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"Me? Marry Lady Mito? WHAT?" Hashirama's mouth hung wide open.
"Precisely," Toka nodded. "Come on, you know Tobirama isn't the type—"
"A sour plum like him needs a wife!"
Toka shook her head, "no offense Hashirama, but you are officially the world's worst matchmaker. Take me and that jerk over there for example." She pointed at Izuna who gazed at the two skeptically, his arms folded.
"But- but- but, Tobirama needs a wife!"
"You need one too!" Toka demanded," and what better way can there be? You marrying Mito Uzumaki would strengthen the relationship between the two villages—"
"So would Tobirama!"
"NO!" She slammed her fist on his desk, which poor, poor Hashirama had just managed to regrow after it had been incinerate to ashes for the tenth time.
