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"Tsunade-chan, may I ask you something?" Hashi says. Tsunade lifts her head.
"Of course. What is it?" Tsunade says. Hashi gestures toward her chest.
"How do you fight with those boobs?"
"Wha-" Tsunade blinks. Hashi tilts her head, staring at Tsunade's chest the way an adolescent boy would. "I wear a sports bra," Tsunade says.
Hashi tilts her head. "Sports...bra?"
Tsunade gestures. "It's a kind of elastic cloth that holds things in place." Hashi's eyes widen.
"Really? It's a piece of cloth? May I see it? Oh wow, this is amazing! Ooh and it's so pretty with the lace, you really fight in this?"
Tsunade waves her hand. "This is a normal one. Give me a minute to finish these documents and I'll help you shop for some."
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"Madara!" Hashi says, and Madara looks up. "Look at what I'm wearing!" and she rips open the front of her shirt to show him.
Madara jumps back. "Woman, what are you-"
"It's a sports bra! Isn't it great? Now things won't jiggle when I move!"
"Why are you telling me this? Why must you always treat me like another woman, I do not want to hear about this!"
"Wow, you're turning red, you know women of this time exercise wearing only this? I'm not even wearing the lacy ones-"
"DAMMIT."
"Oof, there he goes," Hashi says, as she sees Madara go to his room and slam the door.