AN.
HECTIC WEEK, I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE!
So many requirements, so little time.
I glared at the giant white cat, a forehead protector actually on my forehead (it was forced unto me, since y'all know how much I hate forehead protectors and labels in general) with the kanji 'Truth' engraved on it. It would have been fine if it wasn't for the fact that the giant cat gave me this black coat with fur in the trims of it's hoodie, reminiscent to Kiba's all the while making me looking like a pretentious prick. I looked like a pinup doll with how I did my hair. It was safe to say that I wanted to see Sora-ku burn. Since Soma, the bitch he is was going to personally deliver my clothes and shit and he wasn't here in the first damn day, I had to wear it to avoid stinking up the place.
"I'm not even supposed to be here." I muttered next to Taizo who was training with another cat. I didn't even do anything! I just stood there and gave him company, forced to do manual fucking labor!
For goddamn cats may I remind you. Slowly but surely, my love for all things four-legged was dripping down the drain, now being reserved for dogs and other animals besides cats. The memes were not lying, they were assholes. I wanted out in the first thirty seconds.
The apartment they gave me was beyond stanky. Like, so stinky I had to invent a word that could fulfill the needs of delivering just how stinky it was.
"Stanky, adjective, used to describe an incredible scent that displeases all the five senses in one go.
Example: God, this apartment is so stanky it makes me want to kill myself."
I literally spent the rest of my day with Taizo, the bitch he is, making the shit-hole that was my apartment for God know's how long to at least make it deem-amble for human use when he got a luxurious suite because he was the Nekomata's apprentice and shit. He didn't even have the shame to look sheepish. It's not my fault how much of a pussy my Yamanaka teammate was. You're a ninja of Konohagakure, dammit. Your expected to catch cats for a living. What the hell were you doing in your genin days, kiddo?
I knew where I'm spending mine, thanks to you.
Cat hair everwhere. Cat shit in the corners. Boxes and trash bags covered the bed. When I saw this I couldn't help but let out a dry sob, all the while trying to convince myself that my actions WILL help with the war efforts. I mean, look at all these supplies these four legged demons have hoarded around. I could have sworn some of the boxes had what looked like gun powder and really weird looking kunai. The Uchiha were some fucked up individuals, if I do say so myself. Look at all this weaponry (not included the ultimate weapon that is known as cat shit)! Konoha might actually turn the tides earlier than usual and prevent fucking Tobi from ever existing if they win the war.
You can tell I was desperate for more happy thoughts.
You know, like Soma's head in a silver platter.
That was a good thought in itself
The fur brushing the back my neck because of the forced upon furry hoodie the cats gave me elicited an irritable tickle. I debated internally whether to let my hair down but decided against it because having your hair pulled by a maniacal enemy soldier could traumatize you, settling for my two short strands that escaped my bun because I refused to cut my hair even though it could literally kill me.
"What?" It raised an eyebrow; its claws scratching the really durable tatami mats, making me cringe at the irritating sound. This inconsiderate son of a dick. I covered my ear with a patient, tight lipped smile despite my actual thoughts of using its fur to dress our own floor back at the house. It licked its dirty fur into submission while the blue and eerie flames burned silently.
"Uh, can I go, Nekomata-san? Taizo is the one you wanted. He's your apprentice." I reminded the old cat again. If he could remember a middle aged Gamamaru, a toad that helped the dang Sage of Six Paths. I wouldn't blame him if he was forgetful because that age was literally an eternity ago.
Except for the fact that it involves me,
So that obviously changes everything,
"No can do, kitten." It looked thoughtful before shrugging. "Well, maybe there is." It waved of its huge paw before producing these tiny ass silver bells too big for his giant paws. He waved it once, the ringing being louder than what a normal bell should be. The giant cat demon seemed to be pleased at my "woah, that's kind of cool expression.
You know what else would be cool?
If you let me go back to Konoha! You would be so cool!
"Summoning bells, it is one of the many inventions of the Ninneko." The giant cat said a little bit too smugly. I mean, sure it was cool but it wasn't Eight Triagrams: 64 palms cool. It was probably just a loud bell heightened by chakra and maybe even slight minor genjutsu. I could tell, I was an aspiring genjutsu mistress, after all. After two seconds of silence, a white cat with black tiger markings and really squinted eyes wearing a mesh undershirt and a red kimono shirt appeared with a poof of smoke.
It would have looked normal if it wasn't for the fact that it had the kanji of 'truth' on its forehead. "Nekomata-sama, nya?" The white cat's sagely voice called out to the bigger feline.
"Eiji, go take care of this human, I'm too busy to do it. I want her busy for a month or until my apprentice is ready for action." The giant cat smirked down at Taizo who let out a cold sweat as he smiled at his Sensei nervously.
I almost felt symphatetic.
Almost is the keyword.
Almost because he smirked cheekily before doing his katas for the cat taijutsu they were teaching him.
Oh no, this bitch literally KIDNAPPED me and now has the audacity to smirk?! Busy for one fucking month?! It would have been funny if it weren't for the fact that, hello, this is a warehouse filled with cat fur and shit. Oh, there better be an anti-cat fur jutsu or I will literally protest about my human rights.
The new cat gave me an assessing look before nodding to himself. "I think I know where I can put you, nya."
There was no bigass scroll to be given to me, a wise cat to give me some form of Sage Cat mode, no; that shit was probably reserved to Taizo and his poop-colored haired. It was me feeding cats in a fish shop, roaming around the damned Uchiha Warehouse for two hours, manual labor that amounted to nothing. Why the hell do they hoard so much shit?! How are they going to use that shit?! Christ almighty, they have enough weapons to start their own Hidden Village! The Village Hidden in Cat Hair sounded adequate because holy shit, if I didn't have a face mask this place would have given me the worst case of tuberculosis. This place was no heaven, if you were expecting that since it was just cats and their irritating faces. It was cat shit, cat hair and the smell could kill me if it wanted to. And don't get me started with the summoning bells.
Jingle Jingle.
I clenched box of whatever it was was inside the damn thing, my nails digging into the wood as I gave a tight lipped smile to no one in particular as I felt a tug towards whoever rang that atrocious ninja tool while my translator ears fidgeted, making me even more irritable. I felt my eye twitch when my first day was done, only filled with manual labor, running around and doing absolutely nothing for my ninja skills except for the occasional 'locate this chakra signature' game with my Byakugan in the dark, stinky ass warehouse.
Good times.
Anyway, back to eye twitching. Ah yes, Soma. He gave me a pat in the head, two bags and a scroll.
B-Rank.
In Sora-ku, please Nekomata to at least hear out the negotiation team in Konoha. Duration: 1 Month
Hyūga Tokina- Genin (6)
Yamanaka Taizo- Chunin (11)
I stared dumbfounded at the piece of paper on my hands before throwing it at the Yamanaka who was at proximity. They're fucking paying me to stay. How desperate are they to win the damn war?! I lay down on my sorry excuse for my bed and groaned loudly. D-Rank shit, no books, manual labor and cats that are becoming less and less cute by the minute.
Why though?
First week? Nothing happened. Like, absolutely nothing. Eiji made me deliver all kinds of shit in the middle of the night with nothing but yet another ninja tool which looked suspiciously like goggles with kanji that had "sight" in it. "Just channel your chakra on it and it'll slowly inject chakra to adjust your dōjutsu for places with little to no light, nya. It'll help with deliveries when the fish oil lamps are extinguished every 11pm." He explained with that cat like smirk that made me want to punch him in the face even though he was giving me a tool that would help with my otherwise boring dōjutsu.
Well, that was kind of impressive.
You know what was also impressive?
My bitching.
I made Taizo my personal Jyūken dummy when I was angry and not wanting to sharpen my already too-sharp-for-a-genin chakra control. I wasn't any good with Jyūken as Neji but I knew my way around it. Besides, not hitting the tenketsu point results in a world of pain anyway; so it was a really good stress reliever despite it being violent. He was kind of guilty, he apologized one day but I wasn't hearing it. I could be eating with Rin or Obito or both without the smell of shit and fur.
Christ, if I saw another cat when I'm back in Konoha, it would be too soon.
"I said I was sorry!" He said through the barrage of jabs. My fingers hurt but I was trying to learn. Besides, I could barely do a successful 16 palms, much less a 32 since a certain Sannin blocked what my sad attempt to close his tenketsu points that would render his chakra systems useless. He was a convenient set of chakra systems I could use that wasn't miniature or irritating to look at. He was irritating to look at but nothing could beat a cat grin. It was so…puntable.
So that was nice, as well as night vision training for my Byakugan. Just channel your chakra and take the strange things all in. It was all in all, pretty easy.
Except for the fact that I cannot see anything with these two big ass chakra signatures in front of my fucking field of vision which was a downside to the whole you won't need lights anymore idea. That was the same week where I started appreciating the cats and all their really smart ninja tools. Night vision goggles (DIY by the way) Summoning Bells and an Auto Translator headset. The scientists in my former country-slash-world would kill for that kind of technology! But how do they even make these kinds of shit? They don't even have thumbs! This is beyond unfair.
You know what else is unfair?
Me staying here,
But by all means, don't let me stop you from whatever your doing.
With only D-Rank missions and "dōjutsu training", beating Taizo up, food was becoming scarcer in the fridge Soma installed for me (still want to have his head in Nekomata's gross mouth, though.). I told this to Eiji who shrugged and walked away uncaringly. The internet was right. Cats were beyond heartless. I dumped another wooden box that my Byakugan told me was filled with weapons into the pile of other boxes, my nose picking a scent through the others which was mostly fish, cat hair and metals.
Chicken,
Not just any chicken.
Grilled chicken,
I concealed my grumbling stomach and broke out in a sprint, running through the other cats with ease because if you weren't adjusted to their size, they would scratch your leg to hell and back. I eyed the cat standing on its hind legs which I couldn't help but remember a certain monster hunting RPG with those very features in, openly grilling dark brown chicken, holding a spatula and a chef's hat on its head (with the kanji of truth in the front, no suprised there). I reached for my wallet and pursed my lips.
That was way too light.
My stomach grumbled in desperate need and want.
"Yeah, yeah, calm down..." I eyed the chicken with desire; the cat seemed to not notice the girl who was staring down the dead bird like it was a matter of life and death. For the first time in forever, I manually summoned a part of Akinosuke who usually accompanied me everywhere. "I don't like the atmosphere" he reasoned the day I summoned him when I was feeling lonely and wanting to strengthen my control and focus over my genjutsu. The butterflies fluttered sadly when it saw the gray concrete and the ghetto looking atmosphere.
"Tokina-san?" A butterfly fluttered next to me.
"Can you subtly put that cat in genjutsu? Make sure it doesn't notice me?" I asked of my summon. With no further questions asked, the butterfly fluttered on top of the cat's head in the part that wasn't covered in the chief's hat. I got out a bandage from my kit, did a Camouflage jutsu and wrapped three pieces of the delicious meet when the cat's eyes diluted when Akinosuke landed.
"Yes!" I cheered silently through the rooftop as I ran to my apartment.
So yeah, that was the story of I, a member of a noble clan of Konoha, was reduced to a thief doing manual labor in one week. Not my proudest weak but damn did that cat know how to make chicken. The Hyūga Clan is the strongest clan in the lead village? Pfff, Byakugan can't even see in the damn dark. Thank God for this ninja tool, giving me night vision. I would not appreciate tears and scratches in my Kimono pants in the inevitable time I would step on a cat tail. So that was my first week. Manual labor (and some interaction with Nekobaa but whatever) and getting the gist of things in Sora-ku. Oh and me getting desensitized by the cuteness of cats being replaced by a strong resentment and wanting to skin them alive with a dirty kunai.
Now if it were Ninja Pomeranians however...
The world would be too good for them.
Anyway, my second week (or towards the end of it anyway) Taizo finally gave me something worthwhile to do while I waited.
Cat taijutsu.
That required claws.
The problem?
I don't have claws.
What did I do?
Tape fucking senbon and making a make shift senbon glove.
Taizo looked mildly impressed wearing his nails like weapons though. You don't see a ninja with senbons taped to their fingers every day. Of course it wouldn't be permanent; I had to make a workaround because long nails gross me out. I'll keep them sharp of course, but of it looks too long that makes it borderline disgusting then off to the mail cutter with you. The Hyūga specialized in expelling chakra out of every tenketsu point in the body and making mini chakra scalpels to pierce and expel chakra out of said tenketsu points. Gentle Fist was also really fast based taijutsu as well as the Fierce Claws style, involving dodging, slashing and so much acrobatics that could make an Olympic Level Acrobat cry.
It made me want to cry but I don't think anyone wants to know why.
Let's just summarize the moment by stating that Cats are really flexible. Like so flexible you think their fucking liquid. I, a 6 year old girl, am not flexible. I was normally a lazy bum and still kind of am. So what did Taizo make me do? Intense Yoga.
Really intense,
At least I had something to do other than the normal boring shit, right?
Even though I predict that I am never going to find a situation where in I will need to tape senbons on my fingertips or doing any Cat taijutsu moves that is better than Hyūga's really painful Jyūken.
Anyway, back to the Fierce Claws style. So me, in the span of another week, focused on the yoga and not the Fierce Claws.
Of course I didn't master the Fierce Claws style in a span of one month like all the other things given to me like Jyūken, Mangyekō Illusions and Medical-Ninjutsu but by combining two things it could lessen the stress of learning both anyway. Hell, I know I wouldn't get very far with the Jyūken because I was a Branch Member. If it wasn't for my knowledge of how some jutsus work (Deadly 64 and Roatation) I wouldn't even know they existed. The only Jyūken techniques I knew which were taught to me by legitimate means and not stalking and foreknowledge were Vacuum Palm and Palm Bottom, both requiring speed a five year old could barely have.
That is when my quest for my own fighting style began since I sucked at my current one. Because genjutsu CANNOT kill and it was shitty self defense despite my love for it.
While thinking about it, I walked out from Sora-ku and stretched. Being confined didn't fare good for me. I wasn't claustrophobic but freedom was a big thing for me. I stared at the sky with a longing gaze, waiting for a stroke of inspiration.
I didn't get a stroke of inspiration.
Instead I got an ANBU by my side.
I activated my Byakugan reflexively and readied my Jyūken stance.
"Who are you?" I bit out at the stared Bird Masked ANBU. He cocked his head.
"Danzō-sama wishes for you." His cold and emotionless voice ordered and not informed.
Oh hell no.
"I'm currently in a mission." I reasoned and slowly inched away backward.
"I don't care, brat. What Danzō-sama wants Danzō-sama gets."
With speed I could not counter but foresaw when he channeled a lot of chakra in his arms and hands, he grabbed my arm. I flailed around, trying for an impromptu genjutsu when I noticed a familiar set of Chakra.
"TAIZO! DO SOMETHING!"
"Wha-" he said before letting go. He unmasked himself, revealing a burly man with a surprised expression. I blinked and backed away immediately despite him unmasking himself. I blinked and stopped myself from face-palming. Sometimes, which wasn't my fault since Taizo was such an obnoxious and spiteful brat, I forget he was part of one of the prosperous clans of Konoha known for their Mind Body Transfer jutsu. He began throwing his massive amount of weapons away as I inched further away from him and stopped when I reached his unconscious body. He gave me a glance.
"This man has too many weapons." Taizo-Bird complained as he threw the last dull looking tantō.
I blinked up at him. "Thanks..." He dipped his head with a smile that looked wrong at the ROOT member.
"What does ANBU of all things want with you?"
Oh, it seems he didn't hear the whole Danzō bit.
"I don't know. Hold on, let me just ready a genjutsu to throw on this guy."
After a quick summon from Akinosuke who encased Taizo-Bird easily. Taizo went back to his original body as Akinosuke encased the ROOT agent quickly. Why would ROOT want me? I wasn't anything special. Okay, so I was a Hyūga with butterfly summons who graduated early and had the legendary Orochimaru, one of the Sannin to teach me his ways...
Oh shit.
Fuck.
Me.
Okay, calm down, Tokina. First things first, take care of current situation. "Akinouke-san, get information from him then after that..."
Taizo walked near me and gave the ANBU (as far as he knew) a weird look which he gave me.
"Do whatever you want with him."
"Very well," The butterfly king said through the mouthpiece that was another monarch butterfly.
We walked back to Sora-ku in relative and tense silence, an unanswered obviously hanging in the air.
"Is there something you aren't telling me?" Taizo raised an eyebrow. I sighed at the boy that got me into this situation and got me out. I shrugged.
"Honestly? I don't know."
The following days were a blur of tenseness and paranoia. But that was kind of a wakeup call; a wakeup call that kept me up all night because a legal organization is trying to get a hold of me. I couldn't just go up to the Uchiha Police and hope for the best this time. This involved politics that was way over my knowledge as an undergrad of PoliSci. I needed to get stronger. If fucking DANZŌ was coming for my ass for some fucking reason then goddammit I need to protect myself. I didn't worry about the probably dead ROOT member, which was kind of a good sign for me in the worst way. ROOT members wouldn't be remembered which was sad hut a plus from me. I only had about two weeks left.
Two weeks to prepare for the ROOT infestation.
So I did what I had to do.
"Hey, Taizo, can we practice something else other than taijutsu." I asked the Yamanaka standing before me, his 'truth' forehead protector tilting to the side. He scowled before putting it back in its place.
After the whole saving my ass bit I started mellowing out my grudge. I mean, who wouldn't when they saved you from imminent death from ROOT and possibly Danzō and stopped a future that involved me being abused as they slowly turned me into a robot.
Emotionless enough that would prevent me from killing myself.
That, in turn, was another whole can of worms I am not willing to open with a 5 inch can opener.
"I thought you didn't know ninjutsu other than summoning jutsu." He raised an eyebrow since that was literally the only ninjutsu I knew aside from Camoflauge (if that counted as ninjutsu) and the academy 3.
I was still inept with elemental transformations so I had to make do with what I have.
Even if it means accepting death because someone else's really bad reputation. Someone who would probably do something much crueler than erase my emotions and make me do things an ANBU member wouldn't even dream of.
"I want to practice...that. Summoning jutsu."
He raised his other eyebrow.
I sighed and bit my thumb and did the hand seals, slamming my hand on the ground as black ink watered over the concrete. I did this before with Akinosuke so I knew a thing or two about summoning jutsu. He gaped at the summon that appeared.
A small, sharp scaled two headed Khaki (yes, yes, the humor of God-sama is unparalleled) rattle snake appeared from the ink.
It hissed, the two heads gazing both of us with equal malice.
"What do you want?" It hissed.
"No way," Taizo gaped.
Well, I had to defend myself. Genjutsu can only do so much and what happens when my arms get restricted. I am too far sick of getting into hold-up situation.
Besides, Snake-shishou would probably want me to do this anyway. Whatever, anything was better than fucking Danzō. Maybe I could manipulate Orochimaru to NOT deal with him and make killing the War Hawk all the more easier.
"Poison Mist!" Akane called out to her husband before she inhaled and exhaled massive amounts of purple gas while Tomokazu lifted his face mask that had a seal that would filter the gas, a sign that the Medic-nin was getting desperate. Tomokazu nodded an affirmation and began distracting the Iwa-nin who found them out. A whole squadron! Just for the two Hyūgas! He felt really special.
"It's the end of you, Konoha Scum!"
If it wasn't so life threatening, he would have been flattered. With his Byakugan that could see 80 Kilometers with ease, track individual opponents by their chakra color, he threw many ninja inside the dome of purple numbing gas that was as big as their house back in Konoha, all the mirrors reflecting a black haired fair maiden with a sullen look embedded in her porcelain face with one eye in her left bulging with veins, a perfect white accompanied by a lavender.
She was getting really desperate if she was willing to step into the frontlines and break all the rules that the Medic-Sannin formed which the Hyūga female honored and respected throughout her career as a field medic. Tomokazu readied the large scroll behind his back and unsealed the fūma shuriken while the nin where distracted like idiots. He could hear one muttering a "What the hell?"
It wasn't his fault that those were that no-face's last words when he tore him down. The Iwa nin screeched in pain as he impaled the poor man with one of the blades of his oversized shuriken, causing the rest to snap back to attention. Akane's reflections tensed with her poison tipped senbon.
She maneuvered inside the ball of gas she made and contained with Wind Release, expelling chakra from every single tenketsu point to boost her speed and protect her from her own numbing poison as she stabbed, cut and beheaded random speed that was a step down from the Yellow Flash, one of the good things to come out of her being a Branch Family. She could care less about the whole you are born and destined to be servant's logic that the Main Family imposed on them. The field medic always thought that any Hyūga that was worth their salt shouldn't listen to a word to what the Main Branch's arrogant musings. It was so…demeaning.
The Cold Hearted, One-Eyes Beauty and Tomokazu of the Byakugan. The guy smirked at one of the reflections of his wife. Ah, how much he didn't miss the adrenaline flowing in his body but whatever keeps him alive. With his famous Byakugan that was renown throughout all the nations, he jumped and caught his Fūma Shuriken (boomerang of death by his daughter) effectively dodging the sad sods that thought he left his guard down.
He could tell with his dōjutsu which was famous even throughout the Main Family for being the clearest eyes that his wife was finally showing her true speed, jumping in and out of the giant purple gas cloud that she maintained through means he did not know, throwing senbons in and out, with chakra scalpels that, if combined with Jyūken, would be a sure kill if they let her close. The boys under him immediately got the taste of Akane's special chakra poison when the poison seeped near him. Stepping over their bodies, Toumukazu threw his fūma shuriken again, injuring everything that got caught in its enhanced wind chakra infused blades. He drew the two tantōs on his belt and immediately went to work.
The Main House was so close-minded thinking that Jyūken was the epitome of the Byakugan's power. It is powerful but calling it the best thing that came out of their eyes was the most stupid thing he ever heard. The fact that Akane used it for precision aim and Toumukazu abusing it's near 360 degree visions for Shurikenjutsu and Kenjutsu multi-tasking shows that the Byakugan was a tool for the creative and open-minded.
Which was everything the Main House isn't.
Connecting his tantō's hilts with chakra strings, he threw them on two more Iwa-nins, stabbing them. He caught his Fūma Shuriken and threw it again immediately, slicing two or three Iwa-nins in the process when it made its rotation. With a flick of a wrist, he got back his tantōs and sliced the other Iwa-nin who seemed to be slowing down by the second.
Unknown to Tomokazu, his wife was working on overdrive, piercing, throwng and slashing every single Iwa-nin who thinks they can cast any jutsu on her watch. Ducking from Tomo's Fūma Shuriken, the field medic that recently went against all her teachings as an honored medic stabbed a man who was weaving seals in his spine (with the help of her one Byakugan, of course), leaving the man spluttering as she left the senbon and poison to do all the work for her as she returned to another inside the gas cloud she formed and maintained, repeating the process in break neck speed. The amount of discrimination and teasing she got from the other clan members for her having just one Byakugan couldn't help but make her irritated till this day. She strived to make herself a better woman, unlike her mother who looked down on her like she was a pig because of her one eye even though the bitch didn't even have a Byakugan eye to begin with! She worked tirelessly to perfect her chakra control, using the one eye her clan members loved to tease to pin point what was wrong with her patients (or enemies if the time called for it). She used her knowledge of medical-ninjutsu and combined it with her Byakugan and her knowledge of chakra to invent and worsen her poisons.
So her life was pretty good despite being a child of her single parent dad since she couldn't exactly call that sorry excuse of a woman her mother despite knowing her situation. It wasn't her fault that her Byakugan-less mother chose to dishonor herself and flee the village in hopes that some rumored rich man will take her in as his mistress.
That was when she made a reputation for herself as the Cold Hearted, One-Eyed Beauty. It was a flurry of people dying as patients and enemies alike. It was so bad that she was becoming indifferent in it all, being a survivor of the Second and participating in the Third Great Shinobi War. She needed to visit a Yamanaka really bad but thanks to her hectic work load; she didn't have the chance to unload all her problems on a professional. She wasn't as selfish as to say everything to her dad, the man who worked hard to mold her into the fine medic-ninja that she is today. She kept everything inside a tight knit ball.
That was until Tomokazu came into her life with that smug grin of his and that Fūma shuriken he always carried behind his back, thinking it was a fashion statement and a challenge to Uchiha's who were naturally gifted in the art of Shurikenjutsu.
That was also when her lovely Tokina came into her life.
Her life's light is going to get brighter and brighter after this mission, a baby Tokuma coming soon into this world.
She canceled her jutsu when approximately 27 nin lie in pools of blood and metal. "Shit." Tomokazu muttered appropriately cursed as they looked into the horizon as thirty more nin ran through the valley towards them. He held Akane's hand who was borderline chakra exhausted. She didn't want to use a soldier pill as it might affect their child she was currently carrying.
"This is entirely your fault." She muttered to her husband, clutching the pill..
"How is it my fault?!" He screeched, undignified.
"I told you to use the birth control since I was out of pills." She huffed.
"Oh, I thought about the whole situation." He sighed, relief in his face. "It was kind of worth it, huh?" He waggled his eyebrows, eliciting a snort despite thirty or more ninjas coming to them.
A snake slithered between them and with a puff of smoke, a famed pale man in a Konoha green chunin vest appeared.
"Sannin-san? How-"
"Never mind that," His voice rasped. "With the path your taking, I suggest going to Kiri. We have tense but otherwise peaceful affiliations with them. Any other civilian village nearby may attract unwanted attention"
"But Sannin-san-"
"Don't you want to see your daughter again?" He turned to them, the wave of ninjas visible now. They both tensed.
How did he...?
"She's my apprentice, and I must say, she does not disappoint. If you want to see how strong she is, you'd best follow my advice and lick your wounds in Kiri, Hyūga." Akane pulled a reluctant Tomokazu away from the fray despite the man wanting to question the great Sannin how they met and how she was doing. They're both going to go back to their child. They both have plans for her and they're going to survive this.
Akane will make sure of it.
AN.
To make up for it, I combined what was originally 2 chapters so have that. A lot happened in this chapter, huh? I really don't know what to end here so enjoy life. :)
(I'M STILL RUNNING OUT OF WITTY TITLES)