Mirai sighed tiredly for the millionth time, and Izumi barely looked over towards her, already set up with her own task. It was obvious that the elder women was tired, seeing as Kakashi had a wild temper and cried all night. During the day, he was as pleasant as could be, but at night a demon possessed him worse than any Bijuu, and he would cry madly. Izumi had tried talking to the baby, she reasoned to give him 20 ryo if he just stopped his loud wails, but the baby didn't budge even a little.

Of course, the offer had been a jest, but Izumi had hoped money would shut him up just a little. Mirai was cooking lunch and Izumi was doing the same. She was standing around the same stove as Mirai, a little pan just barely boiling.

She blew on it gently, then quickly turning off the stove and doing her best to balance on the stool she was standing on. It took a little chakra, but she did manage to get the milk safely into the bottle from the pan.

"Izumi," Sakumo called out, excitement lacing his tone just a bit. Izumi frowned, her entire body telling her something was WRONG. He came into the kitchen, out of breath, but his eyes spoke wonders. They held too much pride and he was grinning between the pants.

"Kakashi smiled at me two whole times!" He exclaimed while Mirai made a soft noise in the back of her throat, her own smile appearing.

"Izumi, it looks like he's beaten you by two points. You had the five point boost from the laugh earlier, but he got these smiles and a giggle."

"Yeah. Two entire times." Sakumo boasted, not expecting the Hyuga to launch herself at him hard enough to bring him to the floor, and he stared up at her in shock.

Izumi glared down at him icy gaze. "Cheater!" She proclaimed. "He loves me more. Tell me what you did."

Sakumo laughed nervously from under her. "I didn't cheat."

There was a competition going between the two over the affections of the baby currently napping in his bedroom. On Kakashi's first day home, it had began as a non-verbal thing, just fighting over glances. Soon enough, they began talling points and numbering everything Kakashi did with a point system. It was a large battle, and Mirai had cautiously stayed the hell out of it, seeing as everytime someone got a point, the other person was ready for a death battle. Izumi admitted this war was childish, but it was unavoidable. Kakashi loved her more, and it was in her right to absolutely obilterate her competition.

Izumi stood up as tall as possible, looming over his fallen form with a single hand placed on her hip. He stared up at her in fear, and Izumi determined she looked like her old-self right then; all the clan leader she once had been. Strong and bold.

"Did. You. Cheat?" She repeated, her Byakugan slowly budging to life, and she raised an eyebrow. Sakumo looked away, finding the bottoms of the cabinets very interesting all of a sudden. Izumi leaned down closer, "Did you?"

Her fingers fell into a family two-digit form above his neck. There is a lot to fear when it came to Hyuga members. A tap is all Izumi needs to kill a man. A mere tap to a particular tenketsu and the opposing shinobi dies, but in this case, Izumi didn't need death as a threat. Certain points could be struck in the neck area that could cause someone to become paralyzed, but also for them to not be able to sleep.

Sakumo gets no sleep as it is, and if he were to get striked then all those little naps he does get would disappear. It would destroy him. He knows it and she does to, so his choice is simple.

He needs sleep.

"Yes. Just one time." He admits shamefully. Mirai lets out a strangled laugh at the scene, but says nothing else about the situation.

"And what did you do?"

"Clones. But it just this one time!" he defended. Izumi's frown deepened at his words. It was against one of the rules they set in place.

1. No tickling for laughs or giggles, it has to be from presence alone.

2. Mirai is non-biased, and therefore any glances with her involved do not count.

3. Clones are not allowed.

4. Lying is not allowed.

5. No killing each other.

Sakumo stands up with his head down, while Izumi glowered at him. "I get a turn with clones then it is back to our usual rules."

"You can only use one clone like I did." Sakumo retorted. "To be fair."

"You cheated first! I can use-

"No, you can't use more-"

"Shut up-"

"I-"

Mirai sighed again for the millionth and one time, and turned off the stove. She determined it would be easier to let them brawl it out while she got some much needed sleep.

...

"He's so cute!" She gushed. "His cheeks are so red, and he loves hiding his face in my hair."

"So," Juncho smacked her gum. "You ever going to NOT talk about that kid?" The caused Izumi to look aghst in shock, her entire body jolting in the effort not to mockingly fall to the floor.

"Of course not. Kakashi is, I swear on Kami, the best child in this world." Izumi bragged once more, and Juncho rolled her eyes while Minato gave her a smile.

"Maybe he'll be as smart as you are with you doting on him. Look at this, I studied for weeks and I am just exceeding a little bit." Juncho glared at her paper in disdain for the numbers written there while Izumi just sighed.

Izumi and Minato's mid-term exam scores are three standard deviations above their class' average. Hiromi was just above average, like Juncho. Everyone knew that Minato and her were the two genius children of the class. Minato had never even opened his text book. He was just that brilliant, and Izumi wholeheartedly believed that he would do something bigger than himself. A poor boy into a Hokage; it seemed to fit quiet nicely.

"We're just...good at studying." Izumi says quietly, mediating around her former arrogance, even if comment ripped around her head at what she could say. Juncho snorts, pulling her hair out of its loose tie, and began tying it up higher.

"Please. You two are brilliant."

"I'm not too smart." Minato modestly replied, but his blue eyes shining with happiness. Izumi gave them both a reassuring gaze, and Juncho beamed.

Minato made a worried noise. "At least exams are over. You look better now, Izumi-chan." He says cautiously, but Izumi shrugged her shoulders like she didn't know what he meant even though it was clear that she did.

Izumi's insomnia was a constant presence in her life. She isn't sure if it's shellshock or just a spirtual energy rift, but it is there. Thankfully, Kakashi was helping her with that issue. His constant presence was tiring. From his cries to Izumi taking care of him for hours, it wore her down. She was so tired, she slept for hours at a time, and she was getting better. Her eyes no longer possessed their dark circles under them nor did her hair look as greasy.

The best part, however, of her new found slumber was the fact that a certain cousin was not around to plague her with his presence. Tadashi (her dear hallucination) stopped coming. He stopped taunting her with past mistakes. He stopped calling her Izumiko and asking why she never stuck to her true name. He stopped asking why she activated his seal that one time. He was gone and it made life easier.

"So, Minato, did you ask?" Juncho asked hastily, dropping the subject at hand for one of a different value.

Minato nodded. "Hai. Kaa-chan said I could come over. Izumi?"

"Hai, hai." Izumi hadn't particularly asked if she could, but it wasn't like her new parents were around enough to notice. Sakumo and Mirai were busy with the baby, while Mother and Father were busy with their own lives. Izumi was a grown woman; why did she need their permission?

Juncho beamed, "Great." Her hands waved around excitedly. "My party is at noon, okay?"

Izumi nodded her agreement in unison with Minato. "I'll be there Saturday. I need a chance to escape my clan. My grandmother is coming Tuesday. Did you know I have a grandmother? I did not."

To put it simply, Izumi was less than pleased to have a winter vacation from school, as it meant more time with her family. She could not stand to be apart from Kakashi, but of course her parents decided to take a short break to spend part of this break with her. It was maddening, and Izumi was also displeased with meeting her grandmother. Why in Kami's name would this woman mean anything to her?

While Minato seemed geniuinely confused, Juncho nodded, sympathetic of the situation. She herself knew the burdens of being of an upper class, seeing as she was cousin to the heir of the Akimichi, and was in line for leadership.

Juncho beamed. "They pop out of no where!" She explained, more to Minato than anyone else. "Clans are full of members that are like 18th cousins or something. I have like 20 people claiming to be my aunties and plently of kids calling me Onee-chan. You, my friend, are lucky." She pats his shoulder and looks back down at her test scores, willing them with her eyes to change.

Izumi understood. She did seem to have 100 aunts and uncles, seeing as people appear from no where. The entire clan is very distant direct blood, so everyone is related via a comman ancestor. She and Juncho had the same relationship with their clan (she had been born cousin of the heir), but no one called her Onee-chan. The Hyuga seemed to tend to keep anyone in her age group away from her, but she understood that too.

They scorned her. She knew it. She scorned her for her strength, for her title as genius and prodigy. Izumi was different. She was unnatural. No one should be so strange, they whispered as they did as she was a baby. She is abnormal. Poor Noboru, Poor Asuka...They have such a strange child. Too strong for her age. Too smart. She was wrong. She was like an oni.

The clan didn't want her around their children. That was fine by her. She had all the people she needed.

The final bell rung its mundane ding, and Izumi glanced outside to see Oka standing there, waiting patiently for her. She stood slowly admist the rushing children and began to gather her things.

...

Izumi stuck her lip out in boredom as the she activated her Byakugan, the veins around her lilac eyes sticking out. She got into the ready stance of the Hyuga Gentle Step style, with her open palm towards her opponent.

"Must I?" Questioned the Hyuga heir as he stared up at Mother with resentment in his tone, and Izumi had to fight the urge to roll her eyes at him. Mother sighed quietly.

"Your father asked of me to train you better." Mother reasoned. "You need a sparring partner, and Housei-sama has demanded that you have someone other than me." She motioned towards the annoyed girl standing ready to fight. Hiashi's frown deepened, and the eleven year old looked as stubborn as the Shodai when he made Konoha.

"What about Hizashi? I can spar with my brother!"

"I-" Mother's breath hitched, and her eyes hardened. "He is busy and I am your sensei."

"But she's a girl. I don't want to hurt her."

Hiashi (in a Tadashi-like manner) aimed directly for her gender. Izumi smiled at him. "Mama I can't fight him! He's a boy! Girls can hurt boys." She spoke childishly, pushing all the buttons that used to set her cousin off. Hiashi seemed to grow agitated with each word that came out of her mouth, and his veins budged as he glared at the girl.

He attacked swiftly, obvious arrogant in his movements. He swung at her, his yukata sleeve fluttering as his opponent leisurely moved her head out of the way, and aimed with the grace of a dancer towards his sides with swift jabs. He grunted as one blow of chakra burned the skin of his chest, but rolled out of the way.

Izumi leapt away as he charged towards her again, and he was slightly off balance from the burn of the slight blow. She swiftly dodged the surge of chakra he had aimed at her with his palm, and she flipped backwards in the air to get a distance. His chakra points and vital pathways danced in her eyes, and something made her want to attack with all her might. Izumi was sorely lacking in the training department due to her lack of a partner, and this was the first real fight she had had for a good while. She took a step back and got into a defensive stance.

"Is this all the challenge I get?" She questioned mockingly. With a cry Hiashi charged at his cousin, aiming a blow at her chest. It caused a smile to tug at her lips, as she easily avoided the onslaught of quickly aimed attacks. His hand swung out for her face only to meet air. His palm turned to the right as he attacked again, and the girl had already spun to the left. The only sounds in the lavish Hyuga compound consisted of the fluttering of sleeves and frustrated grunts.

"Will you stop moving?" The irritated boy snarled, and it made her smile at his break in character. Hyuga did not get irritated nor did they have any emotion outside of a blank mask of integrity.

Izumi spun, dodging his next attack, and sought quickly to counterattack with a sweep of her her arms, careful to avoid his other palm. He hadn't expected this, and had little room to actually duck, but he was swift enough to manage to get away with only her palm grazing the tips of his dark hair. He swept his leg out in a low spin kick, hoping to knock the smaller ninja off her feet, but Izumi simply jumped up. She used his position to her advantage, and kicked her leg out when he leaped to get back onto his feet. Her kick sent him sprawling, and Izumi's eyes widened, overly excited about to prospect of using more danger blows against him.

She smirked at him, bringing her hand up to beckon him at her as he stood up. He moved to strike her in the chest, using his superior strength to his advantage. His palm hit the ground where she had been standing, causing the floor of the dojo to burst with shards of wood and splinters. Izumi dodged his next attack, however she spun around him quickly, attacking his back.

The palm of her hand just barely grazed his sides before he moved again, but he winced at the pain seeping into the chakra burn. Izumi smirked at him, and while her blow didn't have enough energy to stop the flow of chakra in that area, it would sting like hell and slow him down. Izumi struck out with his arm, forcing Hiashi to retreat in his steps.

Jūken was, to all extents, a dance. Despite how it looks, there is no marked rhythm to the fighting style and the movements lacked the strength and power expected from a technique that can kill from a single touch. It took skill that most did not possess to graceful and effectively move from on posture to another smoothly. Everything involving Jūken was fluid, smooth, like a dance. It was beautiful ballet that both sparring partner knew the parts of, and that was the basics of their movements. Izumi suspected the taijutsu style was created to be a dance, seeing as the clan itself is rumored to be started by a woman. The great-great-great-great granddaughter of some Rabbit Goddess that Izumi had heard about. Kasuya? Kagura? She didn't know nor did she care. The only goddess that Izumi acknowledged was Her Holiness, The Lady Godess Amaterasu.

He dove at her, and stopped as his lip quivered in emotion. The taunting smirk on Hiashi's face completely dissolved into a grimance as he felt the effects of the blow that Izumi got to his ribs. Izumi watched in mild shock. She hadn't used that much chakra...had she?

Hiashi hid his weakness, and quickly got back into an offensive stance and charged her, but this time more cautious of her flying hands. He rained down upon in a series of kicks, strikes, and chakra blasts to attempt to get any type of blow on her, but she was too quick. She easily dodged each one successively, and Hiashi was frustrated. Each of his attacks were met with an open palm or a kick in defense. Izumi was slightly disappointed by this boy; the Hyuga heir. His footwork had vastly decayed as time went on, and Izumi had noticed that the kata being taught to these people were different from what it was in her day.

Izumi had been taught the Jūho. Gentle Step.

It seemed that the Hyuga had adapted differently by believing that Gentle Fist was the parent style when in fact it was created as an easier version of Gentle Step. Jūho was all that Izumi had been taught and while she was skilled in both, she realized that it was messing with the balance of the clan kata. The reason that Gentle Fist was so sloppy was because it was not as refined as Gentle Step. Because the clan had never been trained in the delicate and difficult steps of Jūho, they will never be able to fully grasp the strength of the Hyuga legacy and Izumi is ashamed of that.

To Izumi, Hiashi was clumsy on his feet, very sloppy in the way that he moved, and Izumi wondered how he would react to gentle step. He plunges forward, and it takes her all of three seconds to finish.

"Fenikkususutoraiku."

Phoenix Strike. The ultimate Jūho technique, but of course Izumi used almost no chakra to create it in her palms. The dark purple phoenix did not even form, just chakra and she strikes down on Hiashi. He moves into a Rotation that Izumi breaks through and at the last moment her chakra flow stops and she settles for a plain punch to the face, leaving him on the floor winded and disgraced.

"So," Izumi chirped in the voice reserved for Tadashi. "What were you saying about girls?" She leaned down at him with a wry smile, and Hiashi just grunted, looking away.

...

Their house smells of scented candles, while the rest of the area consisted of masterful composure of shoji screens and calligraphy hung on the walls. Everything is repainted and scrubbed, and the servants are tired. Oka had placed flowers on small tables that Izumi knew were just for show. They were there to symbolize wealth and prosperity. They were overly large and colored to show off the fact they could afford to use money on extravegant things.

Along the walls are beautiful painted scrolls where the images come to life. Delicate scriptures line the sides while dragons fly and goddesses and gods flaunt their holy glory. Everything was polished to the point of Izumi's reflection bouncing from the floor to her eyes, and she ponders if she could eat off of the floor.

Even she had been utterly scrubbed with waters of lavender and rose petals, so if she had a new skin, that was not her fault. Her own has been peeled away by the scrubbing hands of Oka.

Her entire body was clean and scented while her hair was tied up in a lovely manner. They had cut away parts and hid white under purple to achieve one of the most complicated hairstyles that Izumi knows of, well the second most complicated.

The maru mage was a tedious style that involved yanking all of Izumi's hair back using wax and many, many pins. Her purple locks were threaded through a large comb called a bincho, which was skillfully placed into the back of her hair (it hurt quite a bit), to spread it out behind her ears. Izumi had never adopted this style, but a few of her servants had and she remembers that there was a special type of pillow designed to preserve this hairdo, but Izumi couldn't recall its name.

The hairstyle itself emphasised the forehead as the Hyuga clan was solely based upon whether or not you were marked. While Izumi didn't have the Curse Seal, she did possess a strange vertical line slashed down her forehead, looking strangely like a closed eye that was turned sideways. It wasn't too fatal a flaw, but Izumi wasn't quite she liked it being presented and all. Her kimono was plain, only light blue silk with a highly designed obi, and stitched petals flowing from the bottom up.

If anything, Izumi looked like a doll; pretty and poised. Mother stood with her own kimono on, but her hair was not nearly as well-done as her daughter's was, seeing as her indigo hair was in a simple bun. She looked very displeased, but also very happy.

Father bit his lip trying to calm his apprehension, and he looked at the door from the sitting area where he and Izumi dwelled. Mother was off in the kitchen, elegantly creating dinner for the occasion.

A curt knock startles the awkward silence that followed, and Oka jumped up to answer the door. She and Seishiro lived in a joint house at the back of Izumi's since they directly served the family. She hurried away, her soft woven-sandals hitting the wooden flooring in a serious of quiet thumps.

Father's face become serious, and he looks more regal as he stands up to meet his guest. Izumi stands too, following after him. The newcomer she sees down the corridor is a was a tall, thin, severe-looking woman, standing tall as if she herself is clan leader. She moved in an unhurried, regal way, with a quiet dignity around her. One the leading factors of Izumi's notice was that she was one of the tallest women that she had ever seen. She stood at a firm 6 feet, and Izumi was aghst with shock. The Hyuga women were not known for being tall, instead they were known for fertility.

The tallest women that Izumi knew of was her, who died at at a firm 5'11.

She was very different from Mother, who was small and petite. Her face was round with intelligant, sharp eyes and she had very fair skin and lustrous blue hair with a few grey streaks that were down in an elaborate fashion.

Her bangs and front hair were pulled back and up, tied with a small silk rbbon. Another ribbon secured the long hair behind the back in an elegant manner that still showed her unmarked forehead. It was a style only her sister Natsu every used.

She spoke in a warm soprano that had turned sharp. "Noboru-san." She greets, yet her voice is curt. Cold. It is as if she did not approve of him as her daughter's groom, nor the father of her child. It was a forced pleasantry that had turned sour.

"Hibana-sama." He responded kindly to her, despite her coldness towards him. He stepped aside to let her pass, and she moved forward to examine Izumi, staring her down with a blank face that her grandaughter easily matched.

"Honorable Grandmother." Izumi speaks softly, but it is heard. She never breaks eye contact, and it is a battle of dominance that she cannot lose.

It is Lady Hibana that breaks eye contact, her pale orbs darting to Father. "I see you taught her manners. You have done...something well." It is not a compliment. "Her forehead is high, that means good fertility. An engagement to Hiashi-boy would be fitting. She is a little short, but her skin is unblemished and her eyes are intelligant. Yes, she could be the clan matriarchal." Her grandmother has high ambitions, and pride to serve it well.

But Izumi was 100% sure that Hiashi would not marry her, seeing as every sparring session that they had resulted in his defeat. Besides, Hiromi was getting engaged to him if rumors are true.

"She is only five, Hibana-sama." Father notes mildly, keeping his cool despite the hidden distaste in his tone. Lady Hibana nods slowly, understandingly.

"Yes." There is protest in her voice. She turns her attentions away from him, looking past him. "Where is my daughter?"

"Here, Mother," called Mother from the kitchen, and she moves into the corridor with Oka in tow (she had gotten scared and abandoned ship), and she gave a genuine smile. "Izumi, sweetie, come to Kaachan."

"Hai, Kaachan." She intones, moving towards her and wrapping her arms around the woman in a babyish manner that did not befit a 85 year old. She wondered if Lady Hibana was as old as she, then decided against it. She looked too young.

"Dinner is ready, Mother. Izumi, baby, please go sit at the table." Mother commands, rubbing her back, and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. Lady Hibana made a noise, and shook her head.

"She cannot sit at table with those clothes." She interjected. "A child of her bloodline should never eat in her day kimono. You servant," Hibana points to Oka, who stares at her feet nervously. "change my grandchild into a night yukata for her meal."

Izumi frowns, because she used to do this when she was a child. The would constantly dress and redress her all through the day because she was clan heiress. Why must she do so now?

"What do you waiting for? Go!" She said authoritatively as Oka hesitated, and Izumi frowned at her tone, and she beamed.

"Yes, Oka-neechan!" She chirped. "Let's change."

As she turned to give Lady Hibana an icy, cold glare, and a pleasant smirk at the appauled face that she possessed.

...

Dinner was tense, and in Izumi's opinion, it was too much. They kneeled on their finest, softest zabuton and the table waa set.

There was chicken teriyaki, berkshire pork cutlet, katsu-don, deep fried oysters, assorted fresh raw fish on rice, boiled salmon, fried and buttered shrimp, saba shioyaki, fried bean curd, and even nabeyaki udon. She kind of just stared at it in distaste, and only ate the shrimp seeing as that was one of her favorite foods. It was way too much! They usually didn't have this fancy of a dinner, and Lady Hibana and Mother spoke quietly from their place at the table.

Izumi had been changed into a purple yukata with longer sleeves to represent the fact that she was a child and umarried. She had been less than pleased when Hibana ordered Oka out like a dog, and it took all of her former patience to keep quiet and not verbal degrade her grandmother.

She wanted to be with Kakashi and play with him, or even feed him or change him. She could be eating sweets with Mirai or even training with Sakumo. She could be with Miho and Minato or eating at Juncho's parent's resturant, but no she was here.

"I hear that you've let my granddaughter attend the Academy." Lady Hibana said after she finished chewing, and Mother nods quickly.

"Yes. She'd doing exceedingly well. She is top of her class and kunoichi of the years. They've even offered to graduate her within another year." Mother brags, sighing thoughfully because Izumi was her whole world and the purple-haired girl knew it.

Hibana made a strangled sound. "With civilian children? Someone of her rank? And she addresses the help so...so..."

"Familiarly? Perhaps that's because I care for my friends. They're not just servants." was Izumi's mild-mannered answer and Lady Hibana gasped, looking offended.

"Children are to be seen, not heard!" Lady Hibana hissed, turning towards Mother. "How did you manage to ruin a child like this? This little girl is of a royal bloodline and she has no respect! My grandmother, Amateratsu bless her soul, would have been ashamed of her. She was blessed with my Grand-Aunt's name and she is so disrespectful," The older woman sneers at her as if she has swallowed a lemon, and Izumi beams back at her, because damnit she hates this old hag.

"Not this again..." Father groaned into his hands, and focused solely on his food, and refused to listen Hibana's insulted rabbles.

Mother set her Plum Wine onto the table harshly. "Mother we are distantly related to a Hyuga clan leader. We are not of any good blood. Izumi is only in line for leadership because Hizashi was branded. Please do not bring up your grandmother again. Please." She says the last part pleadingly, but of course Hibana hears none of that.

"My mother was the daughter of a Clan Head, and my brother was the former clan head!" Hibana explained. "They understood the different between Branch and Main, and my grandmother made sure of that. Lady Amaterasu help my grandchild."

'At least she honors the right god.' Izumi thought distantly. Her temper got the best of her, and she was one to hold a grudge over anything.

The words leaves her lips before she can stop them. "Honorable Grandmother, if you would be so kind as to stop bringing dead relatives into it. I highly doubt we are related to the former clan leaders. Even if we are, they are dead." Well, she was a clan leader, but that was besides the point right about now. She didn't like Lady Hibana and at this point, Lady Hibana didn't like her.

"How dare you!" The old woman looked so offended.

"Izumi, baby, don't-"

"Asuka-koi, just eat your dinner and let our daughter handle your witch- I mean mother."

"My grandmother raised me." The old woman asserted. "Nana Natsu didn't have to, but she did! You will respect this clan and its tradtions."

Izumi froze, "Natsu?"

"Yes. My grandmother was the Clan Leader, Lady Natsu. You have her sister's name and yet you disrepect you're great-great-great-aunt. Those two were leaders and princesses, and you just speak so...so..." Lady Hibana loses her words, just as Izumi does as thoughts whirled around, and suddenly the old woman and young girl on their feet glaring at each other, while her parents continue their meal with concern lacing their faces.

"Tradition has always said that Branch is below us and our servants. It is best you learn that now," She storms out with all the grace of a swan, despite her hurried steps and slightly-clenched fists.

That was Natsu's granddaughter. Her grandmother was Natsu's grandchild. She was not only Natsu's great-great-great grandchild, she was her own great-great-great niece. How the hell did that even...?

Only she would be the one that Kami constantly messed with, and she leisurely tossed herself back onto the soft cushions, and felt like she would soon have a headache. She wondered if she could stay with Minato or maybe visit Kakashi for the rest of the day, because she just fucked everything and this family was too much to handle.

"So," Father spoke first. "I believe that went well."

...

A little late, but better late than never. Yeah, this is filler. The Time Skip is next chapter, but I have exams so it may be late. You may also notice that Hiashi is older than Minato. With ages, I am a little off cannon. Hiashi is 41 when Part 1 is released, but Minato (if he lived) would only have been 36. So some ages are right, but some are wrong. On a happier note, I'm learning Russian which will be my 4th language. I feel dominant. Enjoy!