"Hey, Naruto, I don't suppose you'd be willing to carry this high quality unrefined, unpurified chakra metal ore?"

"That's oddly specific…" a clone pitched in and found itself absolutely deleted from existence a second later.

"Must be relevant to the plot." This clone was made to go and do maths.

This was honestly worse than being absolutely deleted.

"Sure, I'll do it, mister…?" he trailed off, clearly asking for his name bashfully.

"Oh, you don't need to know my name."

"But then how am I supposed to find you and give the ore back?"

"Look, Naruto, you aren't understanding what I am trying to tell you, alright."

"Then why don't you explain it to me?"

"Because it isn't relevant to the plot, damnit! None of the rest of this stuff is!"

There was an awkward silence after that.

"What about the wor—" This clone was also sent to do maths.

"Forget about the word count! It's getting old! Don't you get it, that joke is getting old!"

Several clones gasped at that.

All Naruto could wonder is where the hell they were coming from. He hadn't made a clone in days!

Either they could make themselves now or some clones got away during the bell test with Kakashi.

Meh, not his problem. He didn't grow up like the rich kids who watched stereotypical movies about ninja clones becoming self-aware, taking over everyone's jobs, and then trying to kill everyone on the planet.

Needless to say, Naruto really didn't care so far beyond a faint sense of irritation.

Why was he getting maths memories every time his clones dispelled?

Before he could contemplate anymore on that, the person he was talking to started running away.

And, like, he wasn't even fast about it.

Lame.

'Ooof,' Naruto winced when he saw the dude trip and hit his head on some rock while running away.

That had to have hurt.

And then… he picked the rock up?

He was walking back?

Did he get brain damage or something?

"Here." He gave the rock to Naruto and turned around and started running again.

'Uh… what?' He stared at the large—and heavy!—rock in confusion.

Man would it sucked if he dropped it on his feet. He'd break a toe or something. Man, could you imagine someone trying to kick this thing? Man would it suck, it would probably negate a ninja's normal durability, too.

"What am I supposed to do with this!?"

"It's another chakra metal ore!" the man yelled back from the pathetic distance he had made between them.

"Like hell it is! I was told this stuff is supposed to be rare as hell! I literally just saw you hit your head on this rock. You couldn't have possibly managed to even check if it's any different from a normal rock in this much time!"

"Just trust me!" Naruto narrowed his eyes. Was it him, or was the distance between them lessening even though the shady dude was running away? Man… this guy could probably set records for the world's worst runner.

"How can I possibly trust you, dattebayo!?"

"Datte-what!?"

"Stop focusing on the wrong part of the question!"

He got no response to that one. Then the man stopped running, took out a piece of paper, and started scribbling something on it.

He then crumpled it into a ball and threw it at him.

Naruto, with incredible shinobi-like skill, failed to catch it.

To be fair, he had an ore in each hand, so...

Picking it off the ground after having put an ore down, he was met with gibberish on a somewhat translucent piece of paper.

Holy Sage, was this how his handwriting was like when Iruka checked it? Man, he'd have to apologize if so.

So, Naruto decided to respectfully answer the man like how Iruka had many times in the past.

"You get an F!"

He still didn't get an answer from the man that… was he panting? Why was he panting!? He had only covered, like, 10 meters of ground in the last 2 minutes of running!

"Oh, for Sage's sake, you are reading it from the wrong side."

Ignoring the voice that appeared ever since he appeared in this weird dimension from that time he reached the heavens/sewers, he turned it upside-down.

Yeah, this still didn't make sense.

"I said the wrong side, not upside-down!" The roar threatened to deafen him.

Naruto didn't even blink an eye at it.

He turned the paper to its other side.

"I still can't read this."

"Why couldn't I have been the one who was taken into the Shinigami's stomach? It's upside-down now, fool!"

Blinking at the advice, he could only think it was stupid. He turned it upside-down on the paper's other side, and that didn't help, so why would it help on this side?

Deciding to listen to the voice in his head because he knew from experience that it would get very annoying if he didn't, he turned it upside down.

Instantly, he felt tears come to his eyes.

This penmanship, the curvature of each letter, the absolute beauty in how it looked more like a piece of art than writing. It was beautiful.

He looked up to the man without even reading it and cried out, "If I could give a grade over A+, I would give you SSS."

So this is what Iruka felt like when he graded something good.

Maybe being Hokage wasn't where it was all at, maybe being an Academy teacher was better.

He still didn't get an answer back.

"Hey, mister, did you hear me!?"

No reaction.

Narrowing his eyes, he walked towards the dude. No one ignored Naruto Uzumaki. No one!

Putting an ore down so one of his hands were free, he reached for his shoulder to tap him. "I said, did—" The guy's body seemingly fell apart.

Eyes wide, Naruto knew he had to run. He had just committed murder.

'Oh no… Oh no, no, no, no, nooo! This is bad. This is very bad, dattebayo.'

He ran.

He ran very awkwardly with two very large ores in hand.

Not knowing that he had left the piece of paper behind—something he'd cry about later. The artwork being left behind bearing down terribly on his mind later—the paper slowly flew with the wind before landing on the ground upright, its message clear to the world before it.

"I got a sore throat from all that yelling. Can't talk anymore, bye."

(Roof of a nearby establishment)

"Maa, maa, Asuma, was that really necessary?"

His companion jumped in shock, took out a piece of paper, and scribbled something on it.

"When did you get here? Also, aren't you supposed to be in a coma right now?"

"I have been with you all day, now. I feel almost offended that you ignored me. As for how I am here, I am a clone that was made before the original got into a coma."

A bit more scribbling later: "Bullshit, you don't have the chakra to keep a clone alive for several days."

Kakashi—if he even was Kakashi, Asuma thought—stiffened for a second.

That could be bad if it was an enemy ninja, and it could be especially bad if this was the actual Kakashi.

"I saw how you talked to my student, Asuma. That wasn't a clone you used. Since when have Leaf ninja used puppets? One could wonder if you weren't in on the Sand-Sound invasion on the village from the very start."

Some more scribbling later: "Are you accusing me of treason?"

"Your words, not mine."

More scribbling later, which is really helping with the word co—Asuma punched himself in the face to stop that thought. Kakashi only stared. He would remember this for if he ever needed to threaten Asuma with a therapist.

"Who would believe you?"

"Well, considering the Sandaime is dead, you no longer have the same influence you used to have. We are both pretty much equal when it comes to relations with dead Hokages, now. You'll find that I have plenty of influence now."

Asuma would have bitten back a curse right now if it weren't for his sore throat making it so he couldn't curse anyways.

"How else could you have managed to learn puppetry, no matter how pathetic it may have been."

Giving Asuma no time to scribble, he continued, "Seriously, though, I have seen kids with better puppets and kids with better control over them. What the fuck even was that running attempt? And, did that puppet break from Naruto just touching it? I am disappointed in you, Asuma."

Was pretty weird how it couldn't run but it could write well, however. Writing required insane puppetry skills.

Then again, it was just like Asuma to prioritize on making good fingers and neglecting everything else for a puppet. The Sarutobi clan was full of disappointments like him—and, no, I was definitely not racist against the Sarutobi clan. They were only good for paperwork, as shown by the Sandaime. He wrote for so many years, ten times more than some Hokages entire tenures, but the second he goes into a fight he just keeled over.

And what did he go for in his dying move? He went for the fingers—because of course he did—and got lucky enough to take all of Orochimaru's arms.

Should have gone for the head.

Asuma's puppet was an absolute failure, too.

That puppet wouldn't have managed to fool anyone into believing it was a real person, Asuma just got the one person who could get fooled by it. Debatable if Naruto even was a person, though. I personally like to think of him as a hivemind of Kage Bunshin.

"Also, Your Wind Release sucks."

He could see Asuma's eyes blaze with anger as his scribbling got faster and faster.

"Like, seriously, what kind of self-proclaimed Wind Release expert of Konoha can't throw their voice through the wind?"

Continuing on, "And then, when you failed with that, you tried some piss poor ventriloquism? Like, what the fuck was that supposed to be? And then, when that failed, you tried to combine both those efforts and, lemme guess, you shredded the inside of your mouth with wind?"

Kakashi just had to put one final roast into it all. "I can tell because you aren't smoking. Your family loves the thought of dying from lung cancer, my father told me that by the way, so the fact that you don't have any cigar in your mouth kinda shows that you are afraid of dying from choking, whether from your own blood from whatever part of your insides were shredded or just because you don't think you could breathe with a cigar with your current internal condition. Would be a real shame if your method of death was something other than lung cancer?"

Asuma actually stopped scribbling at that and gave him a 'WTF?' look.

Kakashi being Kakashi, took that as an admission that he was right, and took out an Icha Icha book. Not reading it for a while was worth seeing the face of loss and giving up on a damn Sarutobi's face.

And then, Asuma finished scribbling.

Kakashi had the parchment thrown at his face.

Expecting a line of defeat, he looked on to see a paragraph. Then another paragraph. Another, another, another… It just kept going on!

"Damn, Asuma, the word count"—he ignored Asuma smacking his face but did note it as future therapist threat material—"on this is amazing. Unfortunately, I ain't reading all of this. I am all for letters of surrender but this is going to cut into my Icha Icha time." And with that, he threw away the paper.

The look of murder on Asuma's face was real at that moment. Too bad Kakashi missed it.

"Now, shoo. Go away. You are interrupting my Icha Icha time."

The amount of strength Asuma put into his jump was ridiculous, and it showed just how angered the supposed clone of the Copy-Nin had made him, as his jump actually broke the roof.

'Jeez… talk about not being able to take your losses. Damn Sarutobi. Did he have no consideration for who lived here? Then again, father always did say they were sour losers.'

And with that thought, the Kakashi clone started trying to find that piece of paper he threw. They may be useless as ninjas but damn if their writing could fetch a good price on the calligraphy market.

He made a mental note to also find the one Naruto dropped.

Kakashi never did realize that he forgot to ask why he gave Naruto some chakra metal ore, if that actually was what he gave him.

(Naruto a Few Days Later)

No one had caught me for the murder of that amazingly fragile civilian.

I hadn't slept in days.

At every corner I see people looking at me, like, as if, they are about to catch me.

From the corners of my eyes, I swear I saw everyone looking at me; as if they knew.

My dreams haunted me. Sometimes I'd have a good dream where some fox was trying to play with me. Those were the lucky dreams. Ain't nothing like a good dream of "avoid getting crushed by the many-tailed fox in some dirty area". Really helped me wake up feeling refreshed on those days.

I think I even dreamt that some dudes came the other day and, get this, one of them looked like a shark! And then Sasuke came and then Sasuke called one of them his brother. Dreams be crazy. Everyone knows Sasuke doesn't have any family members. I don't remember much after that. I think even my dream got confused after making up Sasuke's brother. I mean, can you imagine Sasuke having a brother? It is inconceivable!—I don't know what that word means.

Everything else I could have believed… Well, except for how easily I went down in the dream.

Anyways, we—by we, I mean me and the coolest dude I have ever come across in my life. This dude had toads!—were trying to find some old hag so that she could be Hokage.

I just don't get it, though, why don't they just make me the Hokage? I mean, I am available, aren't I?

Plus, I was told that the explosion I had created had to, AT LEAST, be an SS-rank level of destruction technique.

Didn't that make me an SS-rank ninja or something?

I mean, sure, I was down for, like… a long time after that and missed the chūnin exams because of it but did that really detract from the fact that I was clearly an SS-rank ninja?

An SS-rank ninja that no longer was allowed access to explosives tags because of some stupid law the old man made when he was Hokage and saw the explosion.

My mood brightened up as I realized something. If I could get a good impression on this hag that was supposed to be the next Hokage, then maybe I could get her to remove that law.

Operation 'Be Nice to the Hag' was a go!

(Later at a Bar)

"I'll clobber you with all my might!"

Operation 'Be Nice to the Hag' was not a go. It was failing, badly.

Time for Operation 'Beat Up the Old Hag' to commence.

Tsunade's finger flick ended Operation 'Beat Up the Old Hag' faster than I could say toad.

Her finger also ended a perfectly functional street as well.

Man was she good with her fingers.

It was in this battle that Gama-chan was left behind. The dude who was travelling with me had used up all the money in Gama-chan so it was empty, so I had decided to just put the chakra metal ores in it. This made Gama-chan VERY heavy so I had to put her down before beginning the fight. Then, because of the intense shockwaves being caused by the—now that I had seen her—incredibly beautiful looking lady/hag, and the intense pain I felt from her finger flick which sent me flying quite far, I was in too much pain and too distracted to think about Gama-chan and forgot her.

I had lost her… There was no way I would find Gama-chan. It was such a cool wallet that someone had to have taken it some time after I was gone.

I wouldn't realize this until I'd have trouble sleeping later on at night because of my paranoia and horror of what I did to that poor civilian and I'd decide to look at the chakra metal ores he gave me, only to find that Gama-chan—whom I stored them in—was gone!

(POV Not Sure Yet…)

Finally, that loud-mouthed brat was gone.

The longer he ranted on about honour, duty, and becoming Hokage, the more he was reminding me of… Nawaki. I didn't like being reminded of my dead brother. It pissed me off.

I would have gone for the killing blow but I saw Nawaki's face overlap his, every time I thought of ending him. It was frustrating.

Deciding to walk back to Shizune and then get more saké, I almost missed the colourful thing on the ground.

Huh, it was the brat's wallet that he left on the ground before fighting. It must have had a lot of money for it to weigh heavy enough on the brat that he had to leave it on the ground before the 'battle' started.

If the seven deadly sins were a real thing, my sin would be greed. I felt my hand reach for it and pick it up.

'Heavy,' was my first thought.

My thoughts quickly went from taking all the money from it to taking out some of the rage I accumulated from seeing Nawaki's face every time I thought of that brat's face.

If I were to embody another sin, it would be wrath.

This tended to not work well if I had been drinking saké.

I was always drinking saké.

I threw it up and got ready to punt it further than anything I had ever kicked before; Jiraiya's balls included.

The familiar feeling of chakra building up to the exact ratio needed in every leg muscle for the optimum kick was felt by me as I watched the wallet slowly come down. My mind demanded absolute perfection and my body was delivering.

As my leg got into the apex of its backwards position, it shot forward, chakra building at the very tip of my toes, ready to burst, to go boom the exact second I made contact with the offending object.

In my slightly intoxicated mind, I only noticed something was wrong when I felt my middle toe touch it along with one other toe.

This was bad because it should have already been kilometres away by the time another toe could have touched it.

What happened to demanding perfection and having my body deliver!?

Now, this would have all happened in an instant for anyone else, but I? I was a Sannin and, even in my drunken state, I could see it all happen in slow motion.

Unfortunately, this was one of those situations where one can see something happening but can't react fast enough to fully save themselves.

So, I must have botched up the blow, I may as well use chakra to reinforce my toes and see if I could save myself the humiliation if Shizune didn't see my failure.

I met my second shock of the day when the chakra being channelled to reinforce my toes reached the toes and then… disappeared.

No, disappeared would be the wrong word. It got channelled into the wallet! Like, as if it or something in it, was made of chakra metal.

In my last moments of hope, before something somewhat permanent would happen, I sent as much chakra as I could to the toes. My drunkness, the incredibly short period of time I had to do this, my years of no training causing rustiness, and the fact that even as a Senju, I was never known for my large amounts of chakra—that title was always given to Jiraiya on my team—meant that this was nowhere near as much chakra as I had hoped to mold for defense. It would have to do.

Unless that wallet ONLY had chakra metal and nothing else in it contributing to its mass that she had felt earlier, she would be fine. Even chakra metal could only channel so much chakra, no matter how good the quality.

As all the chakra that managed to make it to my toes disappeared in an instant, I knew that that stupid brat had absolutely no money or anything else in his wallet besides chakra metal.

Because, of course, I came across the only person in the world that carried chakra metal rather than money in their wallet.

And then came the pain.

Without chakra defending those parts, I was as weak as a civilian. I may have fared much better if I hadn't spent my years' gambling and being drunk; hell, I may have fared much better if I did all those things but still kept my body in good condition using my medical expertise rather than using precise chakra control to make myself seem strong, and the seal on my forehead to make it look like I was still young and physically fine when my actual muscles had atrophied to be worse than a civilian's.

One could say that I had brought this on myself.

Looking at the grinning wallet, I could only think that this was another prophesied event by those damned toads.

Slowly, I could feel my toes being pushed inwards, middle, fourth, and little toe finally impacting the falling wallet.

And slowly, I could feel them start to fracture, they could only be pushed so much, after all.

Then—

Crack.

I felt one break. Then another, and yet another.

As the pain increased, I cursed my pain tolerance for being so damn high. Would have been nice if I could just blackout from it all.

I closed my eyes, determined to try to at least not see the sight of my foot get broken, mangled, and twisted.

.

.

.

And then it was over.

"Lady Tsunade!"

And Shizune had seen it.

Groaning, I opened my eyes to at least save myself SOME humiliation from Shizune.

And I instantly saw blood and froze. And then I pushed through.

I had been looked up to by Shizune through all the times I gambled, all the times I ran from those I borrowed money from, all the times I refused to heal someone, all the times I froze at the sight of blood, all tHE TIMES I DRANK, ALL THE TIMES I PASSED OUT. ALL THAT TIME SPENT RUNNING!

And, while I didn't know when it happened, I had come to depend on that unrelenting respect I got from Shizune's adoring eyes.

The Legendary Slug Sannin falling to a kid's wallet? Well, safe to say, I am sure even Shizune's respect can only go so far.

And so I pushed. I pushed past my fears and, for the first time in what may have been decades, I began healing an incredibly bloody wound.

"Lady Tsunade!" gasped Shizune, "You aren't afraid of the blood!"

And I just replied with a smirk. One which I hoped made me seem cool as I replied, "You are damn right I am!"

(A Few Days Later)

"Aaaaaggghhhhh!" screamed a pale, snake-like man. "Where the hell is Tsunade!?"

"I—I don't know. She should have been here by now. She was definitely interested when she heard my offer of bringing back her dead boyfriend and brother for her if she healed your hands. She should have—ackkk—" he started choking as he was held in a choke-hold… by the snake-like man's legs.

(Tsunade)

My heroic moment when I got past my fear of blood was soiled by the fact that I didn't—as I thought I would—fix my leg in half a day at most.

Turns out that while I hadn't been able to kick that wallet anywhere near hard enough to displace it a lot, I did manage to break off slight particles of chakra metal which may have mixed with my bloodstream and stuck to my injury.

Now, what does this mean, one might ask?

Well, for one, the brat was carrying chakra metal ore as pure chakra metal couldn't possibly break like that, and that the slight amounts of it in my bloodstream and on my wound caused enough of a disruption as to stop me from using medical jutsu to quickly heal it.

Medical jutsu would require perfect or near-perfect chakra control, and the slight issues being caused by those small particles were enough to ruin my chakra control in those areas just enough that I couldn't just insta-heal it.

This very much ruined my great moment.

And like hell was I releasing the seal on my forehead just to fix this all.

The high note of this all? Shizune was back to worshipping me.

"Lady Tsunade, I told you not to drink that!"

Well, almost worshipping me.

"I can't heal right without it, Shizune!"

"Lady Tsunade, I have trained under you for long enough to know that that is not true."

Damn it! I sorta forgot this wasn't her first year under my tutelage, her new respectful behaviour really reminded me of her when we first travelled. Ah, the nostalgia. Back when she'd fall for excuses like that.

Why the hell did I teach her enough to know that liquor WAS NOT good for me?

Oh right… I was drunk when I did that.

Oh well, all seemed right in the world.

Now, why did I feel like I was forgetting something?

(Same Time Elsewhere)

Flames were everywhere as Jiraiya absolutely destroyed Kabuto, Orochimaru, and Manda with his chakra system at peak functionality because it wasn't screwed over from some poison that he may or may not have been given in an alternative universe.

Naruto was there to help, too.

Without the many Oiroke no Jutsu using Kage Bunshin cheering Jiraiya on, one could imagine Jiraiya having some trouble with his opponents.

However, since he had his own cheerleading squad, his fighting spirit had gone through the roof. One could easily imagine him 1v1ing all of Amegakure and winning at that moment.

Of course, why one would have to imagine something that exact, who knows.

"I didn't create any of you, 'tebayo!"

Correction, now Naruto was here to help.

Although, one could wonder if he was really helping by lowering Jiraiya's cheerleader squad numbers.

Then again, with the amount of blood Jiraiya was losing from his nostrils per second ever since he saw the dozens of cheerleaders, Naruto may have been helping.

(Back to Previous Scene)

"I feel like I am forgetting something, Shizune," I interrupted my apprentice's/follower's/worshipper's/friend's(?) spiel about not abusing alcoholic substances and something about giving up my vices.

Ridiculous. Like hell, I was doing that.

My Nindo was to always get saké where and when I could, and gamble when I saw the chance.

Or were those my vices? I couldn't quite remember, I had had too much saké today.

"Maybe it's the wallet you forgot to give the kid?"

Oh, that's right. I felt so overjoyed over getting over my hemophobia that I just decided to keep the wallet and give it back to its owner if I ever came across it.

When the door to my room just broke all of a sudden of what seemed to be no actual cause while I was contemplating on leaving the city, I changed that from giving it if I ever came across its owner to definitely giving it back to its owner.

Why I have had such good luck since then that I wanted to test it out in the casinos in town.

Sadly, I already got blacklisted from them and the—clearly—supernatural wallet didn't want me leaving town to go to other casinos, so I wasn't going to do that.

I was dealing with forces beyond my ken, here.

"That must be it."

Considering how much luck that kid had and what he had inadvertently done to make my life better, I may as well give him my necklace regardless of whether he won the bet or not.

Supernatural good luck versus supernatural bad luck. Seemed like a match made in… well, heaven was definitely out, hell was out as well—not that I believed in them. I was a believer of the pure world and ONLY the pure world. Grand Uncle Tobirama proved it with his Impure World Resurrection Technique, as far as I am concerned—maybe limbo?

(Back to the Fight)

"Stop destroying them, damn it!" This was said while kicking Orochimaru hard enough to be blasted into Manda with Orochimaru actually breaking past Manda's scales and making his way into the snake, then dodging Manda's scales and having his hair impale an incoming Kabuto, who was most likely going to try to attack the Toad Sage with some nefarious technique based off of some medical jutsus. And the coup de grâce to it all was when he picked Manda up and threw him… all without Sage Mode. Considering the absolute boost of power he seemed to have, though, one may not be wrong to just dub it as Jiraiya's new Super Pervert Mode.

His response from Naruto? A middle finger while gaping at the giant snake being sent flying before Naruto started going back to physically destroying the clones as he couldn't disperse them for some reason. Thankfully, they didn't fight back.

"For the plot!" They did all try to go out while saying some nonsense, though.

"For the word count!" This clone was instantly destroyed by what seemed like a wind chakra covered kunai. No one seemed to care enough to check where it came from, though.

"For maths!"

That last particular clone was looked at oddly by everyone.

Like, literally, even Orochimaru, Manda—who had made his way back after being thrown—and Kabuto—who was still impaled by Jiraiya's hair—all just stared at it oddly.

"I regret nothing." Were the clone's last words before everyone decided to attack it.

Orochimaru because he hated it when other people talked about maths when they KNEW his arms were not working so he couldn't do maths—a fact that brought great jealousy in him.

Kabuto, because Orochimaru had been forcing him to do all his maths for him—he was Orochimaru's right hand but this was ridiculous! He wasn't literally supposed to be his hands!—which was slowly driving him mad to the point where the mere mention of maths could send him into a frenzy.

Manda's rage was because his scales had often been used as blackboards when Orochimaru ran out of paper and blackboards during some particularly long calculations, a fact that had brought great rage to the serpent every time it was reminded of it.

Jiraiya's reasons had more to do with the fact that he was still pissed off from having his extremely beautiful cheerleading clone squad be mostly destroyed by Naruto. That and his lightheadedness from blood loss—seriously, though, the place was drenched from the amount he had dripping down from his nose. He had even flown in the beginning from the propelling force from the blood gushing out—made it so any Naruto, even a clone, was good enough to punish for the original's sins.

The lightheadedness also made it so the idea of teaming up with Orochimaru seemed completely natural when it came to stomping that clone.

Hell, even the original Naruto showed great rage and started showing signs of the beginnings of a one-tailed cloak.

Faced with the absolutely incalculable amounts of killing intent, the clone had only one thing to say.

"I take it back, I have regrets."

Naruto led the charge with his incredibly bestial war cry.

"For family!"

It would later be found that this Naruto, that they thought was the original, was also a clone, which explained the bouts of randomness it had like all the other clones did.

That's not to say the original wasn't odd, too.

Chapter End.

So, I feel like I was supposed to write more but I forgot what when I started writing on chapter 5 and 6 when 4 wasn't completed.

And, so far, 6 just feels like games and movie references… Or was it 5?

I don't remember what 5 was about… That does not bode well for the 20% of chapter 5 that I have written.

So, yeah, if there are an AMAZING number of errors or an obvious single large error here, then that's probably what I forgot about when I moved to Chapter 5.

Um, if it's pointed out, I may fix it… May…

Now I miss cake.

I also feel kinda bad for myself because I should have written the author note when I first finished this chapter, not after doing a lot of chapter 6.

Anyways, for those that did get that meme in the ending: You thought you could escape family/Fast and Furious memes on this site? Well, guess again! Yeah, I been seeing them everywhere and figured I'd spread the damn thing. I am sorta hinting at something in these chapters too but I don't wanna just straight out explain it in an AU.

Wait… what's an AU? I know AN is Author Note but what's AU? And, yeah, I meant AN.

Thinking about writing traits about my crack characters so I remember what they should be like in later chapters. Already have Itachi's crack traits written down. All of chapter 6 that is written so far is his crack traits. Which is a shame because I wanted that chapter about Deidara vs Naruto.

I was gonna post this chapter 2 hours ago but my brain keeps telling me I forgot something MAJOR… Can't tell if something I meant to write in AN or something I forgot to write in this story…

OHHH! Remembered one thing. How's the image change? Found out that bright story colours weren't really allowed and may have gotten me banned? Was checking the rules and stuff, so I changed it to pure black lol!

Also, kind of disappointed in myself. This story is supposed to be crack stuff about toads but I am turning it into general crack-ish stuff. Which is a shame, I think?

_ Writing this part after I have uploaded this chapter to the site as a doc file. Started to get how AO3 works but still no clue about Wattpad. That's fine, though, I never was too fond of it. Hashtag:WhenYouLackBasicSkills. I wrote it like that because I don't know if Fanfiction . net allows hashtags. It certainly doesn't allow links.