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Chapter Twenty Eight
Bags dropping to her side's, random objects left to roll out, Inare spread her arms wide giving a high pitched squeal before she ran and jumped onto the soft mattress, ignoring the multiple dust particles that instantly flew into the air, upon the bouncy landing of her belly flop.
Giggling and rolling along the bed onto her back, Inare's laughed increased in volumes as she thought about the lovely night she was going to have sleeping in a bed for the first time in nearly a month. Sitting up, she looked around the room, glad to see that everything was just as she had left it.
While there was now a fine layer of dust coating everything, Inare was not put off, knowing that soon someone would probably come along and clean it up.
As much as she did want to just curl up and sleep, it was still midday and Inare couldn't bring herself to ruin the precious moment yet, and willed herself to wait until new sheets had been put down and she had bathed herself, washing he hair at least four times.
Facing the door, Inare had to cut her laugher short when she saw a spectator resting against the door frame, hair loose pooling down his shoulders, arms crossed making his torso look enormous and shoulders even bigger, armed to the tooth in the standard red uniform as he peered in with unhidden amusement.
"What do you want Madara?" she asked, concealing her embarrassment at having been seen by unintentionally being rude.
"Not the way to ask something to the person who pulled you out of a war, now, is it?" he replied, looking unmoved by her demanding question, but willing to still be obnoxious with his reply.
Refraining from apologising, Inare asked more politely, her voice coating with pleasantness that sounded too nice to be real. "What may I be of assistance for, Madara?"
"What a lovely way to ask such a question. With such a face, as you lie on your bed, I could only ask for one thing from you."
Face crinkling into confusion, Inare tried not to let his words bother her too much. "Just tell me already." Her previous rudeness leaking in.
Readjusting his position at the doorframe, Madara took a long step into the room, reaching behind to close the door behind him.
Inare's back stiffened, as she continued to sit on the bed, her legs coming around to dangle off the edge in case she needed to move quickly.
"You look like a rabbit ready to bolt." Madara commented, his eyes fixed on her as he stalked his way around the bed, slowly moving out of her line of sight, forcing the medic to follow his movements with her head.
Gulping, Inare shifted herself forward slightly on the bed, close to her edge.
"You haven't exactly given me any reason to be comfortable around you." She semi-lied. He had given her reason to be relaxed and safe in his presence before, many times in fact, this time just wasn't one of them.
Madara blinked, a thought passing through his head before it vanished quickly, replaced by a more serious concern.
"The blood?" he asked, at least Inare thought he asked, tone assuming a business like manner as he reached the window.
A dumb moment passed Inare as she thought about what he was referring to, and when she did get it, Madara had already opened the window and a gush of wind came blowing in, kicking up all the dust into the air, making Inare cough before she could reply.
Opening her eyes to a squint, thinking that the dust tried would pry its way into them, Inare was astounded to see the all the dust suspended randomly in the air as if the particles where stuck in time.
Eye twinkling with awe, Inare looked to Madara for an explanation, he seemed to be the one most likely responsible for it.
From his stance by the window, he received a good look at the small smile that was beginning to play on her face as her hands reached out to cautiously touch specs of dust. Flicking one, the small object was pushed away by the force only to return back to its original position in a bouncy movement.
His imagination on what the fairer sex considered beautiful being limited, Madara was surprised that she wasn't complaining about the dust being dirty and appeared to be enjoying their sporadic movements as her hand swung to hit thousands of particles.
"What did you do?" she asked eventually, despite having glanced over at him twice already to see if he too was enjoying to display.
He wasn't, mostly because he couldn't exactly see it, it was a figment of his imagination combined with the jutsu as the wind came into the room. He could only deduce what it was she was seeing. He knew the moment he told her what it was he had done, her fun would be ruined.
"Genjutsu." He replied, prepared for the oncoming assault of insults, as she forbade him to place her under a genjustsu, or something of the kind.
Instead, what he got was a drawn in breath as she blew out, scattering move particles and watching as they bounced back. "But it looks so real." She breathed out, her voice sweet and still with pleasant awe.
Shrugging when she looked over to him, he was bored with waiting.
Anyone within a radius of the room would not be able to hear them in this jutsu, and it seemed to put Inare in a good mood, so it worked to his advantage on both sections of importance.
"The blood, as I said, needs to be analysed, and see if it can apply to the research Ebisu conducted on the bacteria, as I told you before." Inare hummed, in a form of response. "I have a few notes that he gave me a while back, to explain the process, and a few books that he thought of relevance for me to understanding what… Inare?" he said her name. She hummed again, still focused intently on the dust, as she tried to catch them in her hand, pulling them back for them to spring back like an elastic band. "Listen Inare." He said firmly.
Starling a little, Inare turned to face him. "I am, I am. Stuff about blood and books… and other stuff." Mumbling out what little she had listened to of what he had said.
Restraining a growl, at how unexpected this was. He figured if she was happy, she would listen. Instead, she is distracted. He could never achieve the best results no matter what he did with this woman.
"Analyse the blood. Tell me what you find out." Summarising all that he had intended to tell he in two short sentences, knowing that she was still probably only half listening. "Ask me if you need Ebisu's notes."
"Notes? You had a set of notes that you could have given me from the beginning?" She asked, not paying attention, the girl seemed to have given up on being angry at him for that.
Madara really didn't get her at the best of times, she listened intently when he least expected it, and appeared to be on the brink of getting angry. He wanted to groan this time. He too was tired, and didn't want to deal with this when there were many duties for him to fulfil. Admittedly, none of them where ever as entertaining as her.
With a quick hand sign, he broke the jutsu effortlessly, before quickly leaving the room as he heard her complaints about how he was wasting her time follow out from the door.
The next day Inare felt it much better spirits, while still feeling moderately lethargic, she was clean and well rested.
While as much as she did not want to do anything but lie around and do nothing, she did in a way owe Madara. He did after all pull her ass out of that war.
It ended in a successful victory for the Uchihas. There wasn't as much drama as Inare imagined there would be, since it was the castle that the daimyo, who hired the Uchiha clan, wanted. Inare still was under this impression that there would be this grand storming of the castle. Charging in, swords unsheathed as they soldiers rode in on horseback…
War had certainly taken a toll on her mental statues.
Anyhow, the Uchiha managed to pull out the castles defenders, and engage them in battle, having pushed the Senju clan back far enough to engage the castle. No damage was done, to the building, as apparently the daimyo wanted it in perfect condition, quite a strange request in Inare's eyes since it was a war after all and there will always be collateral.
Once the forces where driven out, they focused on dividing up the Senju forces, in order to prevent a counter attack, while a messenger was sent to the daimyo, for his forces to come in an occupy the castle so that they could all go home.
It was a strange day when the daimyo and his forces arrived. The aura that his men radiated was quite a regular one, and she could only guess that there weren't that many shinobi among them. Their arrival on the battle field and subsequent occupation of the castle, abruptly ended the conflict between the Senju and Uchiha's, as if there was some mutual understanding of who the victor was.
At this point, Madara, as the General and Head, was no longer needed. For that he was to be the first person to return. Initially, Inare was meant to stay, since the forces could not depart initially as they had to secure the castle in case the Senju did come back under the orders of their daimyo.
She wouldn't have entirely minded it. Since she would no longer have to run around like a headless chicken on a battle field, just be in a tent stitching shinobi back together again! Besides, by that point she had established good contact with Isshin again, he having to stay in Madara's place, and wouldn't have been entirely lonely.
However, Madara had other plans for her, and requested that she return with him immediately to the fortress, claiming that there was someone higher up that was ill and she was needed. The fact that he made this announcement in front of Kyo-kun gave her a lot to snigger about.
After that, she packed her bags, and the two of them, plus accompanying advisors and guards headed back to the Uchiha fortress.
Which lead her back to where she now stood. In a dusty and dirty lab with a look of disgust on her face. She had been away for a while, but she didn't think it was long enough for a thick layer of dust and black mould to have started growing on the walls.
Her lab was so far underground that it was no surprise, with the constant dampness. However with the recent heat she had been experiencing, the cold was almost welcoming for her.
Before she could even think about anything, Inare had to clean up. She just couldn't bring herself to work in such an environment. Although the truth could be that she was procrastinating.
Susumu had yet to return to being her guard, and she had a temporary man until he did. Apparently he was off on some mission. Inare hoped that it lasted a while, he was always so bored when he had to watch over her.
She did owe Madara. She hadn't really wanted to stay, even thought she could have endured it. Being back brought a great sense of happiness to Inare, followed by her doubts. It scared her how well she had settled herself into this lifestyle.
She had just been to a war! Yet, she felt so little from it all.
Sighing quite dramatically, she pulled out the scroll that was carefully concealed in the obi of her kimono. A small scroll that it was, it held inside something that Madara had almost risked his life for. A few millilitres of blood, apparently off of someone important. Scoffing, Inare pulled out a long glass pipette with a rubber bung at the top that would suck up the blood.
Measuring out two millilitres and put it onto a glass tray that went under her microscope.
After focusing and adjusting the light source, Inare got a look at the blood that Madara was so desperate to get.
It took her a good few moments to be even moderately impressed by the blood, as all she could initially see was red blood cells, platelets and lymphocytes. Nothing interesting.
Magnifying in some more, she focused more intently on an individual blood cell, startled to see a strange colour pigmentation on it that wasn't red. It had a vague blue tint to it, spiking her curious.
Searching for the finest needle that could found Inare skilfully worked at extracting a single cell from the sample. The intention being to use her chakra to ease the blood cells into the needle, collecting her sample.
The moment her chakra was released in a fine stream the blood cells scattered as if a strong wind just blew them all away. Not just the blood cells, all other substances present too.
Ridiculously confused at what just happened, Inare looked up from the microscope to see that the blood was now splashed over the parts of the table and the device.
Making a face, that expressed a dumb look, Inare wanted to laugh at how stupid it was that had happened. But her mind was too busy wracking through all possibilities as to why that could happen.
She paced in the lab, muttering furiously as she singlehandedly debated. Snapping no's and yes's when she was too pulled into her mind to care that she had begun to talk aloud her thoughts.
Flunking into a chair, resting her head on a hand, still unable to decipher it. She consulted a book, then another, and another. Began testing on her own blood, trying the same thing, only to get no reaction. Why should she? She had done the very same technique on other blood, and her own!
Banging her head on the table, Inare grew angry at the frustration building up within her, unable to figure it out.
She left the room, asked her guide to escort her to a kitchen, where she picked up a mountain of dango and a jug of water. Back on her lab, she calmly read thought a book as thick as her head while daintily shoving food into her mouth.
The answer came to her that following evening, with a cry of delight, a jump in the air, before the excitement overcame her and she began playing with the blood in a glass petri- dish pushing it around with carefully controlled chakra.
This man's blood was certainly unique, something that Madara would be very interested in hearing. It was almost as if his blood was charged. Charged with chakra!
Inare couldn't even believe it herself at first, but then it made sense. Chakra is repelled by another's chakra, only an individual chakra can co-exist and be intertwined. Almost like magnets, except in this case, opposite repel and likes attract. At least she thought so.
Blood cells normally don't contain any chakra, since they are simply a form of transport of vital substance around the body. But in Senju's case, this man's blood considered chakra as vital to the body, and was transporting it.
She could only imagine what his body was like, chakra fuelling his blood.
It was difficult to tell exactly if this was some form of mutation, an extremely rare condition that had never been diagnosed or studied, or maybe it was cancerous cells attaching themselves onto the blood cells and infusing chakra. Whatever it was, the desire to discover and solve this puzzle had Inare fascinated.
They began as mere whispers.
Spreading among small clusters, slowly working its way into the open of the greater populous. At first many where dubious to its possibility. Then, as they watched the continuous rage continue to boil away at their future, they decided there was the need for change.
For only with change would their future brighten from the dark hate painted canvas that was set out in front of them.
However, it only ever remained as a conscious desire, never acted upon. It was a small even that lead to a growing hope, as the spring of the following year began to take full hold onto the forests surrounding their home.
The union of two daimyos that held a small amount of territory to the south, joining their shinobi and military strength to create a new land, to which they names, Land of Rivers. Primary reasons for this unity were to conjoin their resource pool, hoping to improve failing economies substantially. These new lands mineral sources, where going to allow for this new land to strive.
A union as such might have alarmed or even worried leaders of clans, however, even united in forces, this new land was well below the majority in territorial strength and so most chose to watch from a distance with silent curiosity.
What this new change did do, was break the mould. The fear of change was beginning to waver, more importantly; the myth of peace was beginning to be remembered as truth.
Resisting the darkness that wanted to snuff out the glimmers of light that grew from within them, they began to join hands, leading each other to brightness
"I want to know how some brat go hand of a document that I was supposed to be the first to see."
"It wasn't classified as secretive, it was just a simple letter addressed to you, so it might have just got mixed up with other stuff. Wrong place at the right time, and all that. People get noisy of other peoples letters"
"The youth of today don't appreciate anything."
"That can't really be your reason for rejecting. Since, we are actually part of their generation. If anything, you should be more understanding, which is what they will be expecting of you."
Madara snorted, hating all of it to the core.
"You have to face it brother. We either give in or face the threat of riots and mutiny of our own people. It would destroy us as a clan. You may be the Clan Leader, but that does not make you a dictator, and neither do you want to be. Unless, I'm mistaken?" Izuna probed.
Madara felt heavy, weighed down by a massive responsibility that called for him to make a decision that he really did not want to make.
Seeing his older brother unease as a lack of reply, Izuna tried to lighten to stress. "Well, look at it this way. Agree. No harm will come out of that, since it doesn't guarantee success, and if it all fails, you please everyone by having tried."
His words only went so far, as even as he spoke Madara's head gradually filled with ever more doubts and possibilities, none of which were going to aid him.
Izuna stood, seeing that his brother needed time to think it all through, his presence would only probably distract him.
"You have time to think, no one is pushing you." He made his way to the door, opening it up and made to leave. "Just don't take too long." He warned Madara, closing the door softly as he left.
Entering the room, in what could only be described as a herd of elephants, Inare made a seriously amount of noise, as she slammed the door shut and began running towards the stairs. She sounded like a child that had just woken up on the day of its birthday, or maybe the day of a big festival.
Uncontrolled excitement oozing from all over her.
She stopped when she realised that she wasn't alone, and spied Madara sitting in a chair by the unlit fireplace.
The excitement practically exploded out of her.
"Madara!" she cried out. Then realising that the two of them weren't alone, quickly added the appropriate suffix after a pause, "Sama!" sounding somewhat like a retard.
The guard that had accompanied her, realised that his duties where over for the day, and left after bowing and wishing them a good night.
"You wouldn't believe what I just found!" she cried, childlike joy clear in her voice and face that was lit up in anticipation of what she was about to reveal.
He didn't reply, nor did he even look up.
Inare paused at his lack of response. She wondered if she had caught him a bad time, since she was rarely the one to ever prompt a conversation with him in the evening, so she couldn't tell if she had or not.
They were alone, but he was likely to have a lot on his mind.
"If now is not a good time, Ill tell you later." She told him, her excitement deflated out of her.
Inare had really wanted to tell him. Not because she wanted to tell Madara, but because she wanted someone to know what she had done. If her life was going to way she wanted it to, Kirno would have been the first person to know. Followed by Ebisu, then maybe Isshin and Hisokam, although those two probably wouldn't get it.
That wasn't to say Madara was excluded from the list of people she would have told, given the case he was the only person she could tell.
Making to leave the room, Inare headed for the stairs, only to be stopped by Madara calling out for her.
"Inare."
Turning, she glanced back to him. He had remained where she was. Obscured from her view, but for the main of hair draped down his back.
"You can tell me." He told her.
"You sure? It's not really such a big thing." She lied "I can tell you later, if you want." She spoke to his back.
"No, now is fine."
"But if you're busy of if there's like a lot on yo–"
"You want to tell me. Don't you?" He turned to face her, and she saw his face for the first time since yesterday. She suddenly remembered being angry at him, but for the reason, she couldn't quite remember.
A smile lit her face up. Yes, she did want to tell him, she really wanted to tell someone. Nodding enthusiastically, she practically skipped her way over to the opposite chair to sit down. Ready to finally shock him with something that she knew he wouldn't know.
She wasn't always so confident in her knowledge of things, and receiving praise form another, especially if the other person was more knowledge that she was, always brought such joy inside of her. Inare wanted more than anything for Kirno to be the one praising her for such a discovery, but at the same time, ever since she began on this crazy quest, she had wanted Madara to applaud her for whatever it might she finds. However small it is.
Sitting down with some degree of elegance, Inare brought her knees together as she leaned forward, ready to throw everything out.
"The blood that you asked me to test…" she took a deep breath in. "Madara, it's amazing." She truly was breathless over it all. "He is amazing." She remembered to out reality into the science, that blood belonged to someone. "Right now, I don't think I have a foolproof explanation for why, or how exactly it benefits anything, but… you just have to hear it!"
The black haired male smiled. She was rambling slightly, practically panting like she had ran for hours as she told him, he wasn't sure he had ever seen her so amazed as something. It came as no surprise that it was something biological that had put her in such a state.
"It's like… not it's like it, it is. There is chakra in his blood! Can you believe it! After everything that I have ever known, or developed in understanding of the human body, to think, that there is someone out there with chakra in his blood. He must be amazing." She looked at Madara, he appeared relatively composed at her announcement.
Continuing. "Normally, chakra is in our cells. It just stays there, as that's where it's developed by out body and stored. When the chakra is used, it is stimulated by our nerves to become active." She was practically quoting from Kirno's research at this point. "The travelling through specific pathways, we can use it in the form of jutsu's." Quite simplified for Madara's sake, but she believed she got the most important concepts of it. "When a medic, for example, heals another, it is a really unnatural process. Our bodies cannot heal that fast, so out chakra is practically pushed aside to make way for the foreign chakra, during the healing process.
"Taking that concept in mind, it is natural to assume that different chakra's repel each other, while same chakra attracts. When using chakra, that guys blood just splashed all over the place!" she exclaimed.
"But why isn't there any chakra in the blood?" Madara asked, as she had gone on about chakra being in Senju's blood as being special, but not explained why.
"Because of what I said before. Chakra can only exist in cells, it must contain a nucleus." She was sure that she had made that clear "It has to be contained by cytoplasma inside the cells, and the double membranes. Red blood cells don't have that type of structure. It's almost as if, his body doesn't just require oxygen to be transported by red blood cells, like for normal people, but also chakra. His own chakra is a source of energy for him. Crazy right."
She had somewhat lost him on that last bit, but he understood for the most part.
The knowledge sickened him. Madara knew much about Hashirama's fighting style and was able to fight against it, but to think that the Senju's was biologically superior to him. Fists balled at his sides, the added knowledge not improving his already foul mood.
"So all this got me thinking a bit. About chakra's role in the body. If in theory, chakra can be used to active certain aspects of the body, the body could be modified to utilize chakra in a very different form. One of greater maintenance. Say for example, your body was immortal, in a sense that cells didn't die. They kept on living, you would have an issue if you where to ever get injured. Right? Because, the cells you would have where just like a decoration, they just lived. If they couldn't die, then cells would copy themselves. So you wouldn't be able to heal.
I think the body needs to be changed. In a genetic sense. The cells almost need to have chakra as part of its infrastructure, which it does, but not just in the cell… right into the nucleus."
Madara looked confused. "There's no chakra in the nucleus" she explained. "It just doesn't exist there. The nucleus membrane is impermeable to chakra."
Having practically regurgitated all of that knowledge out to Madara, Inare was quite ready to collapse back into the chair and fall asleep.
"So you suggest what exactly? That Senju Hashirama's blood can make someone immortal?"
"Undeniably, there is something special about that chakra. If it can manifest itself inside blood cells. I don't think the chakra itself could do that, if not then he would be immortal. Which I don't think is the case. It's more of how the chakra is used, and where. I think it's worth a shot."
He nodded. "How will you do it?"
"Well first, I'm going to have to harvest a raw sample of his chakra. Something that you get by having loads of cells, and then you just take the collective chakra that they produce. It will be difficult, and pure chakra cannot be obtained from outside the cells since its filtered by as it leaves the them. In order to do that, I would need to cultivate his cells. Then with that pure chakra, it should be possible to experiment its effect on a foreign cell, or even another organism."
"You can do all that?" Moderately amazed at it all.
Inare smiled at something that Madara clearly didn't know, and she was going to take pleasure in telling him "No."
Madara wanted to groan. After she goes on about all that she needs to do, just to tell him she cannot do it. "Why?" he somewhat stressed in a demanding voice.
"Because" He was really getting fed up of hearing that word. "I cannot cultivate blood plasma and still maintain the same degree of concentration of original blood cells. I need skin cells, or preferably cells straight from the bone marrow, as these cells would have nucleuses and could be cultivated. Would Senju Hashirama be a willing donor?"
She honestly wasn't being sarcastic. Madara could see that she really wanted to know the answer to this question. Maybe she was just stupid, more likely just ignorant of anything outside of an anatomy book.
"No. He would not." He gritted out, trying not to take out a whole days worth of frustration out on her.
This was all turning out to be just wonderful.
"A shame." Inare mumbled.
She needed to shut up.
Inare came to a sudden understanding. She leaned forward in her seat. "Ahh, I see. That was a pretty stupid question, you guys are enemies." She said remembering that night. "He would be a willing donor. But that's not huge issue, really. You guys just can fight again–"
She really needed to shut up.
"and bring me back some skin. That should be enough as long as you take care to pu–"
It happened so quickly that Inare couldn't respond. Her body was left frozen, as her jaw was painfully grabbed by strong hands that where unrelenting in their grip.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." he snarled lowly, his mouth so close to hers as he enunciated each word sinisterly in his deep voice.
Red swirling eyes were locked with Inare's plain brown ones. Her quivering eyes and lips indicative of the terror she was feeling.
Seeing the fear in her eyes, Madara released his grip, Inare slumped back into her seat, putting distance between the two of them. Her body still shaking. Madara turned away from her, looking to the other side of the library, his face hidden from her.
"Leave." He told her. Words empty of any identifiable emotion. His back wide and strong as it moved away from her with one step.
Inare didn't move, she didn't think she could. Her knees where still shaking form the shock.
"I said. Leave!" he snarled when she hadn't moved for a few long seconds, sending a rush of adrenaline through Inare body, she bolted from her chair. Stumbling towards the floor but managing to catch herself.
Hear heart raced as she ran away from his and up the stairs. The loud opening and closing of two sets of doors quickly followed.
Madara worked his way back to his chair, collapsed into it. His face resting in the palm of his hand.
"I hope you are aware of how delicate such a situation is." The tall brown haired man spoke to the gray haired woman.
"Greatly. But now you know almost all you need to destroy them. But I know that's not what you want."
"You seem to place a lot of trust into my judgement. How do you know that I won't just use this data to completely annihilate your former clan?"
"I neither place any trust in you, or know for certain that you won't do as you said. I however has a degree of respect for you, form what I have seen, you attempt to be pacifist. I may have run away from all this clan business, but that isn't to say I haven't been watching it from the shadows. From what I have seen since you became the clan leader, is that you are a strong boy, and a well respected leader, by your allies and enemies. I know that you want what is best for your people. You know as well as I do that the continuation of this war isn't it."
"Peace…" Hashirama Senju seemed to ponder on the word for a brief moment. Becoming silent, and letting the outside noises filter in, replacing the sound of conversation. "Such a…" he laughed. "…mythical word. A shame that it has to be as such. Times are changing thought, maybe… maybe it is time to give it a try."
A smile came across his face. Shaking he head he laughed a little more, not a big laugh, a personal sounding one. "Such a hassle this is going to be." He said to himself, Kirno heard it none the less, and she too smiled at his words.
"Well, then." He said, leaning back in his chair. "You have my word Uchiha-san. I will attempt to make peace with the Uchiha's." The smaller older woman's smile faded, not in a bad way, more in the sense that a wave of relief had must washed over her.
"I do have just one question thought." Hashirama said. Drawing the older woman to give her full attention to him again. "Why now? Why try to change the world now, or why even try at all?"
"Don't get me wrong. I loved my clan, still do. I simply could not take it anymore. The burdens and responsibilities placed on medics. The risk it places on such young people, the stigma that is attached to the title. It has to end. Not for me, but for the new generation. They need to be saved from this world, where no opportunity for peace is given. No freedom form war.
The time has well passed for my generation to rule, shamefully we left it in such a state for you young ones. I hope, that my aid can help clean up the mess that our hatred created. To set aside from a new era."
AN: Another new chapter! Don't let the excitement show too much!
Yes, there was a bit of a time leap in that last section. Back to the last chapter, so back in time!
Sorry if I'm going on a bit too much on the science crap, im probably wrong about it. And if I am, then lets just say I'm making up my own brand of science to save me the trouble!
A little insight into what the next chapter is going to contain, as i am really looking forward to writing it, so much that Im going to start the second after I publish this one!
SO were going to have Inare, Madara, Izuna and Isshin going off to a peace treaty meeting... exciting stuff comming up! Now moving away from the science at towards the political! Fun FUn FUN!
Hope you enjoyed it!
