Disclaimer: Ahhhhh! Boom! Crash! "Oww, my butt" chibi-me sobs after falling from the sky and crashing through a trampoline instead of bouncing as was intended.

"Damn it me-me you did that on purpose"

"Just get on with the disclaimer, readers are waiting" comes my all-powerful interdimensional voice

"Just get one with it" chibi-me grumbles in a whiny voice. The blank white universe rumbles cataclysmically. "Alright, alright, sheesh. We stake no claim to the Naruto universe, we don't own any characters that appear- the remaining legal jargon and whatnot. That said, I do own an idea that Naruto should have had a lot more justu, not just his fists going for him. Now we shall begin chapter 5" **full Mexican drum band marches out playing heartily** chibi-me shoves them into a closet "nothing to see here people, just focus on the starting story," he shouts "I told you to save that song for prom" he stage-whispers as the story lights come on

Chapter 5: Two teams in wave, and a demon, really?

Damned Namikaze

Stretching onwards uninterruptedly, twisting and winding around its bordering foliage uninterrupted and undisturbed by the surrounding flora, the dirt path continued laid practically in stone till wherever its image replicated in the eyes would peter out. Currently, said path was being plied by human feet, five pairs to be exact. The smallest, daintiest set, clad in dark blue shinobi footwear belonged to the pink haired civilian-born Haruno. Sakura, undertaking her first mission outside the safe confinements known to be the walls of Konohagakure, was presently clad in her dark red qipao (is it?) dress, bike shorts beneath visible a few inches below said dress and through the slits in the material. Positioned at the helm of the formation, she was admittedly a bit queasy, horror stories of what dangers lay beyond were not in scarcity.

To the right, looking every bit as arrogant as expected was Kiba. Dressed in his usual jacket-mesh- shinobi pants combo, the last child of the Inuzuka matriarch marched on as gracelessly as a giraffe on its knees. Roosting within the shelter of his furred hoodie (an item almost no Inuzuka could go without) was his trustee companion, friend and partner, Akamaru. Alone, Kiba was half the fighter he was and Akamaru, well, seeing as most of his fighting prowess relied on Kiba initiating the justu, it's safe to say he wouldn't be so tough. But together; the pair were a force to be reckoned with, or an annoyance, depending on who you asked. Strutting alongside their client like a peacock about to mount a peahen, Kiba engaged himself in some light chatter with Akamaru.

Directly opposite the dog lover, on the other side of the diamond formation was the last loyal Uchiha. Sasuke looked every bit as stone faced as the stones from which the pathway was carved out. His face an expressionless miasma of emotionlessness. If the eyes truly were windows to the soul, then Sasuke had his curtains drawn shut as even they told no story. Not a twinkle of mischief, not an acknowledgement of the world beyond his home, not even a sign of thoughtfulness as to what dangers would be faced during the course of said mission. Below the calm exterior, any one with sharp sight could see the turmoil and turbulence of his feelings. For example, Kakashi and also, we (the readers) who had the ability to pry…uh… perceive into their minds and completely and intentionally ignore all boundaries of privacy. Such was the joy of being a superior interdimensional being. Situated at the other end of the protective barrier was the sensei and team leader, Kakashi in his usual outfit which while it may look weird on others, worked for him as attested to the well numbered fan base he had cumulated in his short return.

Standard blue long sleeve and ANBU pants combo. Required for all jounin level shinobi.

Reinforced Flak jacket. Check

Facemask, hiding all but an obsidian orb from view and tempting his colleagues to uncover the secrets which lay below. Check

Shinobi pouch; filled with shiruken, kunai, rolls of ninja wire, soldier pills, some of Naruto's fuinjustu works. First lesson of being a shinobi, never go to toilet without it.

Well that was everything necessary, next, wait and see if there would be any foolish attac-

Swish. Shing. Rrrriiiip! Sweet, oh so sweet and cynical Kakashi-sensei came apart in a spray of blood and body parts, chunks of flesh flying haphazardly, a few drops of blood splattering against Tazuna pants, their drunkard of a client, greatly complementing the mixed look of shock, disgust and resignation the suddenly sober man wore.

"One down, one builder to go." The voice of an individual of the duo who had just shredded our favorite sensei to the size of shavings fit for a litter box.

His genins stared at their sensei's bloody remains of what used to be tall, lanky, white haired Kakashi. Sasuke's eyes hardened as he pulled out every ninja's all-purpose tool; the trustee kunai, useful for stabbing cutting, slicing, digging, opening cans and everything in between. He stood his ground, inching to his right to put himself in the way of the attackers, Kiba took the defense to the frontlines dashing to the closest attacker who happened to be the one who hadn't spoken. He had prepared for anything thing the young Inuzuka could dish it seemed, for he didn't just take it like a champ, he took it like a desert stroller to a jug of iced tea. Dodge, duck, block, parry, evade, chuckle at the young ninja frustration, twist, at one point he even brought up his gauntlet to catch a swipe, informing any onlookers of the fact that he was still connected by chain to his partner.

"Sasuke" the Uchiha looked to his pink haired team member "the chains" she finished. The young genius picked up on the hint quickly, tossing a shiruken to pin them to a nearby tree and reinforced it with an impeccably placed kunai, Kiba dove in and succeeded in getting a free kick to the head. The two men dislodged their bindings as Kiba went back to regroup with his team. Three on two, green behind the ears against decades of on-field experience, the Konohan forces were out-matched until…

"Good job you three, you really handled yourselves well" a familiar yet unprecedented voice announces as the unguarded necks of the enemy duo receive knife chops, and their heads bonked together causes them to collapse, completely unconscious. Soon Kakashi undid whatever justu kept him hidden and walked around the sleeping bodies to regroup with his students "still I couldn't help but notice their mentioning a particular target, say builder hmm?" The perpetually present eye-smile did not look as inviting as it usually did, so when Tazuna gulped rather heavily, no one could blame him.

"Hahahaha" the weird smile did not change in manner or intensity causing the nervous laughter to slowly abate ending with a rough clearing of the throat from the distressed builder "I really don't know what you're talking about Kakashi-san" he finished with a tug at his collar.

"Oh, the fact that two ninjas of such high caliber attempting to assassinate you, after getting rid of me, their only obstacle…" Kakashi did well to ignore the ensuing grunt-scowl combo from the Uchiha-Inuzuka duo, the whine of the canine member and flinch from the only female of his team "…and even announced their intention of getting the builder. Doesn't 't seem strange to you hmm? It could not have been any of my cute genin, they haven't any bounties placed on them and these nuke-nins could not have guessed any important clan members would be the ones to take this mission." The eye-smile vanished completely and the atmosphere turned positively lethal, supercharged with Kakashi's potent KI "I'll only ask once, spill".

For a few moments, Tazuna shook as he stared death in the face, until it overtook him and he caved in "Alright… it's a bit of a sob story but it all started when he came to town, a man named Gato…"

Damned Namikaze

Yonder on the west, in line with the setting sun, against the serene backdrop of nature, the touch of man was absent, resulting in the preservation of various species of fauna and flora coexisting in eco… you know what, fuck it, I ain't no hippie. We continue where we left off with Team Kurenai having accomplished their goals of liberating the former captives and decimating the bandit camp, reducing it to a little more than a smoldering mini wasteland. The females of the rescue squad sat around their campsite at various positions but generally close to the center, the center where, obviously, all the former captives gravitated to. Tsukaze quickly became a fan favorite, while the older ladies were still wary of his presence, the younger children sought the comfort of his fur with naught a thought to their safety. Adrenaline still running wild in her veins, her heart drumming a beat so strong it could probably pound a hole in concrete, Hinata sat at a vantage point. Though the immediate danger was over, as long as they were away from civilization, the threat of enemies was never far away; and seeing as they were still down one crucial member, it was logical she was still feeling restless.

Pain throbbed behind her eyes, veins crawling around her eyes, pulsing in séance to the flow of chakra through them. Not only her eyes though, she could still hear the man's chocking in her head like an unwanted replay from an unpleasant interaction. She tensed, he stood, right in front of her a sickening grin plastered to his mug, sword held high, blade gleaming in sunlight, before it could swing, the palm interrupted. Chest caved in due to an over-utilization of chakra, contrary to the normal internal shutdown the body would undergo with the correct application of the bio-energy. The man sailed backwards, and as he did so his own sword fell through his throat, his torso lazily jerking as life left him, blood pouring out from both the open wound and his mouth, a waterfall of red, life conveying liquid spilling to stain the loose earth. Hinata was a hair's breadth away from hyperventilating when a soft palm rested on her left shoulder, pulling her from her unbidden vision, as her eyes came to focus on the fingers, travelling with them till they crossed the threshold beneath the red sleeve. The journey of sight did not break stride, continuing, tracing the contours of the bandage like material up to its limit at the fleshy neck of its owner, before climbing up her face, taking note of the woman's beauty and finally making eye contact.

"Hinata" the silky voice started out strong, a light frown curling its user's lips "I thought we've talked about this."

"Sorry sensei" the Hyuuga wanted nothing but to bury herself in her jacket and die in it.

A soft sigh escaped Kurenai's lips "Hinata it isn't your fault that man died" she all but whispered as she sat by the trembling girl.

"Really sensei" she let out an uncharacteristic scoff "because I remember seeing his lungs collapse and heart burst when I panicked and overloaded it with chakra" her voice grew increasingly quiet as she neared the end of her sentence until it was just above audible. "I killed him without a second thought-"

"And what would have happened if you hadn't?" she paused, biting her lip at the unexpected address "do you think he would have let you go? Or Ino? No Hinata, no matter how you look at it, he was the real monster, you did what you had to do." Kurenai left her young charge to return to her guard post, Hinata sat deep in contemplation, well tried to, almost immediately an unknown flittered into her range of vision and as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. Springing into a defensive stance, she alerted the rest of the team.

"Sensei, someone is heading our way, just a few hundred meters away" Kurenai hopped down from her perch on a nearby tree, Ino joining them a moment later.

"What's their ETA?" She needed time to prepare for a confrontation if their unexpected guest proved to be hostile. Behind them, the frightened souls huddled together in fright, no one taking note of the fact Tsukaze looked every bit unperturbed.

"None" Hinata ignored Ino's confused gaze "they're already here." Out of the shadows of the forest walked a cloaked figure, crossing the threshold of the camp and coming to a stop.

"What?" the unknown arrival turned out to be Naruto, causing a sharp drop in the blood pressures of the tensed females, kunoichi and otherwise.

"Alright, we're all here" in her head however, Kurenai promised to question about his date with the ex-bandit camp, "we leave in three hours."

Time skip

"Naruto, what held you back" Kurenai prodded the elephant in her mind with extreme caution, having no knowledge as to how it would react. The troupe on the move had Ino and Tsukaze manning the front, Hinata smackdab in the center alongside the former prisoners to maximize the effectiveness of her byakugan's range while Naruto and Kurenai took the rear. Only a few hundred meters from town, Kurenai's sixth sense was going haywire, the mission was almost over, yet her gut told her otherwise.

"My motives for staying back is of little concern to our mission and does not in anyway hinder its progress" inwardly Kurenai sighed, a part of her wondering how he remained so emotionless, in practically everything

"That is acknowledged, yes" she admitted "still, I run this squad and I need to know what my subordinates are up to while on mission time, so spill" the blackness of his hood turned to face her, and she felt the boys intense gaze and though it was well hidden, Kurenai knew the touch of nervousness in her psyche making her feel smaller as he seemed to deliberate on whether or not to tell her.

"Hawk" came the short simple reply, wrenching her from her wandering thoughts as she expertly avoided stumbling on her feet.

"Don't change the subject" she snapped her patience wearing thin and her previous nervousness metamorphosing to irritation.

"No" flat as ever, if he sensed the flux of emotions emanating from his teacher, Naruto paid it no mind choosing rathe to point upwards and as blandly as his team had gotten used to reiterated "Hawk"

In a short while everyone stopped the younglings resuming their favorite pastime of coddling and pestering Tsukaze, not that he minded, furry attention seeker, while the adults waited around impatience hidden from their faces but displayed in body language. The red-eyed beauty called down the hawk, which promptly swooped down, its wings fluttering against its jacket proudly emblazoned with the Konoha leaf.

"We won't be heading home just yet gang, we've got another pitstop to make, in wave, we'll rendezvous with Team Kakashi and he'll fill us in on the details, so let's drop off our charges!" Kurenai speed-read through the message and made her military-esque announcement and receiving a chorus of 'hais'. And as they walked up to the gates of the town, she rubbed the hawk's beak getting a croon before it flew off, her nerves coming back full blown. Her mind went back to the message "seems like it's going to be one of those days."

Damned Namikaze

"Sensei?" Kakashi pulled his gaze away from his book to glance to his left, his unhidden black eye meeting with unsure green possessed by Sakura as they walked in a tighter formation around Tazuna. He looked to his other two students spotting the anxiety in their gait as easily as riding a bear. Don't ask, that was one fucked up mission.

"Anything on our mind Sakura?" seems the gravity of their decision to continue the mission was finally getting to her. Starting out was easy; the feeling of heroism, the overwhelming confidence in your abilities, your trust in the strength of your team and its bonds, then comes one unknown, you lose a team mate, and it all spirals out of control, soon you're the last man standing, barely, surrounded by corpses, foes and comrades alike yet you waltz away bathed in the scent and liquid of death- Kakashi shook his head, no he would not allow these young ones begin to see the world through eyes jaded like his. He turned, though he had been hearing, his mind was just catching up to what was being said. Kiba stood a little way off to the side investigating a fluffy white rabbit which looked a simple 'boo' away from a coma, Sasuke toyed with a kunai, simply observing the bushes around them, while Sakura- he cleaned his ear with his pinkie- was involved the act of berating the afore mentioned Inuzuka.

"It has a weird scent, like that of a girl but even that is mixed with a man's own" Kiba murmured aloud hitting the pause button on all unnecessary actions, accompanied by the faint whistle only Kakashi enhanced ears could pick.

"Get down!" The silver haired man dove at the only member of their bevy older than him, pushing him to the ground, as his young genins followed his advice. He proceeded to duck under a giant version of a meat cutter and armed himself with a kunai. He would have gone to ground as well, but that would've left holes in defense any smart ninja would have exploited. And their new opponent was certainly smart, standing at 6'ft tall and weighing 210lbs, dressed in blue camos and currently shirtless 'cept for some bandage wrappings around his lower face, responsible for a failed assassination attempt on the Water Daimyo's life causing him to become a nuke-nin, introducing the demon of the hidden mist, Momocchhhiiii Zabuuzzzaaaa! Just what the doctor ordered!

As he straightened himself out in preparation for a confrontation, Kakashi mused 'whoever said being a jounin-sensei is easier than being ANBU needs to be punched in the face'…

Ino raced through trees, her chest heaving all the way, breath rushing into and out of her lungs in short needy puffs. Sweat matted her fringe, making it stick to her forehead even as leaves and branches caressed her body as she made her way through them. They had made good time, record time in fact, but considering the distance between them and their rendezvous was half a day's journey, at civilian pace, it wasn't all that special. At their current relay, they were but a few minutes, twenty tops from getting to Team Kakashi. And though she felt a bit high strung, in the same vein, she couldn't help but be giddy, she was going to see Sasuke-kun again. Oh, if she could only squeal right now.

Turning to her left she observed as Hinata jumped over a branch, her left foot finding easy footing on the next sturdy wood stem. She would never admit it out loud but she was jealous of the poise the dark-haired girl always seemed to carry, even with her overbearing shyness. Balance came cheaply for her, never faltering in her stride amongst the sticks, even with the slightly noticeable extra weight she bore upwards, though well hidden. Ino looked ahead, their mutual sensei kept pace only a few meters into the double digits, not at all looking winded or at her limits. No doubt, it was to retain a general sense of direction, given as the last, and sole male member, Naruto could barely be seen in the distance, his dark, full body cloak doing well to hide him from the elements and prying eyes. Ino knew she was more than curious to see behind the hood, was he a pretty boy like or roguishly handsome, pristine features or alluring battle scars, dark wavy hair or light messy locks. Ino wanted answers, for her interest was piqued, and rarely did she ever let go of things which did so-

"You both need to put more effort" Ino jerked to the sound of her sensei's voice, teal eyes blinking into focus as the silk voice was carried over by the wind.

"We are sensei" Hinata spoke for them, "You're just too fast, and we're not used to this pace."

Kurenai seemed to mull the words over and over again "alright, I guess, just try not to lose us" the red clad woman them invested effort into getting Naruto to slow down for the rest of the team to have an easier time catching up.

"What's the rush anyway" Ino whispered to Hinata who like her, looked short of breath "It's not like they've encountered any life-ending dangers."

Buuuuuttt; falselier words had never been spoken, for contrary to her statement, Team 7 were in a lot of hot- no- boiling water. How so, you ask? Firstly, there was an all-round mist shield surrounding the 'cute little genins' though it certainly was not meant for their protection. Then the fact that they were armed with kunai, all-purpose tools indeed, but flimsy, really, when matched against weapons such as the kubikiriböuchö, wat the moment being wielded by their frightening opponent and his water clone. Last, but not least, rather, even greater than those before it, Kakashi, our silver-haired loveable sensei, was trapped in a tight sphere of water, giving new meaning to the term watery grave. On the contrary, he looked the least bit perturbed, totally relaxed as if oblivious to the fact the shirtless man was all the ready to murder his charges and client. No, rather the copycat ninja sat still… reading a book… surrounded by water. Okay, time out! I need to get my head to a psychiatrist! (Who knows what else might be in there.)

"What the hell" ah, thanks you Zabuza for addressing our concerns "how'd you manage that" the bandage lover screamed with multiple tick marks floating off his head.

"Hmm, did you say something" Kakashi looked up from his copy of the unwetted pages of Icha Icha to the annoyed man's face. Over his shoulder, Zabuza looked to see the trapped man was two chapters ahead, and quickly turned away. "Oh, you want to read too, here I'll help, Yuma scantily clad torso slid atop mine, her bountiful chest coming to rest against-"

"Nooo! You'll ruin it" Zabuza yelled, interrupting his impromptu narrator and blocking out the sound of metal sluicing through the air.

"Whatever you say- say? Do you like your head?" Kakashi's trademark eye smile looked all that sweeter, like a girl scout who sold a truck full of cookies.

"Wha-" came the intelligent reply before his senses and brain caught up to speed, dodging the large fuuma shiruken tossed by Sasuke by mere millimeters. "Impressive, you managed to take out my clone," he jumped over a second windmill, "but your still leagues away from winning against me.

Two gatsugas torpedoed towards his location, even as a fireball back them up "we don't have to win! Just survive!" Sasuke answered back. Zabuza smirked, batting away the spinning drill closet to his, aided by the extended reach his Executioner's blade allowed him. He then hopped over the other and as it slowed to turn on him again, his shin crashed into its front sending it back to the water's edge, as the drill tumbled and slowed to a stop to reveal a bruised Kiba. Not forgetting the fireball, he used the flat side of the large as fuck weapon to halt its advance.

"Impressive, you managed to make me try- shit" his tirade was short-lived as two daggers, driven forwards by a surprisingly brave Sakura, made their way into his comfort zone. In another world, this, or something similar, would have caused him to dodge by evasion, sacrificing his hold over Kakashi instead and then leading onto an epic battle where both walked away with injuries. But here, the ex-mist ninja was much smarter, and did what any villain in his place would've. He played the hostage card. Spinning behind the ball of water holding Kakashi, he placed himself so any attacks on his person would have to first go through Kakashi, whether he was willing or not. This in turn caused Sakura to back off or risk introducing the business end of her equipment to her sensei's prone form, and offering herself to the mercy of follow up hat would no doubt come.

"HahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA" Zabuza clutched his stomach as he released a belly-deep laugh "damn, what do the feed these kids in Konoha, you're all so soft. Back in my genin days, we would have gone through with that, life threatening injury to comrade or not" Sakura backed up regrouping with Sasuke and Kiba, determination inscribed boldly on their faces.

"Like you had any genin days" Kakashi sort of grumbled to himself, silently hoping Sakura had went through with the surprise attack they sprung 'and they were doing so well' he thought.

"What does that mean sensei, everyone ha genin" Sakura, ever the bookworm inquired.

"You want to know hmm" her reply was quick but not from the one the question was addressed to " see, there's a reason we were termed the bloody mist. Every so often, the ninja academy overflowed, younglings recruited with tender hearts, wishing to be bred into fine assassins. Signing up you were partnered with someone and all your time there, you trained with that person, slept with them, ate with them, lived even so, practically joined at the hip. And on the day of the final exam, the last test was to… KILL THAT PERSON YOU'VE LIVED WITH MOST OF YOUR LIFE"

Sakura's and Tazuna's gasps were audible, Kiba dropped jaw could no be raised, even with the strength of two elephants. As for Sasuke, his fists were clenched so tight, words such as pale and white could not begin to describe them 'just like Him!' he thought bitterly 'is this what those superior to me had to do to get that strong'

"One year" Kakashi cool voice pierced his inner struggles "a young untrained child strolled into the academy and killed an entire graduating class" this time even Kiba was not silent "no one was spared, this boy never received any formal training yet erased an entire class trained for years." Tears were visible in Sakura's eyes, Sasuke blinked as he saw his vision fogged up.

"Good times" Zabuza's head was raised, a serene look on his covered face, as if reminiscence on happy days gone by. "Enough about me though, I hope you all had your biographies prepared!" Five water clones rose from the murky depths and Team Kakashi felt their hearts sink. The could barely handle one, what reassurance did they have against five.

Asif the universe (hey me) to answer their prayers, a gentle wave swept past them all, and the clones burst apart in showers.

"Finally! back-up's here" Kakashi spoke more to himself, yet everyone present heard him.

"What, you were stalling?" Zabuza just couldn't get a grip.

"Chill out man, too much stress is bad y'know, now I'll just get off this couch"

"I'd like to see you try, this is my Water sphere containment, completely impenetrable on the inside" Zabuza regained some of his old spunk.

"Okay, one moment please" yet Kakashi sounded chipper than ever "yo Naruto" Zabuza's left eye twitched, he was being ignored, again.

"Kakashi, I see you're still in there… reading" the words seemed condescending, the tone, anything but that.

"You know me too well, lemme just…"he trailed off as he gathered his chakra, a blue spark coming off the tips of his fingers, Zabuza looked alarmed as the other members of the back-up squad dropped from the trees, Kurenai's red optics widening

"Kakashi! No! You'll kill yourself too!" Said man ignored all that as he thrust his fingers against the barrier, shooting out enough lightening to power two supercomputers for a week; a small jolt, for some one of his proficiency. Zabuza jumped away, though not unscathed, large burns on the palm in previous contact with the water justu and both arms vibrating from over-exposure to electricity. Kakashi on the other hand, looked fresher than ever before, as one would if he had a week of beauty sleep and constant doting.

"The fuck" Zabuza voiced his complaints in line with the thoughts of everyone present sans Naruto " how the hell are you not dead 'that was so not fair, he got away good as new and I got multiple burns and a shot nervous system' Zabuza complained internally. Talk about give someone the slip, or, or, taking the upper hand, get it, cuz Zabuza's hands were previously on top. Alright good puns aside, back to the story…

"Maa maa, so negative, I think I might have to get a swear jar if we'll be meeting again" his team sweat dropped, 'he could've done that all this while' was the congruent thought running through their minds.

In a flash Kakashi completed 26 handsigns causing Zabuza to blink and fall on defense when chakra surged around him. Giant slithery pillars of water batted him around, is only consolation that most of the damage was being absorbed by his trustee blade. Sensing a lull in the rhythm of the pounding, he began he serial creation of handsigns.

"Water dragon justu" Zabuza exclaimed only to hear it echoed by Kakashi, though on the plus side, his dragon demolished the water tentacles before advancing to Kakashi's. Naruto jumped off the head of Kakashi's dragon, startling his company as to when exactly he moved, and pulled a gleaming silver light from thin air. He slashed at the offending creature, causing Zabuza's effort to spilt apart at the seams, and return to the peaceful liquid it once was. Kakashi's own then came crashing, tossing Zabuza into object, and driving him through others as it slowed to a stop, releasing him from its grip and resting him against a tree. Naruto raced towards him, the shining light in his hands poised to deliver the final strike. As Zabuza looked up blearily, a sheet of ice shot up from the ground and a slender arm pulled him in.

"Hehe, looks like you don't get to take me down" its job done, the images in the icy mirror vanished, yet Naruto went ahead to smash it, the broken shards of ice decomposing into vapors of moisture.

"He got away, and he has an ally, possibly allies" Naruto commented aloud as Kakashi came to a stop besides him, Kurenai and the rest of the gang huddling behind.

"Another time then" Kakashi turned around, his eye smile back in place "alright whose up for getting Mr. Tazuna over here back home! Any takers!" No one responded, but at the same time he all began to move "c'mon, where's the love?"

"Probably in those yucky books of yours" Kurenai answered him.

"Yes, that reminds me…" flapping pages sang aloud before he found his bookmark "ah, Yuma, so coy yet so naughty." All was well in the life of one Hatake Kakashi

Scene. And chapter 5 is up for grabs, anyone notice any clues I let out, if you didn't don't bother checking again, just enjoy your read. And please, I'm a review hog, so don't forget to send them my way. And if ou did notice the clues I mentioned, most will be explained by the time the chunin exams come around. That's all for now, love you all. Happy late new year, for those of you I haven't seen this year

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