"Beki chan, you're going to be late for training," Hinata shook her friend, who was rolled like a burrito in her blankets. Beki groaned and curled more tightly into her refuge.

"I don't wanna train with Ebisu sensei anymore," Beki grumbled. "I'm a chunin now. I shouldn't have to train with him."

Hinata sighed and gently patted Beki's side. "You've discussed this with me before. Remember how you told me just last week you can't break the third seal? It's been over a year since you began trying to learn your father's Raijin style but-"

"I haven't made progress in months," Beki opened her eyes only to glare at the ceiling. "I find it really hard to believe that Ebisu sensei will be able to help me break the code."

"You've told me yourself, as annoying as he is, you usually get results with him," Hinata offered as she began rolling back the blankets. "Besides, if you stayed home today you would be all alone. I have lots of errands to run out in town."

Beki made a small growling noise as she unfurled herself from the covers. "Did you make coffee?"

"Yes, it's already waiting for you downstairs," Hinata said as she rose and headed for the door. She had already dressed for the day in a light lavender sweater and a long cream colored skirt. Beki looked enviously at Hinata's pretty suede boots. It had been forever since Beki had been able to go shopping for new clothes and her stuff was starting to look threadbare. The next time her dad came into town she would have to strong arm him into either coughing up the cash or coming along while she got herself some new clothes.

"The worst part of leaving the house is I have to put on pants," Beki grumbled as she pulled on a pair of basketball shorts that had accidentally wound up in her clean laundry pile. She had absolutely no idea where they came from and Hinata never mentioned them, so Beki just considered it cosmic repayment for all of the clothing Hanabi had absconded with over the years.

"I'm perfectly okay with you not wearing pants around the house," Hinata sighed. "I would really prefer it if you didn't keep spare pairs of shorts stowed away around the house, though."

Beki shrugged. "What am I supposed to do if someone is at the door and I'm not wearing pants? It's easier if I pull out the shorts stowed under the couch cushions or grab the pair I keep in the freezer."

"You are a shinobi, Beki," Hinata said. "I'm sure you are fast enough to get upstairs, put a pair of pants on, and answer the door before someone would be impatient enough to leave."

Beki shook her head. Hinata had been raised by a single father as well but she had also been surrounded by a collective of older female relatives. That henhouse mentality would of course staunch the pragmatic genius of freezer pants.

Hinata headed downstairs to run her errands while Beki finished getting dressed. All that was clean was a sky blue t-shirt with a cartoon kitty face on it. She usually wore it for a sleeping shirt but hopefully the adorable but unsettling eyes of the kitten would throw off Ebisu sensei during their training session.

True to her word, Hinata had left the coffee on the counter for Beki. Knowing Ebisu sensei would probably make her do a billion crunches, she decided a big breakfast was a bad idea. She made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and ate half with her coffee. The rest she put away for later.

It was still fairly early, so Beki left the house without checking the mirror. She let loose her hair and then began to rebraid it as best she could blind. It would be sloppy and lopsided but it didn't matter. The only person she would see before practice was Ebisu and he didn't count as a person.

Ebisu sensei was waiting under a tree while reviewing some notes on a clipboard. Beki hated that damn clipboard almost as much as she hated his sunglasses.

"You're late," He said without taking his eyes off the board.

"Sorry I'm late," Beki said. "I didn't want to come."

Ebisu narrowed his eyes at her and lowered the clipboard. "Do you think I have nothing better to do than to stand around, waiting for you to decide to show up?"

Beki narrowed her eyes at him. "Do you?"

"I have students, you know," Ebisu fixed his glasses.

"What, like Konohamaru and his friends?" Beki folded her arms. "Then why aren't you training with them? It's my dad's money, isn't it?"

Ebisu opened his mouth to reply but she stopped him. "You didn't think I would notice, would you? The differences were very subtle, I will admit. I have a trained eye in these matters, however, which will prove to be your downfall."

"What are you talking about?" Ebisu shook his head. "You aren't making any sense."

"Ebisu sensei," Beki looked him dead in the eye. "How many pairs of sunglasses do you own?"

Momentarily, Beki saw the composure slip from Ebisu's face. There was a quiet panic there as if one of his darkest secrets had been brought to light. Almost immediately he snapped back to attention and adjusted his glasses.

"We've wasted enough time already," Ebisu said. "Let's get to training."

…

All of the satisfaction Beki had gained by making fun of Ebisu's sunglasses collection had been boiled away by the unsuccessful training session. No matter how much she concentrated, Beki couldn't make any progress towards breaking the third seal.

"The first thing you have to do when you can't master a technique is to take a long hard look at your process," Ebisu called out to her after her fourth failed attempt. Beki sat on the ground, panting from the effort. She was developing a headache from the wind jutsu rushing in her ears. Her desperation to learn the Raijin style and to nerf her clansman's hold over her forever added to her present irritability. When Ebisu opened his mouth to continue on his long winded lecture, Beki hawked a dirt clod at him.

"Cut to the chase!" Beki growled. Ebisu narrowed his eyes at her and the two sat in silence, unwilling to give into each other's attitudes. At some point Ebisu remembered he was a full grown man and in control of the situation. He took a deep breath and said in a measured tone: "Change the order."

Beki narrowed her eyes at him and shook her head slightly. "What?"

"Up until now, you've tried water, wind, fire," Ebisu explained, using the same almost condescending tone. "This time, do water, fire, wind."

Beki furrowed her brow. As much as she hated to admit it, Ebisu's idea wasn't so bad. She heaved a sigh and put herself into position. Slowly, she closed her eyes and began to breathe deeply, allowing the Drowned Maiden chakra to wash over and engulf her. Soon her skin was cold and ashen and her hair was slick and inky as crude oil. Deep down inside Beki felt for that tiny spark that connected her to the fire seal. Beki had become so adept at taking on her Drowned Maiden form that it took almost no concentration to maintain, which allowed her to focus on that tiny warm spark. She fed her chakra to the flames, visualizing the cool blue-silver energy turn the reds and oranges of a blaze.

There was a nagging feeling of dread pulling at the back of her mind as she broke the fire seal. Beki ignored it at first as her own self doubt and desire for Ebisu's idea to fail holding her back. Within moments, however, she realized something was definitely physically wrong. A wave of nausea and she was struck with mind numbing dizziness. Beki felt like her body was a house on fire and that she was locked inside, unable to escape. Panic slowly set in as she realized it was difficult to speak, her words slurring incoherently as Ebisu watched curiously. Her vision was blurring when concern began to draw his face at last. He stepped forward and opened his mouth to speak but by that point Beki was already blacking out. The last thing she remembered was the soft thud she made as her body collapsed on the grassy earth.

It seemed like either seconds or an eternity before consciousness slowly intruded on the blackness of the void. Beki's head swam violently at the slightest movement but she felt the comforting presence of a hand on her head. Beki opened her eyes ready to thank her helper only to find Ebisu dangerously close to kissing her. Revulsion swept her entire body and forced her fully awake. With all the strength in her body, Beki swung a right hook into Ebisu's face. The force of the impact of her attack knocked him off of her and rolled him flat on his face.

Beki sat up, panting for breath as the adrenaline rushed through her system. Ebisu shakily pushed himself up on an elbow and glared at her. "You had stopped breathing!" He cried. "I was going to perform CPR!"

"Ew," Beki shuddered. "Next time just let me die."

Ebisu pulled himself back up onto his feet. "You are absolutely ridiculous, you know that?! What is your problem with authority?!"

"It's not a problem with authority," Beki said. "I have no problems with Hinata's dad, or the Hokage, or my dad. I just don't like you."

"Let's just call it a day, shall we?" Ebisu rubbed his aching jaw. Beki had a right hook like a grown man. He was definitely going to have some swelling and a bruise he didn't want to have to explain to his peers. Then again, it was a well known fact that Beki was a beast. He watched her stagger to her feet and head off toward town. If she hadn't just decked him Ebisu might have been kind enough to walk her home but he wasn't a fan of encouraging her violent and defiant tendencies.

….

Beki sighed and rubbed her head as she walked home. Her head felt like someone was trying to mine their way out from the inside. More than the physical pain she was experiencing, Beki was tormented by what had gone so wrong with the training. Was it just jinxed from the start because it was Ebisu's idea, or was her reaction caused by the combination she used? The only thing Beki could figure was that the rapid temperature change from cold to hot triggered her fainting spell. That's what she told herself, anyway. The truth of the matter was that as Beki activated the fire seal it almost felt as if the Drowned Maiden reacted violently to the presence of the fire chakra.

As she stewed over the possibilities, Beki noticed she had a hangnail and tore at it with her teeth. The bit of nail gave way with a bite and she spat it out into the bushes. A small drop of blood pooled between her nail and her cuticle. There was an answer somewhere in there, something Beki was sure would be obvious if she just considered it in the right way. Why didn't the Drowned Maiden like fire? Duh, Beki thought. Because it probably counters the effects of the water jutsu. Then again, The Kishin counter for water was lightning, so what was the deal?

Beki almost plowed right into Konohamaru and his teammates. His face instantly lit up at the sight of her.

"Beki nee san!"Konohamaru hugged her. "I feel like I never see you anymore."

"I've been training a lot," Beki ruffled his hair. "You guys going to meet up with Ebisu sensei?"

"Yeah," Moegi said. "He says we have to start training for the chunin exams."

Beki gave a good hearted chuckle. "Don't rush it." No matter what Beki tried, whenever she saw Moegi all she could think was that the girl's hair looked like a pair of boobs. Udon wasn't far behind in the awkward factor. That kid looked like a cross between Shino and Lee without their respective mystery or confidence. Not to mention the kid was named after a type of noodle. How much more lackluster could a person be? If Beki had another summer cooped up the Hyuga mansion, she decided that year's project would be straightening these kids out. Or at least teaching Moegi how to do pigtails that didn't come out looking lewd.

"Easy for you to say," Konohamaru smiled. "You were awesome in the chunin exams last year."

Beki's expression darkened. "You, uh, you didn't read about that in the papers, did you?" Between the ninja info cards and the doctored up photographs the newspapers used, Beki's performance in the finals against her cousin depicted her as downright trampy. She'd started receiving the occasional awkward fan letter, one or two of which were random marriage proposals. The last thing she wanted to find out was that she had inspired Moegi's hair choices.

"No," Udon shook his head. "All the adults were talking about it, though."

Beki heaved a sigh of relief. At least they were saying nice things about her. "Alright you three, you've stalled long enough. Get moving."

"Bye, Beki nee san!" Konohamaru called out as the three ran off ahead.

Beki watched the three run off and felt a strange pang in her chest. When Konohamaru hugged her, she noticed he had grown a few inches taller over the summer. She swore the last time she had hugged him his head was level with her chest, but now his forehead was to her chin. Beki was tall for a girl but she didn't know how she would react to Konohamaru eventually being taller than her. It was surreal and unnatural the way facing adulthood always was. People that were smaller than her would eventually be taller, people who were her age would get old, and people older than her would get older. This realization added to the lingering nausea the fainting spell had caused. Just as she turned to head into town, someone bumped into her.

"Whoa, sorry!" The boy called out as he ran away. Beki gave it nothing more than a glance before turning back towards the path. It was just some blonde kid her age.

Whatever, Beki thought as she headed on her way. People just don't have manners anymore.

…

For the length of the summer, Beki had been forced to wallow around the Hyuga mansion, hovering around either Team Gai or Team 8 when they were available to keep herself in condition. When they were both gone, she had watched movies, read books and gossip magazines if she was desperate, and wrote Gaara. He had been too tied up to visit her much. Her boredom combined with the frustration of failing at making progress in her training, leaving Beki with a lingering feeling of dissatisfaction. Now that summer was over, the school year would start soon. That meant she could take her position back up helping out at the preschool at the Konoha Ninja Academy.

That is, of course, if they'll take me, Beki thought. It had been a three ring circus between her father, the Hokage, and Iruka for Beki to get the position in the first place. Some people were genuinely upset about a foreign national working at the preschool. Even though Beki had been allowed to hold the position two years in a row, it was always made clear to her any day could be her last. Considering how long Beki had been a resident of Konoha, however, that risk dropped everyday. This year the tiger moms probably wouldn't even bat an eye at her.

True to her instincts, several of the teachers were already hard at work putting their classrooms together. Beki invited herself in and made her way to Iruka's room. She knocked softly on the door, and hearing no protest stuck her nose inside.

"Hi," She called into the room. Iruka was hard at work putting up posters that listed out the class rules, vocabulary terms, and infographics about basic ninja gear. At the sound of her voice he turned and gave her a warm smile.

"Come on in, Beki," He pointed at a pennant banner sitting on his desk. "You're just in time to help me string that up."

Beki picked up one of the ends of the coil. Each pennant had the name of a future student and the Konoha village emblem in meticulously neat puffy paint characters. "Your handwriting is criminally neat."

"To be fair, I do more writing than the average person," Iruka chuckled as he took his end of the pennant. "And I have to write so people can read it easily."

Beki pulled up a chair and helped tack her end of the banner above the chalkboard. "Decent sized class this year. First years again?"

"Yes," Iruka nodded. "I used to work with the older kids, but I need a break."

"I like the babies better, too," Beki sighed. "That's actually why I'm here. Do we know if I have a job yet?"

Iruka shrugged. "I haven't heard anything to the contrary. The kids will certainly be happy to see you again."

"I tell you what, Iruka, if I don't have something to keep me busy I'll go mad," Beki folded her arms. "The summer almost did me in. I was to the point I was reading pulp fiction, and I think if I dropped in on another Team hangout they were going to bury me alive."

Iruka sighed. "I understand what a tough spot you're in. You essentially relocated to Konoha but you can't fully access it, not the way a local can."

"Not to mention the inability to do the job I've been trained for since I was knee-high," Beki sighed. "Sorry, I'm complaining. I'm just really happy to get to come back to work, I guess."

"We appreciate the enthusiasm," Iruka smiled reassuringly. "To you, this may seem like a stand in for real shinobi work. I have to tell you, though, it's actually good inter-village relationship building for you. Someday you'll take over your dad's job and end up working professionally people here in Konoha whose lives you'd touched. Its harder to have negative opinions about someone when they worked with your little brother in preschool."

Beki nodded. "I guess that's true. Thanks for the pep talk, Iruka sensei."

"Be here bright and early Wednesday morning," Iruka said in a flawless teacher voice. "We'll be going over the daily schedules and duties. If you're late, you know you'll have to do lunch duty with the fifth graders."

"I'll be here at dawn," Beki said with feigned terror. Iruka waved her off good naturedly and she headed out into the hall. Right as she turned the corner for the front door, she was rammed into by a passing figure.

"Sorry!" The boy called out and Beki narrowed her eyes. The world was just full of impatient jerks today, it seemed.

…

Neji closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt the energy around him vibrating in the air, focused his strength, and lashed out into the space in front of him in a single perfect strike. The air rushed out of the way with a satisfying whoosh and Neji returned to position.

Silver eyes.

Stop it, he thought, pushing the image of Beki out of his mind. This sort of distraction will get you killed in the field. Worse yet, it could get Lady Hinata killed. Neji's body and mind had to be perfectly in tune with the world around him. He had to be able to completely concentrate on a single point or everywhere at once without losing his focus. It wasn't enough to see everything, he had to be able to process it simultaneously. Neji chastised himself in his mind, disappointed in his own lack of discipline. Before he could even finish the thought, Beki was back. She was squeezed between him and Lee in the booth of a barbecue restaurant laughing louder than a young lady should. Then she was a few feet in front of him, walking backwards through the woods so they could face each other as they spoke. The cautious but familiar movements of her feet were a perfect contrast against the careless unkempt state of her hair with its dusting of leaf bits and the occasional twig. Neji's heart ached with a bittersweet joy. He remembered how the last time they had all gone out as a group Beki wore the comb he bought her.

Neji realized he had lost his focus and his stance had shifted. He adjusted his feet and tried to regain his previous mental state. Every time he came close, those silver eyes looked back at him in his mind and threw him off.

"Dammit!" Neji lashed out in frustration, sending a less than perfect strike into the space in front of him. Instead of hearing the air whoosh away, he heard the grunt of air being knocked out of lungs as his hand met flesh that crumpled around it. Instantly his eyes snapped open and Beki was before him, doubled over and coughing. Neji held out his hands in front of him in a helpless gesture and gave a frustrated sigh. "How many times have we gone over this, Beki? Don't sneak up on a Hyuga!"

Beki coughed and spat. "See, I don't think I'm sneaking up on you. Maybe your vision is so good that your hearing is weak by comparison."

"It's hard to take the high ground when you're doubled over and it's your own fault," Neji folded his arms, trying to bury his concern behind a cool exterior.

"I'm not wearing the bell, Neji," Beki stood up, her face still pink. "I'm not a cat."

Neji sighed. "If you wore the bell, we'd hear you coming and you wouldn't get hit."

"That was only like, the fourth time this week," Beki shrugged. "It's not like you guys are breaking bones or anything. My tenketsu just gets jacked for a day or two."

Neji observed her uncomfortably. Beki had sustained so many blocks and unblocks to her tenketsu flow that it was losing effect. The first time they had used the Gentle Fist style on her, Beki had still somehow had the willpower to crawl a few feet. After two years of accidental exposure, a strike like the one Neji just used would only put her down for a moment or two. A normal person would be off their feet for at least a day. He really hoped that wouldn't have some kind of long term negative effect on her health.

"Anyway, I just wanted to tell you it looks like they still have a job for me at the school," Beki folded her arms. "I might not be able to do late night karaoke with you and the rest of the Team during the week anymore."

"I'm glad to hear it," Neji sighed. "Maybe if you're not going I can talk my way out of it."

"Aw, Neji," Beki patted his shoulder. "You're too young to be so old."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Some of us like a full night's sleep, Beki."

"I'll sleep when I'm dead," She looked around the yard. "So I was thinking, for family game night…"

"I'm not going to knock you out, for the twelfth time," Neji folded his arms. "I know how injurious it is to your pride to lose children's games to four year olds, but you're part of a team."

"Its normally cute when people tell you in a roundabout way you're part of the family, but I have to tell you, Hyuga family game night makes me feel like the ugly bastard child no one wants around," Beki explained. "If it was just us, I'd crack jokes and stuff, but with Hiashi there I feel like I need to try my damndest to actually win. He has this weird aura where you just want him to approve of you but you also are very aware that's nearly impossible."

Neji stood there silently for a moment before responding: "I know exactly what you're talking about."

Beki tapped her toes subconsciously. "So, double KO?"

Neji sighed. "Just shut up and show up."

Beki rolled her eyes and gave him a sarcastic salute. "Alright, Captain Hardass. I'll see you back at the main house at 7 sharp."

Neji watched her walk away and sighed to himself. Would it be better if he did what she wanted? No, he thought. There was a very good chance she came to him and made such ridiculous requests because Beki knew Neji would react the way he did. If all of a sudden he started being complicit she would grow suspicious. In a strange way he did sort of enjoy the rapport they had going. Beki didn't really rough house with other people the way she did with him. It wasn't much but at least he knew that was his alone. His eyes wandered back over to Beki as she walked away and he nearly jumped in surprise. A pair of his shorts had gone missing in the wash a few weeks ago, and lo and behold Beki was wearing them.

"Beki," Neji called out and she turned. "Where did you get those shorts?"

"The universe," Beki said cryptically as she headed back for the house.

What base is it when a girl steals your pants? Neji thought to himself, his face contorted in confusion.

…

Beki headed off towards Hinata's house. She had certainly had enough physical abuse for a single day and was longing for the soothing heat of a bath. Maybe if she asked nicely Hinata would make cookies. It was a chocolate chip kind of night. Beki salivated at the memory of the last batch Hinata had made. They had been for Kurenai sensei but Beki had swiped a couple while they were cooling on the counter. She was knocked out of her happy reminisce by a body knocking her almost to the ground.

"Watch it!" She cried in surprise.

"Sorry about that!" The boy's voice was already fading by the time Beki got back to her feet. What the hell, she thought. I definitely need to get home.

…

Hinata wasn't home yet. Beki could immediately tell by the empty space on the counter where she usually put her bag. She began peeling off her clothes as soon as the door closed behind her. To try to help Hinata out, Beki tossed her clothes in the wash with the rest of the darks in the hamper. She headed upstairs and decided to go with a steamy shower over a soak. Beki had to comb out the tangles from her hair and pick out bits of leaves as she washed her tresses. She used a sugar scrub to slough off her dead skin. To her chagrin, her callouses were getting worse. Oh, the sweet contradictions of being a kunoichi, she thought. To be soft and feminine while powerful and strong was nearly impossible. Oh well, Beki thought. I guess I'd rather be strong.

After she toweled off, Beki put on a soft cotton sleeping bra and a shirt Hinata had handed down to her. She was chestier than Beki, so it was a little stretched out but the worn in softness made up for that plenty. Knowing Hinata wouldn't be home any time soon, Beki headed back downstairs in just her shirt and her undies. She put a kettle on the stove and stuck her nose in the fridge. Her sandwich had somehow slid off the back of the shelf, so Beki leaned over and reached deep into the recesses of the two door.

A key turned in the lock and Beki called out as the footsteps entered the kitchen.

"Hey," she said into the back of the fridge as the sandwich wrapper evaded her.

There was a brief silence before a male voice surprised her:

"Hinata, you look even better than I remember."

Beki slid out of the fridge and turned to face the intruder. He was tall, almost as tall as her father, with bright blue eyes and blonde hair. His face marks gave him away-Hinata had shoved enough photos of this boy in Beki's face that she would know him anywhere. Clearly puberty had done a number on him, but those face marks and eyes didn't change.

"So you're Naruto?" Beki asked, sandwich in hand.

Naruto blinked at her in surprise. "You're the roommate? Beki?"

"Yeah," Beki opened up the freezer and took out the pair of shorts she kept stashed in there. Naruto gave her a strange look.

"Why did you have pants in the freezer?"

"For situations like this," Beki said as she put on the icy cold trunks. Naruto nodded.

"Oh, I get it. That's actually pretty smart."

See Hinata? Beki thought smugly. Freezer pants are a good idea.

"So Hinata is out running errands," Beki said as she took a couple of cups out of the cupboard. "Sorry, this is weird for me. I don't know if I should be offering you stuff. Its your house, after all."

Naruto laughed. It was an honest laugh, clear like a bell. Beki could see why he was so well liked. He had a naturally warm inviting nature. "We'll figure it out."

"You were away training, right?" Beki handed him a cup of tea. "So what did you learn out there in the world?"

"A lot, actually," Naruto rubbed the back of his head and looked up at the ceiling as if he was trying to recall it all. "I made a lot of progress with a couple of my techniques: the multiple shadow clone technique, the rasengan…"

"Konohamaru said you taught him some stuff," Beki said as she sipped her tea.

Naruto's face brightened and he snapped. "That's what I was forgetting. Watch this!" He formed hand signs and his body was enveloped in smoke. As the smoke dispersed, Naruto was left standing there fully transformed into a beautiful woman. Beki nodded and sipped her tea.

"Konohamaru's been working on that one too," Beki said. "I think he's made some pretty good progress with it."

The sound of another key in the door pulled both of their attention. Hinata stepped through the door looking slightly exhausted by her day. She looked up at the two of them and her eyes widened in surprise. The telltale flush crept up Hinata's neck and Beki noticed her swallow nervously.

"Hey Hinata!" Naked girl Naruto smiled at her. "There you are!"

Without a word, Hinata ran forward at full speed and tackled Naruto to the ground. With a loud pop, the transformation broke and he was himself again. Beki sipped her tea and watched out of the corner of her eye as the conversation quickly dissolved into long kisses. The second hands started to wander Beki knew they had completely forgotten about her and put her cup on the counter.

That's my cue to leave, Beki thought. She slipped out the door quietly and stepped out into the night. Sunset had come and gone, but the sky was still bright with stars. A cool fall breeze played with the ends of her still wet hair. Beki shivered and hugged herself. It looked like she would be heading to family game night all by her lonesome.

…

Hanabi gave Beki a disapproving side eye. "You didn't even bother drying your hair?"

Beki rolled her eyes. "Naruto just got home and I kind of had to get out of there fast."

"Hinata must be elated," Neji sighed. "She had to wait for him for so long."

"Two years is an awfully long time," Beki said.

"Hinata's been obsessed with him since the womb," Hanabi scoffed. "We'll be lucky if we ever see her again now that Naruto's back."

Beki shrugged and gave Hanabi her best attempt at an understanding smile. The truth of it was, Beki had no idea what to do and was just going to play it by ear. Be brave, Beki, she told herself. Tsukimori hold the line.

There it is, ladies and gentleman, the return of Naruto Uzumaki. I hope you understand that I had to establish Beki's character and her relationships before his return for the story to work. I would love to hear your thoughts on our first collab chapter! Feel free to PM me or leave a review. This is something new we're trying out and feedback would be much appreciated! Till next time, Ponchoninjax3.