down to pick it up, unaware that there's presence in the exact spot with him.

"Pleasure finding you over here boy."

Looking up from the designated place, detecting him nearby. "I.. I was just taking a walk. Till she appeared, and took my kunai." Itachi explained truthfully, breathing in and out harshly, trying to reclaim a train of air circulation. "Did you orchestra this bull shit?"

Madara voiced his opinion on the tale, "I requested that Sakura lead you right back here for a Taijutsu lesson."

Developing a frown, the teen's facial expressions show suspicion. Quite puzzled, a couple of fingers around a spare miniature blade, "Speed follow ups, eh? That's really not my thing.." mumbles the boy, quite displeased by the mapped suggestion.

"No matter, we'll make it work for you. Including Ninjutsu and Genjutsu leveled techniques."

"Did you forget about the Sharingan? I need to focus more on that as well." the young Uchiha adds swiftly, standing up on both of his own two feet. "So can we? Kinda wanna impress my cousin the most."

"Permission granted."

"Great! Um.. can work on something else now? I'm kinda restless."

"Aright then, now follow Sakura."

Perhaps Itachi may have spoken too soon. His lips quivered as a train of shock infects the heart scraping against his rib cage. Did sensei just throw his own cat? Curling his hands into fist, they pass over pools of midnight, rubbing up against the pupils. 'What type of crazy move is this?'

"Could have sworn that putting animals in danger like that is against the law.."

Taking a few steps back, "Even though you're training with a rouge-nin, the judicial system hasn't faded your thoughts."

Not particularly fond of this horrific crime, Itachi expanded his jaw wide in rebellion, ready to consider hollering extremely loud about something else. Sadly his teacher mustered up enough energy, randomly fleeing into thin air, leaving behind fragile thin black feathers. On whim the boy's facial expression turned sour. This moment hadn't gone unnoticed before. Since Madara always performed that type of trickery when moments ended up like this. But for what exactly? He's training a thirteen year old, not an un-readable babbling infant.

'Crud.. I should have seen that coming.' he thought quizzically, bothered by that repeatable result simply fashioned by a run away tactic. Nonetheless, said boy began on a shaky side quest to retrieve his stolen item. Yet of course the most unbelievable part is that he's following...a pinku neko? Now he could just turn around and forget all of this ever happened and instead taking up begging for newer weapons. But what good will that do?

Quickly his pupils ran wild within the sockets. Which part of the forest did she land in? Under a few seconds tops, wild assumptions crept into the young teen's brain waves. Did she struggle with a perfect landing, cracking her skull in the river a few miles back?

Said cat could have survived, drifting along the water, struggling to hold her breath. Drowning, drowning! More as in, hanging onto a crooked branch by her right paw. But the more he thinks about it, rage swelled up in his stomach.

This burning feeling that's been ignited after a careless act sticks its ugly head in the teen's private training session. Yet of course Madara unexpectedly drags her straight into the speed lesson without asking. Perhaps this is a good training mechanism after all? In a weird dark type way.. should he agree? Scratch that, it's just not natural. Normal. Or in his fair judgment, unorthodox. Without warning, a light breeze slipped past his form.

Itachi felt subconsciously unsettled by the surprise, rotating his neck east towards another scene, in hopes of tracking her down. Sakura surprisingly turned in a curled position near a stray corner, hiding out beneath a hollow log. Raising up on her feet, slowly the mammal treks under some stressful limping. Now if an Inuzuka or any other person accompanied his travels, pause and randomly take notice of this hell technique, then there would be hell to deal with in multiple doses. Sadly neither event up in the long run.

Rendered useless till proven other wise, the boy sucks up whatever grudge fastened in his moody personality. But the main realization is not because she landed on her feet without any serious injury, it's because the fact that she's still a kitten either way. Her paw pads clashed against every dew coated blades of grass.

Rather skeptical of everything, "How exactly am I suppose to trail behind something so small like that?"

Standing still in confusion, the boy's eyes narrow accordingly. 'Who's there? Perhaps he's hiding or there's another shinobi nearby.' Continuing on a trek towards the young Uchiha, said man stops at least three inches behind. Madara pulls his elbow back. Shifting the base of his gloved hand into a fist, it's then rammed across Itachi's back. The power seemed fused together like a sneaky push/shove hybrid.

Distraught in a surprising mood, said boy wasn't even ready for take off. Lifted off the grass, he sails a few inches across the field, landing face first into the dirt. Remaining still, the young adolescent's body radiates in pain.

She sat a few feet away, on her paws to keep watch over his actions. Narrowing both eyes, a simple thought clouded his judgment; this cat is tricky. Before he knew it, Sakura randomly vanishes from view. Scattered noises hinted movement heading straight for the bushes.

Picking up the pace for a short period, the creatures speed flips off into a faster pace. Sucked into said negative results, Itachi's face forms a moody frown. So far the distance between them pushed him further behind. Rather annoyed by how the chase scene is turning out, opting out in exchange for a different training root won't end under any circumstances. Getting used to reality setting in, he kept racing.

Even though she wasn't spotted every five minutes, mapping out chakra stored in Sakura's body weight spoke otherwise. Blurry images would take over his faltering eye sight. The cat trespassed through many spots of the forest. In so much grace, simply aware that an animals avoidance technique prevents being killed. But this had been mostly a down side for a different species.

More humane, Itachi wasn't feeling that advantage at all. Sadly there isn't any particular enjoyment while playing hide and seek with this speed enhanced cat. But for now, there's no need to give up and complain. In fact, he could leave now! 'I give up... for now.' Acting out the current decision, said adolescent turns around, calmly scanning the area. Choosing a random direction, sandals retreating from the training ground as Itachi heads for home.

Backtracking solely on photographic memory, said male's chaka flares up like a candle, forcibly alerting any attackers nearby. Momentarily, leaves shook and rattled against each other produced suspicion. The wind truly wasn't causing this, mainly because no currents surged past his frail body stature. Stalking further towards the noise, curiosity enhances his stare. Barely moving from the spot, minutes pass by without any changes.

What could dwell within the shadows?

Perhaps a skunk or raccoon! Quivering in disgust, he wasn't up for getting bombed. Taking a few steps back, patience seems rewarded. Out of whim, a tiny pink tip stuck out, flicking sideways. Itachi crept forward a bit more; He was going to capture her! The boy tip toed slowly across the grass, quiet as a mouse to dismiss any further suspicion. Reaching near her spot, his knees buckle, springing upwards.

Pouncing like a hungry agitated tiger, said body weight sails straight through the air, arms stretched out wide and open, tears streaming out both eye sockets. A deadly battle cry enriched in pure excitement echoes throughout the area, forcing animals wide awake from their slumber. Approaching the tiny shadow, he's completely prepare for victory! Until suddenly, Sakura rockets towards the right side, missing the mass of water entirely.

Both pupils suddenly enlarge; Certainly this wild goose chase lead directly into a trap. Itachi didn't have enough time to rebound, hurling towards his death. Splash! He fell into the river. While he soaked in the ripples of water, from far away a lone figure could be seen high up in the trees.

"Interesting follow-up." Madara praises in content. Lifting a spare gloved hand from the contents of his cloak, stitched leather drags across her head. "He will soon be joining us in no time at all."

"Meowrrr.." purred the feline, right next to her owner. 'I agree lots!'

In spite of everything that's been happening so far, this trainee still has a lot to learn.


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