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Oh, and just a disclaimer, this chapter is mostly just a filler one. I realized that it was getting a little dark and I was like, hey, why not? So this is for your enjoyment! I'll be back with a more plot-filled chapter soon! But for now, read and enjoy!

Tsunade, Jiraiya and Orochimaru looked grave.

It was time.

Silently, with solemn looks on their faces, the trio made their way outside.

The Sannin have been through a great many number of battles, each one forging them into being a stronger warrior than before.

But this.

This upcoming fight was one that all three of them were not prepared for in the slightest.

But no matter. They were the Legendary Sannin. They would overcome any adversary in the name of Nana's divine cooking.

The three silently stood at the door of the supermarket, warily eyeing the other middle aged women who were chatting with each other.

But underneath the amicable atmosphere of it all, there was a sharp tension, one the Sannin had only felt when two opposing sides readied themselves for war.

Tension that only occurred right before blood was about to be spilt.

The store manager had a good humored smile as he stepped to the glass doors and looked at the gigantic crowd of middle aged women waiting to enter the store. He grinned as all of the ladies' expressions took on a hard tone as soon as he reached for the '50% off on all fresh groceries and 35% off on select meats' sign.

"Now ladies, you know the rules. First come first serve, and the deal only lasts for 20 minutes. No killing, no purposeful destruction and no stealing."

There was silence from the assembled crowd.

As if on cue, Tsunade, Jiraiya and Orochimaru began channeling their Chakra. They all took up battle stances, their bodies tight with anticipation.

The store manager put the sign up on the windows.

He slid his key into the lock on the door.

He turned it.

Absolute. Pandemonium.

With years of teamwork under their belt, Jiraiya and Orochimaru tightly latched onto Tsunade's shoulders as she channeled her strength and leaped, her foot leaving cracks in the tile as she propelled herself forward.

However, before the trio could get very far, there was a huge wrenching feeling and Tsunade slid off-course, her teammates being dislodged from the force.

Tsunade narrowed her eyes and looked back only to see a very pregnant woman in her late 20's grinning menacingly at them while she gripped a long leather whip in her hands. The end of the whip was entwined around Orochimaru, who was looking at her with narrowed, glowing heterochromic eyes.

The woman smirked nastily. "You kiddies have no chance. Leave business to the grownups."

She yanked on her whip roughly, but before she could injure Orochimaru, he replaced himself with a nearby package of rice.

He materialized in front of her in an elegant battle stance, the Kanji in his eyes swirling. Finally, it stopped and snakes materialized around his arms, hissing and spitting furiously.

Both the pregnant woman and the Snake Sannin eyed each other solemnly before Orochimaru gravely spoke. "Go. I'll hold her off."

Jiraiya and Tsunade nodded sharply with a "Hai!" and rushed back into the fray.

The woman smirked. "So, brat. You think you can take me on?"

She skillfully cracked her whip at him threateningly, but Orochimaru stoically regarded it.

"The question should be, granny, is whether you can take me."

The woman's face twisted in rage and the two flew at each other.

Meanwhile, Tsunade and Jiraiya, with a few well-placed shunshins managed to land themselves right in the midst of all the on-sale produce.

It was a fight for survival while they dodged and deflected everything from canes and knives to baguettes and grill lighters.

Tsunade used her Chakra scalpels to slice an incoming projectile of sausages and flung a spork back in retaliation. She listened to the aggravated cry in satisfaction as she tried to hoard all the discounted produce to herself as quickly as possible.

Jiraiya had just swung a frying pan roughly at a pair of women who had just tried to skewer him with some marshmallow spokes. The resounding gong reverberated over the din of the apoplectic crowd.

When Tsunade realized that she was beginning to lose items faster than she was gaining them back, she decided to call it quits. She had collected a respectable load because when she had started swinging her fists around with her Chakra-enhanced strength, nobody dared to get too close to her.

But now that she was in possession of many of the coveted groceries, people dared approach regardless of the threat of a concussion.

Tsunade scowled. Time to call it and bolt.

She signaled to Jiraiya and both of them made a run for it. There was a roar of fury as the two young Sannin made their escape and within seconds a crowd was relentlessly pursuing them.

They were so close.

They were only a handful of feet away from the registers when they were ambushed from the side. A group of women menacingly pounced on them from the dairy aisle and mercilessly tackled them to the ground.

"Son of a bitch!"

Immediately rough hands started grabbing at the produce and Tsunade was doing everything she could to deflect them. She snarled when she realized that she wasn't going to last much longer.

"Shit! Hime!"

Jiraiya heroically tried to reach her, but it was all for naught. He kept getting battered away by the vicious old housewives.

She was trapped.

Amber eyes met gold in mourning and resignation.

She wasn't going to make it.

Jiraiya's face twisted in horror before he smiled hopelessly at Tsunade.

Lowly, so that only she could hear it, he spoke. "Hime, whatever happens, you need to keep running. Remember our mission! Remember our goal! REMEMBER OUR DREAM!"

Tsunade's expression was heartbroken. "No… don't tell me…"

Jiraiya nodded confidently, but Tsunade could see the hint of fear in his eyes which he couldn't conceal from her. "Yes."

Tears ran down Tsunade's face as Jiraiya brought his hands up into a seal.

He was about to perform the ultimate suicide technique so that she could continue on.

She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth ash she channeled her Chakra to use the window that Jiraiya's technique would provide her.

She swore to herself that she wouldn't let his sacrifice go in vain.

She managed to slip through the dogpile just as there was a loud proclamation of "SEXY JUTSU: HEARTTHROB SUPERSTAR!"

There was a gigantic plume of smoke that erupted from where Jiraiya had been previously standing, but in seconds it cleared away to reveal Japan's Number One Hottest Actor, with only the last wisps of smoke to cover his bits.

His hair was damp and drops of water slid down his tan and muscled chest. He gave all of the stunned women a panty-dropping grin and ran his hand through his hair, seductively slicking it back.

While the crowd still stood dumbfounded, the man uttered the one thing that could make every single woman snap.

It was the most iconic line he had ever spoken. Some critics even proclaimed it as art.

"I bet you taste just as hot as you look. Tell me baby… do you like it spicy?"

At once, every single woman's brain short-circuited.

And the actor's face flashed with terror.

"KYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Within a fraction of a second, the actor was mobbed on all sides and disappeared under a sea of females.

"HOLY MOTHER OF- OI GET YOUR HAND OFF OF THERE NO DON'T TOUCH THAT THIS IS MOLESTA- HOOOLLLYY SHHIIITTT DON'T TOUCH THAT! RAPE! RAAAAPPPPEEE!"

As Tsunade ran, she felt immense pity for him. Nobody, not even a shameless creature like Jiraiya, deserved being molested by a sea of aggressive middle-aged women.

Tsunade reached the counter and huffed out a breath of relief. She met the eyes of the petrified cashier and raised her eyebrows.

"First time?"

The cashier just nodded in horror.

Tsunade snorted. "Well, it doesn't get much better. Now," She glared menacingly at the girl. "Check out my stuff."

The girl squeaked in fright and immediately began ringing up the items.

"YOU LITTLE BRAT!"

Tsunade released a breathy ooof as she was roughly tackled to the ground by an old, bearlike woman. The woman scowled thunderously as she ground Tsunade's head into the ground.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK IN HERE AND GRAB EVERYTHING AND I'LL TAKE IT LYING DOWN?!"

The cashier cowered in terror while releasing pitiful squeaks as she watched the large woman raise a meaty fist in preparation to pound the small girl into submission.

Tsunade's eyes flared a brilliant orange and she deftly twisted under the huge woman's hold and turned the table. Using a complex Judo flip she twisted and wrapped her legs around the woman's beefy neck and grabbed her legs, forcing her to arch her back lest her neck be broken.

The young cashier stared in horrified awe.

"Oi!"

Her eyes snapped to Tsunade's icy ones. "The bill. Give me the bill."

The woman gave a shaky "H-Hai!" and proceeded to quickly run everything else through the scanner.

While she worked, Tsunade looked back into the wreckage of the store to try to locate her teammates.

Orochimaru was now dueling a group of woman who had him surrounded. He was being assaulted from all sides with various different weapons, kitchenware and miscellaneous produce. She watched one woman try to torch him with a flamethrower while another lunged forward to skewer him with a rapier and a third poured Jawbreakers under his feet in an attempt to unbalance him.

Tsunade shook her head in disbelief. She may be relatively new to this world, but she was damn well 100% sure that things like this weren't normal.

Damn Namimori.

She looked over to her left and saw Jiraiya trying to valiantly escape from the clutches of the horny women. He was pulling all sorts of insane acrobatics while trying to elude them, from jumping from one rack to another to running upside down on the ceiling to pulling off tube lights from their sockets and swinging them at the crowd.

She watched as he made a fatal mistake: He landed too close to a woman wielding a Taser.

BZZZZZZZZTTTTTTT

Her eyes widened in alarm. "Noooooooooo!" She shrieked. Jiraiya swayed dangerously and the arms of all the awaiting women opened in eagerness.

"M-Miss, your bill…"

Tsunade whipped her head around to the young cashier and grabbed for the bill. The bear-like woman pinned under her snarled and writhed attempting to dislodge her, but Tsunade deftly adjusted her position on top of her so that her bony knee was digging painfully into her ribcage.

The Slug Sannin reached into her pocket and pulled out her purse and looked at the balance. She smiled in satisfaction. It was a steal compared to the normal prices.

She carefully counted out the exact amount and pushed it towards the cashier who shakily took it and sorted it into the register. "A-Anything else…?"

Tsunade sharply shook her head as she evaded the bear woman trying to come at her with a lighter she grabbed from the side rack. "Nope, that'll be all."

The cashier girl timidly nodded.

Tsunade reached down and grabbed ahold of the monster woman's neck and sharply jerked it to the side, but gentle enough to only give her a sprain and not kill her. The gigantic woman went limp in Tsunade's hold.

She rose off the lifeless form of the woman and dusted herself off. Triumphantly, she grabbed the plastic bag filled with the coveted items. She glared with narrowed eyes towards the pandemonium and brought her fingers up to her mouth to give a shrill whistle.

At her signal, Orochimaru immediately shunshined to Jiraiya's side, where the Toad Sannin was still trying to groggily fend off the overzealous advances of the women. He grabbed Jiraiya's drowsy form and shunshined over to Tsunade's side.

She nodded at them and the trio turned to the front of the store and bolted.

There, right in front of the doors, sat the store manager on a gigantic beanbag with a huge tub of popcorn. He smiled as the Sannin approached him.

"Great show! And especially that bit with the white-haired kid turning into Arikawa Yuki! Brilliant!"

Tsunade just stared at him and shook her head. "You are a sick, sick man."

He pouted. "Awww, come on. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it! This is the most fun that housewives get! Just go ask your mother if you don't believe me." He got a far-away look in his eyes. "That Nana… now she was a beast. Had the longest unbroken streak of wins, if I remember correctly. She was unparalleled because of her skill with a shotgun. Now that was a woman. Nice to know you're following in her footsteps!"

From besides her, Jiraiya shuddered in terror. He already had a healthy respect (fear) of the woman, and now that this fact had come to light… well, Jiraiya would rather face Hanzo the Salamander again rather than Hime's psychotic mother.

Tsunade and Kyoya were making their way over to his house when Tsunade smelled the unmistakable scent of blood.

Tsunade narrowed her eyes and began walking towards it. Without complaint Kyoya followed her.

Within minutes they came across the broken form of a little girl laying in a pool of her own blood. Her body was bent at an odd angle and there were several deep lacerations across her midsection.

Tsunade immediately knelt by her side and took her pulse. It was weak, but present.

She looked at Kyoya, whose eyes were now glowing an eerie violet. "Kyoya, do a Chakra scan. Tell me what you see."

Kyoya's eyes widened. She had never before allowed him to actually test out his Iryo Ninjutsu on a human before. They furthest she'd allowed him to test his skills had been on a hamster.

He slowly placed his hand on top of the girl's bloody torso and channeled his Chakra, making sure to be extra gentle. Tsunade had told him multiple times that he was sometimes too rough with his technique and that he needed to make a conscious effort in making it milder.

"Well? What do you see?"

Kyoya swallowed. "Heavy internal damage… I can't tell exactly what, but… her Liver is bruised and her Small Intestine has a tear in it."

Tsunade looked at him with serious eyes. "Where exactly?"

Kyoya's eyebrows furrowed. "The Ileum."

Tsunade nodded in approval. "Good. Now, what else?"

"…Her appendix has burst."

"Mmm. And then?"

Kyoya frowned, but searched even deeper. "Her kidneys. Only one of them is still working."

Tsunade smiled grimly. "Good. What's your diagnosis? And be honest."

Kyoya examined the girl's mangled body once more. "…Salvagable. But there is a high chance that she will be crippled."

Tsunade nodded. "True. Now," She rose and pulled out her cellphone. She dialed a number and waited as it rang.

"Hello?" Masai's smooth baritone greeted her.

"Hello, this is Tsunade speaking. Kyoya's with me. We just came across this girl who's been in a bad accident. A hit and run. We need an ambulance with a stretcher. I'm going to conduct surgery on her."

Masai grunted. "Where are you?"

"Just off of Yoshimoto street, by the apple grove."

Masai grunted again and hung up.

Tsunade turned to Kyoya who was watching the entire exchange. Tsunade looked at him dryly. "You're just like your dad, brat. Can barely get two words outta you."

Kyoya remained unfazed. "Hn."

Tsunade sighed in exasperation.

Nagi blearily opened her eyes.

She couldn't believe that she was still alive.

She remembered looking at the little kitten and feeling so very afraid when the car came closer and closer and closer…

And then she didn't remember anything.

But now she was awake.

And it wasn't anywhere she had been before. The room she was in was a crisp, starch white. She was in a bed with white sheets and she was wearing a grey gown.

Nagi rubbed her eyes and almost immediately winced.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Immediately, Nagi's head snapped to her left. There, on a large armchair sat a pretty girl that couldn't be much older than she was. She had blonde hair in a braid that fell over her shoulder and the most intense, soul-searching burnt orange eyes that Nagi had ever seen.

"You have just received a transplant for your right eye. I was unable to save it so we had to remove it."

Nagi's hand lifted up to her face subconsciously. Everything felt the same, though…

The pretty blonde continued on without stopping. "You were near death when we found you. You had sustained several severe internal injuries for both your organs and your bones. Without my assistance you would have required for a majority of your organs to have been removed. However, you shall be walking away with only some trauma. You will need severe physical therapy in order for you to regain normal functionality of yourself, but you're young. That will undoubtedly happen in time.

"However," The blonde leaned in, her orange eyes boring holes into Nagi's soul. "That is not the main reason I wish to talk to you today. You see," The blonde's eyes flashed dangerously. "When I was operating on you, I observed many things. Tell me girl, have you been starved?"

Nagi just stared at her, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

The blonde studied her. "Hmmm. No need to answer that. We both know the truth."

And indeed they both did, so Nagi said nothing.

"I also observed signs of abuse. Some faded scar tissue, some uneven healing from fractures, and of course, malnutrition."

The girl stared at Nagi, but she only looked into her trembling hands.

"I have a proposition for you."

Nagi continued to stare at her hands.

"Aizawa-san, please come in."

The door slid open and from the periphery of her vision Nagi was able to make out the form of a tall woman.

"This is Aizawa Tsukihime. She has helped a lot of girls like you."

At that, Nagi's head turned towards them.

Aizawa-san was so pretty. She was even prettier than Mother, and Mother always insisted that she was the prettiest out of everyone.

Aizawa-san spoke. "What is your name, child?"

The small girl remained silent for a long while, before a quiet whisper escaped her lips. "Nagi."

Aizawa-san nodded. "Nagi. Would you like to come with me?"

Nagi stared at the pretty woman. "Go… with you?"

Aizawa-san nodded. "Yes. If you come with me, you don't have to go back to your home."

Home. That big, empty house where nobody but her was there. Where Mother and Father would only come to yell at her and hurt her, because she was 'such a disgrace to the family'.

No. she didn't want to go back. Never.

Slowly, with a quivering hand, she reached out and gently gripped the end of Aizawa-san's long kimono sleeve.

In a whisper, she said, "I'll go with you."

The beginning of the end started with a yellow plushie of a fluffy, round bird.

No no no. That didn't sound right.

Actually, the beginning of the end started with a booger.

Nope, that didn't sound right either.

Ok. The beginning of the end started how it typically starts: Gym class.

Perfect.

So, over the months that the Sannin had attended Namimori Elementary, they had stumbled into a number of misadventures.

And one of them was meeting the other two 'Queens' of Namimori Elementary.

There was the Student Body President, Namakoshi Akane, and the Ace Volleyball star, Wanora Tsubaki.

Both of them detested Tsunade.

Why, you ask?

Well, Akane had a crush of epic proportions on Jiraiya and was beyond pissed that he referred to her as 'Hime'. (She had the strangest Himedere complex and demanded to be treated like a princess, and when she saw that Jiraiya called her 'Hime', well…)

And Tsubaki was best friends with Asshole Ami. 'Nuff said.

So, long story short, both miniature bitches wanted her six feet under.

Tsunade didn't really care. They came after her multiple times and never succeeded in humiliating her, so she let it go.

But then one day they went after Kyoko. Sweet little Kyoko. When she was using the school showers they took all of her clothes and shredded them up. She had to wait wrapped in a towel until Jiraiya came to give her some of his clothes. The poor thing was devastated by the entire ordeal and refused to come to school for an entire week.

And that's when Tsunade declared war.

Ever since then, there has only been a cold hostility between the two parties.

And that brings us here to today, a nice normal gym class on a nice normal day.

The gym teacher, Ando-sensei, was an aging, balding man with a huge pot-belly and a long, scraggly beard.

He gestured to the entire class and called them forward. Groaning, the entire class assembled around him.

Ando-sensei cleared his throat roughly then pounded on his chest. "Sorry 'bout that, kids, got a small cold I'm still getting over."

Tsunade grimaced. Nasty.

The portly gym teacher gestured to a neat little pyramid of round balls. Except… they weren't balls. There were all round yellow plushies in the form of birds, a product of Kyoya's 'request' to the staff. A few days after his 'request', a huge shipment of plushies was imported to the school for gym use. A fact which Kyoya delighted in every day.

"Alrighty here, today we're gonna play some good ol' dodgeball."

A cheer rose from the group of kids.

"Ok, you all know the drill. Start counting in twos."

There was a mad scramble as everyone rearranged themselves so that they could be in the same group as their friends.

In the end, Tsunade ended up on the same team as Kyoya, Jiraiya, Orochimaru, Kyoko and Takeshi.

Akane and Tsubaki, along with their lackeys, were on the opposite team.

Ando-sensei stepped up with a plushie in his hands. He tossed it from side to side as he watched the two teams ready themselves on opposite sides of the court.

"Alright then. You all know the rules. Only if it hits below the belt then it's out. You catch it then the person who threw it is out. You catch a ball then a person who was out can come in."

Then suddenly, he froze.

All of the students looked at him in alarm at his abrupt silence.

Without any warning, he sneezed. "AAAACHOOOOO!"

A gigantic green wad of snot landed onto the plushie in his hands.

Without missing a beat, Ando-sensei threw the snot-covered plushie into the pile of plushies, making it indistinguishable from the rest.

Tsunade, Orochimaru and Jiraiya stared at the pile in horror.

…There was no way… no way that Tsunade was going to let that snot covered thing anywhere near her. Over her dead body.

Before any of the Sannin could identify exactly which one was the tainted one, Ando proclaimed "Ready! Set! BEGIN!"

The kids roared.

Immediately Akane and Tsubaki ran to the front of the herd and grabbed plushies, furiously pelting them at Tsunade and sneering at her with bloodthirsty, hate-filled eyes.

The Sannin didn't even think, they just reacted.

The plushies rained down on them without a pause and the trio used all of their collective experience to help each other dodge the projectiles without touching them.

In seconds, half of the people on the court were out. And Tsunade's team was at a steady disadvantage because while the Sannin were the uncontested best players on the field, none of them dared to touch a plushie.

On the other hand, the other team was slowly gaining more and more of their members back by catching some of the furry yellow stuffed animals. As the numbers grew more and more uneven, the assault grew heavier and heavier and the pushies became harder and harder to dodge.

In no time at all the only people left on their side of the court were the Sannin, their apprentices, and three hardcore muscleheads that were on the baseball team.

And that was when things began to get dirty.

Out of thin air, almost all the members of the opposing team were armed with either a tennis or badminton racket, a baseball bat or wooden kendo shinai.

But on the flipside, Takeshi had grabbed a baseball bat and Kyoka had taken his tonfas out.

It was all out war from there.

Plushies flew around at insane speeds with the two teams whacking them back and forth in an almost-rally. Nobody cared if you get hit anymore, only if you were able to hit the plushie back to the other side to do some damage.

Ando-sensei screamed his lungs out, trying to get back a semblance of order, but after he was repeatedly pelted with fluffy yellow birds flying at high velocity, he wisely shut up and cowered in a corner.

The Sannin were contorting their bodies in the most unnatural ways, trying to escape the ever-present onslaught of threatening maybe-booger covered birds. Each close call added to their anxiety and they were ready to snap.

Takeshi and Kyoya were having the absolute time of their life. They returned fire with just as much ferocity, if not more. Tsunade spied a few kids wobble and collapse into a heap because they had been struck by one of either Kyoya's or Takeshi's shots.

The volley grew more and more fierce until the Sannin realized that the end result was inevitable: they would eventually be hit by one of the plushies and there was an astronomically high chance that it would be the green snot covered one.

And just as that realization popped into their heads, one specific bird plushie made a beeline to Jiraiya's face, and it was clear that no matter what he did, there would be no way to stop if from coming into contact with him.

With abject horror on Jiraiya's face, he raised his hand in defense and on reflex coated his arm with fire-natured Chakra, as a last resort defense to protect him from Ando-germs, if to only burn them away before they touched him.

As soon as the plushie came into contact with his hand, it erupted into a gigantic ball of fire.

But Jiraiya's hand was already in motion, and he flung it back into the fray.

Tsunade and Orochimaru watched in fascinated terror as the ball came into contact with another one mid-air, and almost instantaneously it went up in a blaze as well. Then it touched another plushie and that caught fire too.

Holy shit… they were ridiculously flammable.

That was the only thought that ran through the Sannin's heads as within seconds, the air was filled with fireball plushies.

And then, Takeshi laughingly stepped up and thwacked a fireball roughly.

It sailed right into the main supporting beam of the gym.

It went up in flame instantaneously.

When all eyes turned to Takeshi, he sheepishly scratched his head and laughed. "Ehehehe, reflex...?"

Their opponents finally got a clue as to what was going on and were running around aimlessly in circles like headless chickens, screaming incoherently. Some idiots were fanning at the flames with their tennis rackets, but that only made the flames grow higher. One of them even set their racket on fire and was waving it frantically through the air.

In silence everyone watched as the entire roof of the gym was set ablaze.

Besides Tsunade, Kyoya was roughly clenching and unclenching his hands around his Tonfas. He had an unreadable look on his face but occasionally twitched alarmingly.

Finally, Ando-sensei had crawled out of his hiding spot long enough to holler for everyone to get their asses outside.

All of the screaming children stampeded towards the doors, screaming and shoving at each other in an effort to escape out of the doors first.

Orochimaru and Jiraiya grabbed the members of their little posse and made their way towards the doors as well. When Tsunade turned to look at Kyoya she froze.

Rolling off of him was waves of malevolent purple Chakra. Tsunade couldn't help but shudder. The malicious feeling of his Chakra… it was on par with any of the Bijuu.

Tsunade gulped nervously. "Kyoya?"

Kyoya's eyes were still blank when he turned to look at her.

"What happened?"

Kyoya looked at the blazing gym which was rapidly starting to fall apart. Almost casually he raised an arm with a Tonfa and whipped it forward. The force of the action left a deep grove on the wall.

Tsunade gulped. The kid was using elemental manipulation?

Kyoya looked at her unemotionally. "Tsunade."

Tsunade's eyes snapped up to him warily. "Hmm?"

Kyoya lazily licked his lips as he watched as the gym fell into ruin. "Those Herbivores. They're going to pay for damaging my territory."

As his eyes glowed with Chakra Tsunade felt her stomach drop.

She had created a monster.

One that was eventually going to destroy the world one day if he wasn't put on a leash.

Li Fen was wrong. So, so wrong.

He wasn't the new Messiah.

He was the Anti-Christ.

Tsunade thought about it, then she smiled. The Voice told her that this new development wasn't bad. No, on the contrary it was good.

Very good.

Well, whatever. Kyoya was always a little unhinged. This didn't change anything in the long run. It might have made him a teensy bit more bloodthirsty, but hey. All the best shinobi were a few crayons short of a complete set. She could work around this.

"Come on, Kyoya. Let's get out of here. You can go hunting all you like later."

Phew! And that, my dear friends, is what I call a wrap!

Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! I went a little ham on this chapter, so forgive me. I have no idea where it even came from…

Oh, I've been listening NON-STOP to BTS's new music video 'Not Today', and let me tell you, it is the most LIT thing ever. So if you guys want an epic-ass song to listen to, well, go check it out! Or as a matter of fact, any of BTS's shit. Or any Kpop in general. You will not be disappointed. Trust me. Sigh, there is a beautiful, beautiful world out there for you all to explore.

Ok, now the moment you've all been waiting for: the results! So last chapter's battle was between Gamabunta and Natsu, so…

Gamabunta: 18

Natsu: 18

Yes. Your eyes do not deceive you. I couldn't believe it either. A perfect tie. I was biting on my fingernails counting up the votes and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the results. Pretty insane, right?

As for my other question about pairings, I received some pretty interesting suggestions, but overall the consensus was either Fon, Reborn, Kyoya or Xanxus. But remember, ya'll, the final call is mine! (￣︶￣)

But yeah! This week's question is: Alaude vs Minato: Who would come out on top?

Oh! And if you guys are in need of another read, or like One Piece and Harry Potter, check my other story 'Be Not Afraid of Greatness' out! I'm sure you all will like it!

And yeah! Thank you all SO much for reading! It is always such a pleasure! I'll see you all later and I hope that wherever you are, you have an awesomesauce day! See ya!