And right on schedule, your Friday update is here. Well, where I am, it's Friday, which also means it's Christmas, so merry Christmas to you all.
Once again, I would like to thank Ncpfan for all his help in bringing this story to my stage. I'm fine with the set and the characters, but without his help my plot would be rather flat. So let's give a big cheer for the one who helped me flesh out this idea and turn it into an actual story.
Now, this chapter should answer some of the biggest questions, but with any luck it will give you some more to ponder over. So, I think the stage is about set and my actors are ready, so, without further pause-
Let's start the show, Ne?
"Come now, Warden, I know my appearance is mesmerizing, but to stand there frozen is unbecoming of one of status such as your own." The Kyuubi- Mito, as she insisted- smiled. It was a disarming smile, one of mischief and enticement that could break down the distrust of all but the strongest of wills.
Naruto, however, was not must for trust.
He didn't trust outsiders before his family left him, he trusted others even less when he found himself on the streets, and he most certainly did not trust the nine-tailed fox demon whom his existence kept locked away within his sister.
That didn't seem to bother her any, however, as the smile never left her face.
"Aw, what's the matter, fox got your tongue?" She giggled, something which he may have found cute if he didn't know she was a gigantic fox who had slaughtered millions throughout history.
Her smile became a smirk at his silence. "You know," she began. "If you come closer, I really can take your tongue." She licked her lips. "We could have a lot of fun here, you know." Another giggle escaped her ruby lips, spilling forth in a sensual melody. "No one would ever know what it is my warden does to me, and I would be powerless to stop you. That is, if I wanted to stop you."
Still, Naruto did not react.
Pouting, she whined. "Well, you're no fun, can't even play along with a girl. Do you know how long it's been since I've had someone to talk to? I might as well be alone again if you're not going to contribute to the conversation."
His response spoke exactly of how much he cared for her plight. "If I could leave you, I would. I have no desire to be here in your….company."
"Oh, you're so cold, Mister Warden! Don't' say things like that, you haven't even introduced yourself to me yet."
"I don't plan on making your acquaintance."
"Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" Asked Mito, lifting one regal eyebrow in question as her pout became a displeased frown. Naruto shook his head.
"My mother's manners left much to be desired. She did, however, teach me not to talk to strangers." This earned him a grin from the Kyuubi.
"Fair enough, I suppose, young warden." The smirk returned. "Let's say you and I not be strangers anymore, huh? After all, we will be seeing quite a lot of each other from now on. You being my warden and all, it's your responsibility to look after me. It will be quite difficult for you to do so without actually interacting with me."
"You may wish to be more careful with your words, it almost sounds like you're challenging an Uzumaki." His lips quirked the smallest amount upwards, the most emotion he had shown in this encounter. In response, the Kyuubi blanched. Even she knew not to challenge an Uzumaki, the entire clan was known to do the impossible when told they couldn't.
"I would not be so foolish as to do such a thing, dear warden; I pray that you never take my words as such."
"I see." Replied the Uzumaki, his blank face becoming a frown. "You still have yet to inform me as to why I am here."
"Didn't I?" questioned the fox. "I could have sworn I told you I wanted to meet you."
"You did." He confirmed with a nod. "and you have. Was there anything else or may I be on my way?"
Ruby lips smirked as she gazed at him hungrily. "My, are you asking permission from this lowly prisoner, great warden? I'm flattered."
"I was being polite, Mito. Do not mistake my manners as subservience. I answer to two people, you are neither."
"Oh, and here I was thinking your mother didn't teach you any manners, were you lying to me? Such a naughty little boy you are." He was getting used to that giggle. It may not have been attractive when you thought about who it was giggling, but it seemed to fit in some odd way.
"Perhaps then, Great Fox, my mother has shown me what not to do."
"Ooh, I may have formed an opinion of you too quickly; I'm starting to like you, warden." She placed her arms on two of the cage's bars and leaned out as far as she could, her soft smile once again adorning those ruby lips. "I have to wonder then," she mused. "Is that why you won't introduce yourself? I know your mother likes to let everyone know who she is and how much strength she has."
"I have not introduced myself because I do not wish to introduce myself, fox. You do not need my name for me to check up on you. Already you call me 'Warden', I see no reason you cannot continue to do so until my death."
"Still so cold, I was hoping you had begun to warm up a bit to me. It's hard not to enjoy the company of a woman as beautiful as myself-"She was cut off by Naruto who interjected;
"I'm sure Lady Mito was wondrous company."
Frowning, the Kyuubi shot him a dirty look. "As I was saying," She grumbled, much to his own amusement. "I thought you would be a bit more welcome to spending time in my presence, my past notwithstanding. Oh well, it's no matter, I know enough about you as it is."
Naruto raised a brow. "And how, pray tell, is that? To the best of my knowledge, this is our first interaction."
"Oh, it is, dear warden, but you have interacted with your sister, have you not?" She gave a short, mirthful laugh. "I've spent a lot of time with you, Nii-Kun, surrounded by the memories your sister has of you. I get to experience some of her thoughts and can even view the world through her eyes, if I so wish. It takes a lot of effort, but it does get so terribly dull in here, you know?"
"I'll have to take your word for it. However, this also means I have no need for me to introduce myself. While I may not have previously met you- and still have no desire to meet you- you have met me."
"But this time it's face to face, the other times don't count." She countered.
"Then we are done here. You know of me, have seen me, and have now spoken to me face to face. Was there anything else? I grow weary of this place."
She gave a bark of laughter. "You? Sick of this place? I've been here for years, how do you think I feel?" Pausing, she frowned in thought, staring straight into his eyes.
"You know, warden, it is your job to care for me. This prison-"She gestured about their surroundings. "is not really suitable for a prisoner, especially one of my standing. Surely you would not be opposed to a bit of remodeling? Nothing complex, just something basic would be a welcome change. A bed, perhaps, maybe even a square of concrete raised above the water so that I can be dry? You can't be so heartless as to leave a poor woman to rot within this filth."
He gave his own thoughtful frown, mulling it over. If she spoke truthfully- and he really couldn't find any deceit in her words- then he was her keeper. He knew that the seal on him kept her within, but he had always thought of his sister as the jailer. He was just the lock. Perhaps, then, he had been failing his duty for all of these years.
She may have been a great beast of destruction, but she was also the most powerful being on the planet who had been imprisoned for years before getting a chance to lash out at her captors. More than that, though, she was his responsibility.
She was his.
He liked the sound of that. Here she was, powerless, helpless, needing someone to help her in her time of weakness. And he could help. He could take care of her. He had always been fussed over by others, but the prospect of looking out for someone else made him almost giddy with excitement.
"How would I go about changing things, Mito?" he asked. His voice had softened, no longer the frigid, uncaring tone he had used for the entire encounter. Knowing that she had obtained this small victory, Mito smiled.
"You're the warden, will it so." Then she added. "Even if that doesn't work, that new seal of yours should have no problem changing this place."
She instantly had his undivided attention when she said that.
"You know of this seal, fox?" he asked. "Tell me, what does it do, what is its purpose?"
She wagged a finger at him. "Uh-uh-uh, it's not my place to tell you. It can help you change this place, but that's all I'm giving up. You'll have to discover its secrets on your own." He frowned but nodded nonetheless.
"Very well. It is, after all, my responsibility to bear- just as you are." With a thought – and a wave of his hand for dramatic effect- the world around them rippled in and out of existence, morphing to his desires.
A large slab of black marble rose from the water, covering a large area on either side of the gate but allowing the water to flow freely along the wall. The room, once bright from an unknown source of light, dimmed considerably even as silver torches grew from the repairing walls and came to life with green flames.
The great gate that once was the focus of the room disappeared, leaving only a band of gold along the floor and walls to signify the barrier that was still there. Over that gold band shimmered into existence a grand dining table of dark wood clothed with a length of crimson silk. A gold candelabra appeared dead center, casting faint light with its red flames. Only two chairs formed- one at either end- with high backs and intricately carved arm rests.
Taking a seat, Naruto ignored Mito's amused grin. He reached for a glass bottle before pouring it into two glasses, one of which he slid all the way down to her own seat, the physics of this world changing to ensure his desires were heeded.
As he reached for his glass his clothes melted away, reforming into a black suit that was more fitting for the atmosphere. Once Mito took her own seat, her attire likewise changed, going from a simple red kimono to an elegant red ball gown.
"All of this for little old me?" She grinned. "You shouldn't have."
"No, I shouldn't have." He agreed, taking a sip. "But I figured this was fitting for one of your status."
"See," She teased. "I knew you were warming up to me." He gave a snort in response, but did not disagree. She was indeed growing on him, and fast, too. Much like Tatsuki, now that he thought about it. What was it about these women that allowed them to worm their way into his heart so effortlessly?
Satisfied that he didn't speak against her comment, she took a sip herself, only to pause at the flavor.
"Is- is this strawberry lemonade?" Inquired Mito in disbelief. It looked just like wine, but there was no mistaking the taste.
"I'm eight, I've never had any sort of wine, I wouldn't know how to create it here." He explained, finishing off his glass and pouring himself another.
"Huh, I keep forgetting how young you are, dear warden. It's hard to believe it with how you speak and act." He merely shrugged in reply.
Looking distastefully down at her fruity drink, she peered down the table to meet Naruto's eyes. "Say, you wouldn't have anything against me having a glass of blood now, would you?"
When he made no notice that he had heard her she let out a sigh and took a sip, only to spit it out as soon as it hit her tongue.
"It's blood?! When? "
"When you asked for it. It is what you wanted, is it not?" He raised a single eyebrow at her.
"No! Why on earth would you think I drank blood? I was joking!" Once again he shrugged, waving a hand lazily to vanish the glass and the blood she had spit out over his table. Standing up, he spun his own glass down the table to her with a flick of his wrist.
He couldn't help but grin when it moved so perfectly.
"You know," He mused aloud. "I'm starting to like this place."
"Oh, so you wouldn't mind coming back to visit?" She inquired, snatching up his glass and washing away the tang of blood that lingered in her mouth.
"No," He answered. "I don't think I would." Naruto gave a grin as he gazed at the image of a dead woman who sat across the table, his first smile since his family left.
"There are stairs behind you, they lead to your bedroom." She turned and nearly squealed at the prospect of a bed as she took note of the two curved staircases that led up into the darkness above.
"It's been fun, Mito."
As he willed himself out of this new world, he missed her victorious smirk-
And how she gazed hungrily at the place he had just occupied.
"Soon, my dear warden, you will be mine, and I will be free."
Maybe she'd keep him around after she escaped the seal on his sister, Uzumaki were known for their long lives and she wouldn't mind a bit of company for a hundred years or so. It was certainly a tempting notion.
Iruka gave a small sigh as his eyes roamed over his class. Like every other time he had gazed about the room, his eyes were inevitably drawn to the single chair that had remained empty for what was approaching dangerously close to three weeks now. Of course, that was not to say the absent occupant didn't observe the lessons, he simply didn't enter the classroom. Peering out the window and into the old tree that sat just outside the building, he could see his missing student sitting on a branch, jotting down notes that had been written on the board.
Everyone in Konoha had heard about what had happened to the boy, so it was easy to see he was uncomfortable with the notion of sitting amongst classmates who would no doubt bring up his recent misfortunes- especially if they learned he was now homeless. That would be a nightmare.
No, instead he arrived promptly each morning before the other students and would take notes until lunch. Then, he'd disappear for an hour or two before returning to watch the end of the practical lessons. When all the students had left for the day, the boy would practice what he had seen until confident that he understood, at which point he would disappear into the night.
As a teacher, Iruka was proud to say that Naruto picked everything up very quickly.
Of course, there was the matter of tests and examinations. As it was, he had been excused from those during the two weeks he was in the hospital, but another one was coming up soon. Naruto would have to come take it with his fellow students if he didn't want to fail or, worse, be dropped entirely from the shinobi program.
Iruka really hoped it wouldn't come to that.
Watching as Naruto packed up and took off, he turned back to his chatting students.
"Alright, class," he called. "We'll break for lunch now, you have an hour. Remember, practical when you get back so eat first to give yourself plenty of time to digest."
He was answered by a chorus of "Hai, Iruka-sensei!" before they all stampeded out the door. Giving one last sigh, he turned back to the tree Naruto had only recently occupied.
'I don't know what it is you leave to do, but whatever it is- good luck.'
"Hey, watch it!" She yelled at the small figure that had darted in front of her, nearly knocking into her and making her spill all her groceries. The person either didn't care or had bigger things to worry about then some random woman's groceries, as he sped off without the slightest bit of remorse.
Moments later, it was revealed as to why.
"Get back here you little thief! I swear, when I find you-!" The man's threat went unfinished as he placed his hands on his knees, panting. It had obviously been quite a chase.
Shizune frowned, looking in the direction the cloaked figure had vanished in. It was pretty obvious by their size that they were still a child and while stealing was wrong –even if she was a shinobi- what was more wrong was that a child needed to steal. The orphanages were overfilled with children from the Kyuubi attack still and many lived on the streets, begging and scavenging.
Theft, however, was pretty new. Most didn't have the guts to risk it in a shinobi village. Not only was there a high chance of your target being a shinobi, or at least trained as one, but there was an even greater chance of a shinobi being nearby.
Shinobi had a tendency of stopping crimes, usually not out of the goodness of their hearts, but for some form of reward or compensation. Regardless of their reasoning, a civilian thief would be easy pickings for even a fresh Gennin, which meant successful thieves were either dumb and lucky or skilled and lucky, either way, without a healthy dose of luck, you'd find yourself locked up before you could count the coins you'd stolen.
As if on cue, three shinobi from the crowd dashed in the same direction the young boy had gone, intent on getting back the stolen coins. Whether they would return them once retrieved, however, was a different matter entirely.
Shaking her head, she continued on her way back to the Senju manor with her purchases. It wasn't any of her business. If the kid got away, good for him, if not, well, hopefully he wouldn't be roughed up too badly. She had only made it two blocks farther when she saw him again, perched on a roof just under an overhanging building. She almost missed him, shadowed as he was, but a flash of red when some of his hair fell out of his hood had drawn her attention. None too soon, either, as that strand was quickly tucked out of sight.
Curious, she moved to a wall of a nearby building to observe the child. Something about him seemed familiar in some way, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Almost five minutes later, when she was considering leaving, he tensed. Her eyes found the large group that passed near him and couldn't help but wonder why he would wait for a larger group. Sure, he'd be well hidden, but the chances of shinobi were higher, as were the chances of being tangled within the limbs of bystanders.
When he pulled out an old kunai, holding it in a reverse grip with his right hand, she furrowed her brows in concern. He wasn't aiming to kill one of them, was he? Before she could think more on the subject he leapt, landing in a roll right behind the group and quickly making his way through it. When he emerged from the front, he held no less than three different coin purses. He slipped into an alley nearby with none in the crowd any the wiser of what had just taken place.
'Oh, he's pretty good. He must have been doing this for most of his life.' She thought, somewhat amused by the young boy's skill. 'He'd make a fine shinobi one day.' Within moments, he was back in her sight, having climbed up the alley wall. Crouching down, he emptied the three purses into his own bag, which he promptly placed into one of the pockets on the side of his pants.
He turned back to the street and within a few minutes had his next group of targets. This group was no larger than the last one and yet when he pulled away from the crowd he had managed to procure five coin purses, despite the jingling his pocket of coins must have been making.
'Was the number based on luck, or is he simply improving at such a rate?' He could have done poorly the first time or exceptionally well this time, but Shizune's instincts told her that this boy was a very fast learner. Or, rather, her instincts told her that he was quick to adapt, which meant about the same thing in this situation.
'Wait, where'd he go?' The instant she realized she had lost sight of him, she felt a weight settle within the kunai pouch she was wearing. Spinning around, she was met with the sight of the boy, his purple eyes gazing up to her with a cold seriousness that set her on edge. Silently, he brought a single finger to his lips.
'Is he…bribing me?' She thought in disbelief. Reaching a hand into her kunai pouch she felt a sack of coins that she knew hadn't been there earlier. 'He's really attempting to buy my silence.'
It really was amazing, because the boy couldn't be more than eight years old, and yet here he was operating in a manner most of Konoha's current Chuunin couldn't accomplish. A sobering thought hit her. 'Why has he needed to adapt in such a way?'
Staring at the boy who remained still and silent, waiting for her response, she finally realized why he seemed so familiar. 'Red hair and purple eyes, living on the streets, he must be that boy I heard those woman speaking of, the one who found himself without a family and locked out of his home.'
The two old women had spoken about the boy who was some sort of royalty- a prince, if Shizune was remembering correctly- who was without home or family. The women hadn't known why his family was gone, whether they had fled something or were dead, but they did know that the boy found himself locked out of the sealed compound. With no where to go and no connections within the village, he had found himself on the streets, where he could be found darting about gathering lost items and discarded scraps. He was a scavenger, like a raccoon, one woman had joked, but the other was quick to speak against it, commenting on how he prowled like a wolf, despite the state he found himself in. She also mentioned that he was far too proud to ask for assistance even if he had someone to ask it from.
'That would explain the coins'. Thought Shizune. Of course the boy couldn't bring himself to ask her to keep quiet as he tried to scrounge up his next meal, but if he gave her part of his haul, he was paying for a service- in this case, the service of keeping one's lips closed.
'If he had noticed me watching him, he must have been able to figure out that I'm a shinobi. It's not common for a shinobi to turn down a job, no matter how odd, so long as they are paid and it doesn't put their village in danger.' It must have been the case, as he was still here. He had to know if she accepted the job, otherwise he was in danger.
'Wait,' she paused. 'Doesn't that make me a threat?' Her instincts weren't alerting her to danger as he stood there, still but relaxed, but as she discreetly looked out of the corner of her eye, she could catch the glimpse of metal hidden slightly behind his leg.
'He's got his kunai out and ready.' She realized. 'If I don't accept his payment, he plans to silence me through other means.'
She wouldn't be that easy to take down, being a high Chuunin level ninja, but the fact that he was ready to do so was, honestly, a bit disturbing. 'What are we, The Bloody Mist?'
A child shouldn't act in this way, ever. She didn't care who they were, where they came from, or what their life story was, it was simply wrong to have a child acting so much like a, well, shinobi. Frowning at him, she couldn't help but feel pity for this homeless prince. Taking out the coin purse, she made a show of weighing it in her hand before nodding to him, signifying that she accepted the payment and would keep silent on this matter.
He gave a grateful nod of his own before running into a nearby alley and out of sight. It would appear his work was over for the day.
She didn't know his name, or why he was fending for himself, but she did know that he would go places as a shinobi. Hopefully, those places would be better than how he was living now.
'Good luck, Little Thief.'
Despite it being barely passed noon, there was already a sizable pile of empty bottles laid about around her. The busty blonde was far from drunk, however, having developed a rather large tolerance to alcohol over the years, much to her ire.
Drinking helped her forget, the ability to drink such copious amounts without becoming drunk- without being able to forget- was not a skill she cherished. That is, in fact, why she had started at nine in the morning. If she had waited any longer, she would not have grown inebriated enough to forget come evening, and if there was anything Senju Tsunade hated, it was being sober during the night.
Because if she wasn't drunk she'd never fall asleep, instead she'd spend the night lying in her bed, tossing and turning as her past haunted her with thoughts and memories she'd rather not have.
Drinking let her sleep, allowing her to wake up and start the process over again. It may have been pathetic, it might not be good enough to be considered a life, but it was all she could do, and she wouldn't be stopping any time soon.
Not only was she the greatest medic ever known, unable to accept any damage the alcohol might do to her body, but she also had Uzumaki blood, which helped her heal and would keep her alive for quite a bit longer yet, retired or no.
She intended to keep up this routine until the day she died. If it weren't for Shizune, her apprentice, that day would have been long ago. It was for the girl's sake that she continued to draw breath each day. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving her deceased lover's niece all alone in the world, especially after dragging her all over the elemental nations. The poor medic had no friends or family besides the last Senju and their pet pig, to leave her would crush the girl.
A fine way to honor the man she loved.
No, she'd stay around for the girl, at least long enough for her to meet a nice man- or woman- and start a family. Then, perhaps, Senju Tsunade could die in her sleep. As the world's best medic, it would be child's play for her to shut down her body's vital functions, leading to what would no doubt appear to be a natural death.
Konoha, however, had not been the plan. Sure, it would help her apprentice find friends, but she'd much rather die in some small town where no one knew who she was. Just another traveler who would be dug a simple grave and left to rest in peace. Konoha and the rest of the major hidden villages would never even know of her passing.
And then came an Uzumaki-
So there went all of her own plans.
Uzumaki Kushina had always had a place in Tsunade's heart, even if the woman didn't show it, and she was unable to say no when the Uzumaki asked for her to come back to Konoha. For all the reasons, however, giving checkups to her son wasn't the best to call her back to Konoha for. It seemed almost lame. There were plenty of medics in Konoha who could monitor the boy's health, like whoever it was who told the redheaded woman that her son's chakra coils were having a strange reaction to the Kyuubi's chakra.
Surely they already knew what was going on, there was no real need to have the last Senju come back to keep an eye on the boy's developing coils. Nevertheless, Kushina, being the overprotective mother she was, would accept nothing but the best for her son and proceeded to call for Tsunade's return. The Senju cursed that woman's ability to get her to do things she really didn't want to.
So, she came to Konoha, as she had promised, albeit a day late due to a run in with some debt collectors, and now here she was, lying on the floor in some random room within the Senju compound, determined to get drunk off her ass one more time. So what if she hadn't given the boy a checkup? He just had one and the problem left when his mother and sister did; the boy was in no danger.
If he had any concerns about his health, he would come to her and let her know. Kushina had told her that she left Naruto instructions within the compound. Being the momma's boy he was, there was no way he'd go against them. So, until he came to her, she saw no reason to seek the boy out.
Preparing to start on the next bottle, she was interrupted by the opening of the front door and the voice of her apprentice.
"Tsunade-Sama, I'm back! Come help me put away the groceries!" Giving a sigh, Tsunade rolled over and pushed herself up, pausing only to fix her loose shirt before making her way to the kitchen to help her apprentice.
About halfway through their task, Shizune attempted to start up a conversation.
"Hey, Tsunade-Sama, guess who I encountered today?" Asked Shizune.
Tsunade puzzled over this. Shizune didn't really know anyone here, so it must have been someone with quite the renown. It probably wasn't her old sensei, Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Sandaime Hokage, but that still left quite a few possibilities.
"I don't know, maybe Hatake Kakashi? You two start flirting or something?"
Shizune's cheeks immediately went red. "N-no, it was nothing like that, it was a little boy-"
Tsunade quirked a brow, giving her apprentice a curious stare before shrugging. "Well, some girls like 'em young, I suppose.
"Tsunade-Sama!" her apprentice huffed in indignation, pouting slightly as a teasing grin spread over Tsunade's face.
"It was that homeless prince that people have been talking about lately."
"A prince of the homeless? He didn't do anything inappropriate to you, did he?" Asked the Senju. Before her apprentice could respond she continued. "Unless of course you wanted him to. It's good to see you care more for personality than wealth, Shizune, but I think you may be going a bit fast. You must be head over heels for him."
"Tsunade!" Whined Shizune, crossing her arms over her chest "I'm being serious here, stop trying to make this about my love life."
"You mean your lack of one?"
Shizune shot her a dirty look.
"Anyway, you've heard the rumors, right?" Tsunade shook her head in the negative.
"I haven't been out much, you know that."
"Ah, I thought you might have heard them the few times you left. Well, basically, there's supposed to be a young boy, a prince or something, whose family up and vanished. He tried to get into his home, only to be rejected by the security seals."
A bad feeling began to well up within Tsunade as she listened to her apprentice. That sounded suspiciously like Kushina's son. But why would the security seals reject him, had something gone wrong? Did he even know about the instructions Kushina had left him? Her apprentice, oblivious to the unease of her master, continued on.
"He spent two weeks in the hospital, but once he was released he didn't have anywhere to go, so he's been living in the streets. I watched him today, he was stealing from some of the civilians. He was good at it too, and got better as he worked." Her apprentice gave a small grin. "Little troublemaker knew I was watching him and tried to bribe me. Shizune giggled. "Well, I suppose he succeeded, I agreed not to turn him in."
Shizune's small smile turned upside down. "It was kind of sad, actually, that one so young lost everything and is now fighting to survive. I feel bad for the poor boy, though I suppose he's doing well enough for himself as it is. I swear, it's like he was born to be a shinobi, I wonder who his parents must be."
"Shizune," Tsunade's voice was slightly shaky as the woman hoped she was wrong. "What did he look like?
"Ah, He wore an old brown cloak, so it was hard to see his features, but he had hair as red as a sunset and these cold, purple eyes that almost seemed to glow in the shadow of his hood. They were actually quite beautiful; I bet he'll grow up to be a handsome young man."
When Shizune looked to her master, she found the last Senju frozen in terror, causing her to grow concerned.
"Tsunade-sama, is something wrong?"
'Oh, gods, Naruto-kun.'
I hope you enjoyed the show. As usual, updates are on Friday. However, I think I'll do something special for chapter five. Not only will you get an update on Friday, January first, 2016, but I hope to make it at least twice the size of my regular updates. Something to look forward to, yeah? See you all at the next showing of Sealkeeper: He Who Binds.