Author's Ramblings: Hey everyone, I've finished yet another chapter of this story. My lack of inspiration to write several other stories combined with the general lack of time thanks to college has left me with writing only what I feel like lately...

Well, I won't post much here, just a warning. Don't expect things to go as you were used to, kay? :D

The perspective will keep shifting constantly through this chapter, as we go through the events of each group present in Wave country. Keep in mind though, since Haku and Zabuza aren't here, someone else takes their place, and I ain't tellin' who :D

Chapter 9 : Wave : Birds of Prey

The atmosphere in the village was delightful that night, as the people celebrated their liberation, even with the repeated warnings from the three ninja about being careful and making sure to be ready should the attackers return. He hadn't paid much attention to the events, opting to leave the diplomacy to Yugao, while he focused on the spoils of war.

Naruto couldn't stop grinning wildly at the information Yugao and Haku relayed to him. Gato may be a competent and capable criminal as well as businessman, but lack of common sense killed greater men than him. To think that the fool had actually pulled back all of his money and stashed it in one place... and to think Yugao and Haku managed to draw out so many details on the target area. He really didn't want to know just how they did it.

Like a little child on Christmas, Naruto was searching through the pile of weapons, gleefully laughing whenever he found something that piqued his interest. Over a hundred weapons, many of them completely unknown to him by either design, or means of production, covered by over a dozen different poisons, all new to him. Firing mechanisms and triggers used to arm and set off the traps that were used against him, the thin strands of spider-silk used to trigger them... everything he had gathered was a treasure trove of immensely useful information and ideas.

The small room he had been given had it's floor covered with rolled open storage scrolls, weapons and tools carefully arranged on them as they were unsealed, while he inspected them with the help of three other shadow clones. He could have likely created more, but he was in no rush. According to the mayor of the small village, they could smuggle themselves aboard one of the trade ships that passed there weekly, and conveniently arrived tomorrow. After that, it would be a simple matter to leave at some point and arrive at Wave Country.

One of the more fascinating weapons was a massive object similar to a windmill shuriken, however, unlike the normal ones he had seen in Konoha, this one had only three blades. But that wasn't the part that fascinated him, no, it was the part where the blades folded into themselves down to a small disc that could easily fit into his pockets, and all that without losing any of their strength. Unlike the other weapons he had gathered, this one was of unusual quality, and something he had decided to set aside, as it had truly piqued his interest.

Content with his finds, he summoned another shadow clone to replace him, as he pulled out the scroll that contained his newest puppet, his work of the past few days ever since the Thunder Weaver was complete... that wasn't to say that the two complete puppets were left alone. Naruto was a firm believer in weapon modernization.. if you had an upgrade, by Kami you applied it. And the ideas from the triggers and launchers promised some entertaining results. If his calculations were correct, with the new upgrades he had made, the newest addition to his arsenal would be complete by tomorrow, as he finally had a decent solution for that firing chamber problem.

Additionally, he had neglected his ninjutsu training, an issue he knew could come to bite him in the backside. His thoughts returned to the fight during last night, especially to what he had done with his chakra strings. Certainly, such ideas were not new, however, not once in the writings of his sensei did he note any mention of so many strings being made at once. And then there were those scratches the strings had made on the rocks. It was a concept that intrigued him greatly, the idea of using the chakra strings themselves as weapons, instead of just a tool to connect him to his puppets. The idea of countless razor-sharp invisible strings floating in the air brought a smile to his face, not to mention that it fit the concept of shinobi that he had in his mind perfectly. Stealthy and lethal.

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Not far from him, Yugao was enjoying a relaxing hour of practice, content that the celebration was finally over, and that Naruto was, as ever, busy with his work. Haku had taken to practicing with her ice jutsu as well, leaving her nice and alone to work on her sword skills, and finally try something she had been planning to do for days now, a new move.

Still, standing in a small clearing, while a number of small children were watching wasn't exactly her idea of training, though he argued that beggars couldn't be choosers. With a small smile to the children, she unsheathed her blade, ignoring the 'ooh's and 'aaah's that her action brought from them. The perfectly smooth edge of the long, slightly curved sword silently slid out of it's sheath. She had spent a good amount of time balancing the blade so that she could easily wield it with one hand, while the other used either the scabbard, or one-handed seals for the few jutsu she could perform that way. She had long since accepted that she lacked both the enthusiasm and the talent for most ninjutsu, and while genjutsu came a bit easier, it was nearly impossible to perform in close quarters, forcing her to once more adapt, just like her closest friend.

She focused on that mater as she held her sword for a moment, letting the reflection of the early morning light hit her in the face. The one solid fixture in her life was Naruto, and the one certainty she had was the bond they shared. 'More than friends, less than lovers' she idly mused as the sheath of the sword dropped to the ground, and she gripped the handle with both hands. 'Wonder what he thinks of me? Maybe I should ask him' she continued, raising the sword into an overhead position, edge facing skywards as she prepared for a horizontal slashthat would take full advantage of the spin. However, that wasn't the purpose of the move. The smirk widened as she realized that the chakra she had been molding had formed perfectly.

Tensed muscles moved instantly, the sword swinging at an incredible speed. The kids weren't impressed by it that much... until the ground in the direction of her slash was shredded by nothingness. She could only smile proudly... her plan had worked. The Double Cut, as she had named the move, worked like a charm. Maybe she'd get the chance to battle-test it once they left for Wave tomorrow.

Calming her infectious smile, she returned to practicing the katas as she did for years now, letting her mind descend into a state of trance and relaxation, as her last thoughts were of her now-raven haired friend.

The familiar embrace of oblivion was comforting, as one by one, her higher mental functions shut down. The act of practice was long since turned into an act of meditation by her teachers, as it allowed her to practice, but keep her mind sharp and ready, while simultaneously making her body learn the moves by instinct. One by one, her thoughts faded away... cut, sidestep... leaving behind nothing but focus...twist,upward slash... and movement that flowed without thought or direction, gaining momentum with every swing. Soon, the blows slowed down, the short period of calmness expiring as her mind once more started moving normally.

The Infinite Gate, that was what her mentor called the style. And for all his teachings, she was never forced to truly use it against any foe. Naruto had once come close to forcing her into it, but she really didn't want to use it on him. By definition, almost every style of the sword was a killing style, however, the Infinite Gate was one of the few that truly specialized in killing. The mental and physical conditioning that it required to work properly was frightening, but the effects it brought were equally so. It was her trump card, her equalizer for a foe that proved far stronger.

Wiping the sweat from her brow, she noticed that the children were awestruck by her practice, and that the sun had passed it's zenith. She had been at it for more than two hours. It was time for a break.

(12:00, Konoha, Sarutobi estate)

The gentle sound of rain was a welcome change from the drab monotony of the past week, or at least Hiruzen Sarutobi thought so. Oh yes, he was a happy man now, in more ways than one, but a few things were still missing for it all to be complete.

Ever since the incident with the council half a year ago, the tired old man had reminded everyone just why he was the God of Shinobi. A mischievous grin came to his face at the reminder of what he had done. By invoking a number of old laws, and using them as a base to prepare and pass a number of new ones, as well as garnering the support of the Daimyo to override any opposition from the council, Konoha had truly returned to it's roots.

The civilian half of the Council of Fire was disbanded completely, and the shinobi half had taken up their part of the duty, with an increase in efficiency that was disturbing. A number of the council members ended up in jail for embezzlement, fraud and blatant thievery on their account... though he had personally had those people set up with additional crimes to make sure that their influence was eliminated. After all, they had almost set up a very dangerous precedent, and he was more than happy to show them his opinion on the subject.

Danzo, another source of irritation was dealt with by his own organization, as they politely reminded him that they had chosen him, not the other way around. Apparently, the shadow council that made every major decision in the group didn't appreciate what the man had done, and were more than willing to wash their hands of him, as well as deliver full reports and files on his activities since he took the position. There were more than a few disturbing events there, which while for the general benefit of Konoha, had actually instituted a great amount of influence and power, all gathered in one man, Danzo Shimura. Well, too bad he had miscalculated just once.

The constant power-plays, the aftermath of the Kyuubi attack, the Uchiha massacre, the Hyuuga incident, and finally Naruto's exile. All events that had considerably sapped the strength of his home, either militarily or politically. The bills passed by the council had reduced the requirements for the graduating genin in the academy, reducing it to a mere handful of tests and as little as three simple jutsu, and then crying when their children got killed in the line of duty... or being happy once their shinobi position allowed them to amass even more influence and power. They couldn't reduce the number of active ninja in hope to garner greater profits because a number understood the sheer idiocy of such a move. Not to mention that Danzo had pulled every bit of influence he had to erase every thought of such an action from their minds. The man may be power-hungry, but he isn't a fool.

Still, the day held one last meeting he wasn't looking forward to. Jiraya was coming home today, and he had yet to speak with him since before Naruto's exile, and if he knew his student even a bit, there was likely going to be a lot of collateral damage.

That thought of course, brought forth another reminder of the night of Naruto's exile. The workshop, which had been impossible to find before, had been found... by an unfortunate ROOT agent that got blown into smithereens when a sequence of exploding tags reduced the hidden cellar to rubble, as well as the building above it. He was certain that Naruto knew that those were uninhabited. The boy wasn't a fool.

Leaning back into his chair, he kept looking at the rain beyond his porch, his hand gently picking up the cup of tea he had been drinking. Of course, not even this perfect moment could last.

"Hokage-sama" came the voice of one of his ANBU agents. Owl, unless he was mistaken.

"Yes?"

"Jiraya-sama has arrived. Also, one of the two scout teams from the northern border has returned with just one survivor." the owl-masked ANBU reported, earning a barely perceptible nod from Sarutobi, before the old man sighed.

"I see. Contact Inoichi Yamanaka, and tell him to meet me at the hospital where the survivor is. What's his name by the way?"

"Arizaki, sir" the ANBU responded, vanishing seconds later after a dismissive wave from Sarutobi. In the words of one of his younger ninja, the day had just gotten more troublesome.

(24 hours from then, Wave Country island)

Shikamaru groaned irritatedly as he was faced with even more mist. Didn't this country have anything but water and mist? He had to force a second groan down as he noted the rickety boat in which they were supposed to cross the narrow straight between Wave country and the mainland, vaguely aware of the massive form of the bridge in the distance. Shino was being his usual quiet self, while Chouji had chosen to take a snack in the form of an energy bar. Asuma and Tazuna were silent, as well as the man who drove the boat.

"That's some bridge you're building Tazuna-san" Shikamaru commented in a quiet voice, just loud enough to be heard. Asuma had warned them to keep all conversation quiet, if they had to speak at all.

"Aye, it will be, once it's finished" the self-proclaimed super bridge-builder responded, a look of longing and pride covering his face "Thankfully my son-in-law is still protecting it. I just hope nothing happened while I was gone."

Little did Tazuna know just what had happened in his absence...

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On a nondescript shore on the northern side of the island, three figures slowly rose from the sea, These weren't by any means beings of myth and legend, dark forms from the deep there to torment the insolent surfacers that polluted their homes, or worse still, followers of some deranged octopus-like god. No, they were simply shinobi. Perhaps that was even worse.

Naruto chuckled as he removed the breathing mask from his mouth. He had to give it to her, Haku knew her infiltration techniques perfectly, especially where it concerned the use of terrain here. The design of the rebreathers fascinated him, as the devices not only protected from drowning, but were capable of filtering out gasses as well... something that gave him ideas concerning poison once more. After all, if he could walk past clouds of toxin while his enemies couldn't, what was to stop him from throwing them everywhere around him?

He blinked once, a stray thought running across his mind. Was he really thinking that much about ninja equipment an stuff?

"I need a hobby..." he quietly muttered, trailing off as Haku and Yugao snickered behind him.

"We should be at the north beach," Haku stated after calming down "there should be a small village to the southwest, I can't remember the name though. If anywhere, Gato's base should be at the old castle at the southern tip of the island" she finished her impromptu report.

"So what's the plan?" Yugao asked curiously. She wanted to know what Naruto had planned, as this entire gig was his plan and operation. She'd follow along.

"Haku, you're less threatening, and harder to spot. I want you to snoop around the village. I'd suggest a disguise first, it would likely attract less attention. Dig out the gossip, rumors and any useful information you can" Naruto started.

"Tenre, I need you to check the region for the presence of any of the three reported shinobi, or any outsiders to the region. Count them, evaluate them if you can, but don't reveal yourself. Once you consider yourself finished, regroup and meet up with Haku"

Naruto stopped for a moment, going through his mental checklist. He had cleared up most of what came to mind apart for two things: a base of operations and a meeting point. So far the only area not mentioned was the east of the island.

"Any usable areas for a base of operations on the eastern side of the island Haku?" he added.

"Mmm.... yes, there should be a cavern we can use there there" she responded, thinking for a moment

"Good. That will be the meeting point then. Twenty four hours from now, we meet there, consolidate our information, and make plans for the day after."

"Oh, and don't get killed Mezuro" Yugao called before leaving.

"Don't worry too much" Naruto responded before jumping off.

And so, they broke off, Haku and Yugao heading towards the small village while Naruto proceeded due south, towards the castle.

~~~~~~~~~~With Haku~~~~~~~~~~~~

After breaking up with Tenre, Haku finally got the time to get prepared for her part of the mission. The rather complete description of their goals here surprised her, as she hadn't really expected them to trust her that much yet, and she decided to repay that trust in full... not to mention that she stood to make quite the profit from this. Just how they intended to rob Gato blind was still beyond her (and them most likely, but that was hardly important), but she still remembered what her own teacher said was the key word on missions such as this – improvisation.

She was surprised when she did a recheck of her inventory after her release to find that the slavers hadn't found any of her hidden cashes, especially the large tattoo on her right forearm. The matrix of seals there served several purposes, but the main one was to store things inside. The others served as either a store of reserve chakra or.... she really didn't want to think about it now, not with him dead.

Among the things stored, she kept several disguises, including a set of rags, and sufficient makeup to hide all her feminine features.

She quickly undressed, ignoring the cold air as she began applying everything to her body with great efficiency. Within a short span of twenty minutes, there stood a street rat in his teens, dressed in ragged, but durable clothes. The tattoo on her arm, as well as her breast were covered carefully, showing no signs of presence. Even if she did look a bit effeminate, there was no mistaking her for anything but a boy.

Taking one last look at herself in the small stream, she contently hummed, and walked away towards the village, making sure to suppress as much of her chakra as possible

~~~~~~~~~~~With Naruto~~~~~~~~~~~~

Naruto was getting bored after an hour of travel southward. It wasn't that the road was that long, but that he had to avoid several mercenary camps along the way. He took the time to count out the men present, and scout out their equipment before moving on. They were operating in hostile territory, and according to the teachings of his dead sensei (and common sense, really) knowledge was power.

Still, that didn't help to keep the boredom of doing the same thing over and over again from settling in. If anything, the camps he passed grew thicker as he approached the castle, indicating that it was likely the home of his target. The though of the plan he had made for after this was the only thing that kept him going. That is until said castle came into sight

'That is a castle? What the hell was Haku smoking?' he inwardly groaned as he viewed the three story high fortified mansion. The difference however, while sounding funny, was not to their benefit. Regardless of the level of organization, from what he remembered, castles had a lot more security holes that ninja could abuse. Mansions were built on a different principle, and fortified ones were the worst, for prospective ninja anyway. Times may have changed since those lines were written, but he doubted he was that lucky. Still, according to the info Haku and Yugao had gathered, there were around two hundred mercenaries here, and so far he had only spotted around one hundred. If those that were sent to Teardrop island were from here, that would mean that he had around one hundred and fifty left, which meant that the last of the group was likely inside the fortified mansion.

The architect had a keen mind, as the building was erected on a small plateau, with a single, narrow road serving as it's access. Around the edge of it, thick walls surrounded the mansion, providing it with a safe garden. He had his doubts concerning the walls, but seal experts were hard to find, and he knew of no material that would stop the channeling of chakra, therefore, climbing over the walls was an option. However, it was still broad daylight, and not a good time to practice infiltration here. While he was quite good, he'd get spotted sooner or later, and that wasn't yet an option. He would have to wait for night to fall, while getting some rest first.

So, picking out a suitable branch, he tethered himself to it, and slowly drifted to sleep. Gods, he missed his comfortable chair back at the office.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~With Team Asuma~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tazuna's home was one of the few places in Wave country that still reminded of the peace and prosperity that had been there until a few years ago. While the paint on the stone and plaster walls had mostly faded to a dull gray, and visible cracks had shown up near the bottom of the exterior walls, the house itself was still very lively.

On the front porch, A young boy was speaking with a few years older ninja, though more than a few people would laugh if they heard the subject of the discussion, or growing argument, depending on your point of view.

With Shikamaru and Shino on watch, Asuma, Tazuna, Tsunami and Kaiza sat around a table that was brought outside. Even in the clod weather, it was still pleasant to sit, and no one among them minded, though they did dress warmly.

"He seems so much like a normal kid" Tsunami commented, smiling lightly, while looking at Chouji arguing with her son, Inari over the subject of 'Which food is the best', with neither giving any ground on rather disturbingly accurate culinary argument. Asuma could only chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, but he was glad that at least he was opening up again, even if only by a bit

"Like this, he does" Asuma slowly responded, taking a long draw from his ever-lit cigar.

"I think it's sad, to see kids lose their childhood so early" Kaiza added his own thoughts, while the others simply nodded, Asuma being sadly reminded of Naruto. He really had nothing against the kid, as he seemed to be, along with Konohamaru, a bright spot in his father's life, even with the Kyuubi sealed in him. And while he knew that the boy had never suffered physically, loneliness was a terrible thing.

"Well, at least your son is luckier. Even with all of this, he seems quite content" Asuma responded, getting a nod from Tsunami and Kaiza, while Tazuna merely pulled a chug from his bottle of sake.

Asuna could already feel the coming headache as Shino and Shikamaru returned from their watch, an unusually grim look on Shikamaru's face, as he really couldn't tell with Shino and his glasses.

"Anything to report?" Asuma asked, though he had a feeling the answer was yes.

"We just had to take down two groups of thugs that were lugging explosives to the bridge" Shikamaru irritatedly commented, turning for a moment to Shino who gave a barely perceptible nod. "Oh, and we managed to persuade on of the thugs to talk a little. There seems to be a group of three shinobi working for Gato. Ranks unknown, but certainly over genin. Shino left a clone to watch over the area until we send the next shift"

Asuma quietly nodded as he pulled out a piece of paper and began quickly writing something down on it. Content with the writing, he got up, biting his right thumb shortly and smearing the blood across the other fingertips, before flashing through a string of handseals and slamming his hand to the ground. Shino and Shikamaru were the only ones to notice and recognize the rapidly expanding network of strange symbols that represented the Summoning jutsu. A puff of smoke, and a moment later, there stood a small monkey. The intelligent animal was around two feet tall, with completely white hair, and strangely enough, dressed in a comfortable robe with a staff slung over his back and a minuscule bottle of sake on his belt.

"Hey Asuma-chan, you needed me for something?" the monkey joked, but his face turned serious at the sight of Asuma's growing irritation, and apparent seriousness. "You're no fun, you know that?"

"I know Ganso, you take every opportunity to remind me of it. I need you to bring a message to my father, okay? And stick around to bring one back if needed" Asuma shortly explained, preparing a small package for Ganso.

"And my offering?" Ganso asked, quirking a non-existent eyebrow

"All ready" Asuma added, tossing a fruit to the monkey, who cackled with glee, before waving off and vanishing in another puff of smoke.

"Now, back to the matter at hand. Shino, Shikamaru, excellent work. I've sent a message to the Hokage to send us another team for reinforcements. Chouji, you and I are taking the next shift while these two rest up a bit" Asuma handed out the orders as he waited for Chouji to walk over to him. He wondered for a second just how a twelve-year-old dressed in scale armor could look like a harmless kid. He also made a mental note to get a decent cloak for Chouji. One that would cover his armor at least a bit.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~With Yugao~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A tired figure glanced at the falling sun, arguing internally how much time she would need to finish what she had in store for the day.

After sneaking around all day, Yugao Uzuki was tired, irritated and worst of all, very, very dirty, though the results she had to show so far were excellent. She had managed to scout out over three quarters of the island, and now possessed a good image of the numbers their enemies had.

With a flick of her wrist, the mercenary tied down on the floor beneath her died of having his throat pierced by a kunai. She wasn't cruel, and compared to what he had just tried to do, this was a gentle death, though at least the knowledge he had proved useful. The man was something of a minor officer in the 'thug army' that Gato held. No one important enough to be missed, but important enough to know a few useful tidbits of information. 'Not that they would ever find his corpse' she mentally noted as she the corpse over the cliff and down into the jagged underwater rocks below. She cleaned off the kunai with a piece of cloth she had cut from his clothes, before tying it up around a rock and throwing it to the sea. 'First rule of ANBU operations: You were never there, and even if you were, no one who saw you without being cleared, dies'

It was a harsh method, but incredibly effective, and it had saved Konoha from the political backlash that some of the ANBU missions could have caused more than once.

Content with the effects of her work and information gathering, she threw one last look at the unconscious girl a few feet away before using a weak water jutsu to clear up the blood from the rocks beneath her feet, and heading off to the southwest. There was one last area for her to check before she was finished for the day and could go and get some well-deserved sleep. A cave never before sounded so inviting.

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A pair of blue eyes opened at the coming nightfall as a pair of hands shook him awake.

Naruto regained his bearings quickly, reminding himself of the task at hand. With night falling, it would be infinitely easier to sneak into the fortified mansion ahead of him. Untying the length of rope that held him tethered to the tree he was lying on, he quickly sealed it up, and taking a deep breath, he started on his coming mission: to infiltrate, map out and escape undetected from the mansion.

Jumping towards the plateau, he kept to the taller trees to avoid drawing any attention, and using his chakra to cushion every landing to reduce any noise he was making. He took note of a number of torches scattered around the cleared field before the upward path. Apparently, at least a few of the mercenaries under Gato's command were military or ex-military. Normal thugs didn't have the experience or intellect to think of clearing up an area like that to hamper sneaking. Still, for him, there were sufficient openings to abuse.

The plateau itself was at the end of a minor peninsula, leaving a stretch of land between it and the rest of the island. The stretch itself had a wide, well traveled road going there, with torches lit along the entire length of it, while two camps stood, one on each side, watching over the path.

So, Naruto choose to do the wise thing, and bypass them completely by going over water. Even before he returned to civilization with Yugao, the water walking exercise was easy for him due to his reserves, but with her training, he could now effortlessly and soundlessly run along the surface of the water. And in the darkness of the coming night, he was invisible against the unusually calm sea. The edges of the cliff before him were smooth, but he could pick out a few possible paths to the top where his tree walking skills would do him good.

Slowly, but surely, he made his way upwards, content that his victim wasn't smart enough to provide himself with a proper fort to store his ill-begotten riches in. All the better, as Naruto had no intention of letting him keep them. Not when he could put them to his own use.

Finally reaching for the worked stone of the wall, he was pleasantly surprised to notice that there weren't any added countermeasures added to it. It would have been unpleasant at best.

He immediately stilled himself as he heard the sound of steps on the wall above him. Mentally cursing himself for not noticing it during the day, he flattened himself against the wall, hoping to stay undetected

"Hey, did you hear about that new shipment of weapons?" came the voice of the first thug

"Yeah, I heard Boss got them from some guy in Snow country. With the civil war raging on, it's no wonder he could get them so cheap" the other one responded

"I know, better for us anyway. But what are those things?" the first one continued, unknowingly holding Naruto's complete attention

"I hear the large crate has a suit of chakra armor, and the others are supposed to be generators and some other strange weapons. Weird machinery, seems to run on that slick black stuff boss wanted to set up a facility for to the east. Let's go, our shift is nearly over, and I need a beer" he finished off, the two of them walking away, and talking loud enough for Naruto to track them by sound. Once he was sure they were far enough, he vaulted over the crenelations on the wall and took a look at the area around him.

Author's Notes: Well, I hope you enjoyed this one. Bit hectic, but the story has more than a few threads I have to weave at the same time.

Ah yes, one important fact to add. While it may be a bit off from where the question pops up, it will clear it up for everyone, so...

More than a few of you asked yourself 'Why did the creator of puppetry, obviously a Sand nin, leave his legacy in another village, especially one with which they were at war?'

Well, I can't answer everything without revealing a few details I have for the story later on, however, did I ever mention he was a Sand nin? You also consider him a ninja first and everything else later. However, just by the effort placed in building a workshop like that, it's obvious that the man is more than just a ninja... he's an artist, as two Akatsuki members would put it, and artists, especially crazy old ones, don't think the same way other people do.

Also, since this is happening earlier than in cannon, Kaiza is still alive, and Inari isn't whining on about fate and other nonsense since his step-dad isn't a corpse

And yes, I gave Asuma a Monkey summoning contract. So sue me :P

BTW, do monkeys have eyebrows? I can't seem to figure out...

Well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I won't be dropping any more spoilers. Please, do review