Kakashi's eye twitched at the silence. The only thing he could hear were his purposefully loud foot falls. The seals in this area cut off sound so thoroughly from anything else in the building and it was… unnerving to say the least. He glanced around at the blank, reinforced concrete décor and tried not to picture the walls closing in on him. Pacing helped, so he strode back and forth in the dull, gray hallway like the wolf many of his peers equated him to.
Just… why?! He'd only barely escaped this place not hours before and yet he found himself back here in T & I. He wanted to scream at the universe for the irony of the situation, but forced himself to remain as calm as he could. Acting unhinged here would be counterproductive to say the least. If he wanted to obtain his goals, then he needed to look stable (no matter the truth). And he would obtain his goals. He needed to know why this unknown entity had approached his team. The options never looked good when anyone unauthorized approached newly-graduated genin, but his team in particular offered even more nefarious reasons than normal.
They'd confirmed this "Indra" didn't have a henge going, or any other genjutsu they could detect, and the basic medical scan didn't find the usual markers of facial surgery… although, in truth, that didn't really mean a whole lot, just that he could have approached a very good, professional reconstructive surgeon. Still, it was worth noting.
The active doujutsu worried him, given it had tomoe like the Sharingan (though far more than should be possible). Could this intruder have gotten a Sharingan from somewhere and merged or changed it somehow? (What an utterly terrifying thought.) Or, perhaps a missing Uchiha that someone tried to breed? But if so, then the child had ended up with a failed mutation… Which, was honestly lucky for him. Hyuuga and Uchiha had tried to reproduce before, of course, with… disastrous results. The children of such unions tended to take after one or the other parent, but if said child was unlucky enough to inherit both… the babies didn't usually last long. That kind of chakra could eat a person alive from the inside (and had killed many mothers before said child was born, let alone the children). So even a failed mutation could be ground-breaking, no matter how useful or useless said mutation was.
Kakashi couldn't specify which option alarmed him more.
Because of this and similar ideas from T & I, they had the new prisoner on more than four times the chakra suppressors, two on his lone wrist, two on each ankle, one around each shoulder and one more to cover that active doujutsu. The former ANBU hoped that would be enough.
They'd already sent someone to the Hokage about that doujutsu, maybe the Professor could identify it and specify precautions? Like any form of Genjutsu—
Kakashi paused. A Sharingan-esque doujutsu, had been active in the village for an unknown number of days… could he have been the one to attack Shimura Danzo? Actually… he found that likely at first glance.
He… wasn't entirely sure what to think about that. Part of him wanted to thank whoever had attacked that monster, but this 'Indra' was still a very powerful, unknown ninja who had approached a teacherless genin team with immense potential but almost no experience… Not to mention, the last Uchiha, the Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi, and the top academic kunoichi of their class had made up said team. They'd been under the influence of this unknown ninja while Kakashi had been sequestered in T & I.
Yet more reasons to loathe this place.
But if this Indra had been the one to attack Danzo, which had put suspicion on anyone with a Sharingan in the village, it would have been easy to extrapolate how that should have certainly gotten Kakashi out of the way for at least a couple of days, which it had. Had the man set this whole thing up just to get to his team?
The former ANBU's paranoia-induced thoughts kept piling up, creating a sort of feedback loop as his mind circled around the possibilities and implications regarding the situation. He could feel it building and had just paused to… do something (he wasn't entirely sure what, but it probably wouldn't be helpful to the structure of the building), right as Yamanaka Inoichi walked over, likely saving both of them a great deal of time and effort.
"Calm down Hatake-san. I'll get the information we need, I promise."
Kakashi frowned, even though the expression didn't translate well through his mask. He knew Inoichi was good at his job—very good—and yet… "I should go in with you. I could help."
Inoichi raised an eyebrow, "I know you've been trained in this, but you are far too agitated right now, as well as too close to the situation, Hatake-san. While you are good at information gathering, it has been years since you went through basic interrogation instruction. Don't worry. You can leave this to me."
The silver haired jounin looked the older man in the eye, "And if he puts you under a genjutsu?"
The blond's expression fell flat. "If he can get me through all of those chakra suppressors, what are the odds that he'll ensnare you too?"
"Low. I have a Sharingan."
Inoichi sighed. "That you're willing to keep up the entire interrogation session? After you've just gotten out of suppressors yourself?"
Kakashi would not be deterred. "I can turn it on intermittently. And because of my Sharingan, I remember the training verbatim."
"With your agitation, you're more likely to give information away than to be of any real help," the Yamanaka head explained patiently. "Which you should know if you have your training memorized as you say." He shot the man a dry look.
The former ANBU didn't back down for a second. "I do remember. Which is why I can counter it. You know I can keep my emotions in check if I so wish." If he so needed… and he did need to here.
Inoichi's expression didn't change. "Like when you tore through the chakra suppressors, half the ANBU on guard (thankfully not fatally), and my favorite sleeveless haori?"
Kakashi blinked, then his eyes narrowed. "That was a… unique situation." His tone held no small amount of accusation. They'd been talking about known triggers after all.
"And this isn't?" the interrogation specialist returned immediately, unfazed.
"Of course it is. Which is just another reason to let me go with you."
The blond reached up and kneaded the side of his head. "I don't think we're having the same conversation, Kakashi."
He was losing the man… and that would not do.
So he pulled the last card he was willing to play. Perhaps a bit early, but there was such a thing as pushing too hard. So he softened his voice and let some of the tiredness show. "I need to know what happened to my students, Inoichi. Please." Because he never asked and he knew the man would pick up on it.
He did. The way he paused and then looked blankly at the Copy Nin, as if studying him, said as much. Then he let out a sigh and Kakashi knew he'd won.
"Very well. But I'm only doing this because I know that it will be the only thing to put your mind at ease right now, and since you are my patient as well, I will allow it." Kakashi didn't cringe, but it was a near thing. Inoichi continued."However, the moment I tell you to leave, you will not ask, you will not hesitate, you will do as instructed. And you must also ask me before you ask any questions, understand? Failure to do so will put you right back in here as a break risk." Meaning he would be labeled as potentially having a mental break of some kind and be a danger to a mission.
He really hated dealing with people who had actual threats to hold over him.
Still, this meant that he'd succeeded. He would be going into the interrogation room. Kakashi didn't show his triumph except to allow his face to relax marginally as he nodded. "Hai, Yamanaka-san." Just to show he'd accepted that as an order from a superior.
Thankfully it was enough as the man just sighed again, shook his head and walked past the Copy Nin. "Follow me."
Kakashi did.
xXx
There were… many downsides to being an interrogator, but one in particular that struck Inoichi every time he walked into the enemy detention area was the decor. Dull, cement gray with doors painted to match were supposed to give the prisoners a sense of hopelessness and a lack of distraction. It could get to interrogators too, though. Being in a boring, depressing room for hours on end could put a damper on anyone's mood, no matter how skilled and trained they were. Having to do so for days in a row could break interrogators just as much if not more so than prisoners.
It was one reason Inoichi embraced flowers and growing in his spare time.
As such, the Yamanaka head was not looking forward to the upcoming session. He had a sixth sense developed from his years of experience. He knew when someone would be hard to break. The utter calm on 'Indra's' face when they walked into the otherwise blank room only confirmed it.
He didn't sigh. That would start this off on a bad foot. No, instead he steadily marched to sit behind the table (bolted to the ground and made of metal so no one could jutsu their way out of it with an earth affinity) and nodded for Kakashi to go and stand behind and to the left of the man, so he could stop any break for the door.
Said door clanged shut with a solid finality, but the man's eyes remained closed. He didn't so much as flinch.
The two newcomers exchanged silent glances before returning their full attention to the prisoner.
"Name?" Inoichi asked, deciding to get right to the point.
The man didn't answer.
Inoichi swore silently.
"What is your name?" he asked again, a little louder, but the man still didn't respond.
Inoichi frowned. He hadn't wanted to resort to more… trying methods so soon. Some people enjoyed torturing others (hello, Anko), but the Yamanaka head was not one of them. Then a movement from Kakashi caught his eye and he turned his attention to the man. He was pointing to himself silently, his one visible eyebrow raised in question.
So… he wanted to try something? Inoichi's frown deepened. He didn't like that Kakashi wanted to talk so soon, not to mention the look on his face promised unpleasantness, but he had followed his orders and the rules set out for him… Eventually the blond decided he'd allow it. Inoichi did pretty well at playing the good cop anyway. So he nodded.
The silver-haired man took a breath and closed his eyes. Then he straightened and Inoichi saw the lazy Jounin mask he'd been trying to maintain (poorly) since they caught the intruder fall away, leaving behind the ANBU captain he used to be.
"Shinobi! Name! Rank!" he barked. It wasn't loud, but it was demanding, with absolutely no question in his voice.
To his surprise, the dark-haired man tied in the chair opened his single visible eye and looked almost lazily up at Kakashi. It… felt like watching someone looking in a mirror to be honest. He had the mannerisms down pat.
(Inoichi couldn't wait for the results of the DNA test…)
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" the younger man asked.
Neither ninja seemed to know what to say to that. Kakashi looked more shocked than Inoichi felt, but watching the boy with the chakra-supressing headband over one eye look lazily up at the man who had practically trademarked the trait of laziness was… surreal.
Then he had to consciously force himself to not burst into laughter. No, no. Think of Gai training… yeah. That worked.
A little too well, actually.
Inoichi caught a glance from Kakashi again—more asking permission—and tapped his desk chair three times softly, granting the silent request.
"You think this is funny?" the former ANBU captain asked quietly.
To Inoichi's surprise, the man seemed to think about that, then smiled so large his eye squinted closed, and nodded. "Yes."
"And once I start breaking your fingers?" Kakashi asked, returning the eye-smile with a generous amount of killing intent to go with it.
'Indra' wasn't even phased. He looked down at his left arm… or the lack thereof. "I've had worse. The most recent war was… difficult." Truth. The way his eyes faded a little into something haunted was extremely difficult to fake.
"War?"
Indra nodded, expression open (for an Uchiha). "I fought beside Senju Hashirama and Tobirama, as well as Minato Namikaze."
"That's not possible," Kakashi said, deadpan. Inoichi agreed. He was just using their kage against them… even if his body language still screamed he was telling the truth.
Inoichi decided he didn't want to get into violence and torture yet (too early in the morning) and leaned into the good cop role. "Really? Who did you fight?"
Indra blinked several times, apparently not expecting someone to humor him. Good. That meant he was off kilter.
"A giant plant monster that the Sage of Six Path's mother brought from space and planted. We had to fight her too. Through dimensions." He turned to Kakashi. "Avoid the lava dimension. Acid rain is easier to survive in my opinion."
What?
Okay, maybe they'd let him go too far. And this was getting out of hand too fast. The more experienced interrogator decided to put a stop to that and smiled gently.
"That's an interesting story, but we need your name and rank, please, Shinobi-san," Inoichi said, smiling warmly.
The man turned his dark eye onto the Yamanaka, seemed to regard him for a moment, then shrugged (it was a small movement, but still most likely a shrug…)
"Uchiha Sasuke."
Both of the light-haired ninja blinked because… what?
Great. This would probably end in that torture session he really didn't want to perform today. Still, he wrote down said information and gestured for Kakashi to continue questioning.
"Rank."
The Uchiha sighed, as if put upon. "Jounin."
"Are you a ninja of Konoha?" Kakashi asked shortly.
For several long seconds, the dark-haired man studied his interrogator in silence before nodding slowly. "Yes."
"Registration number."
The man smirked and then listed off a number.
More silence fell.
"That number is already taken. By someone other than you," Kakashi said dryly.
"Indra" shrugged (?) again. "That was the registration number given to me when I became a shinobi."
Inoichi noted the body language and had to struggle not to frown again because… according to what he could see, the man was still telling the truth.
He was really good. Inoichi made a mental note to sneak in a control question.
"You know the shinobi in question?" he decided to ask Kakashi instead.
The silver-haired man's eyes darted to him and then back to the prisoner before nodding.
"It belongs to Uchiha Sasuke," Indra said with that (extremely creepy) smile.
It didn't take long for Inoichi to realize what he meant. He glanced at Kakashi, who signed behind his back and out of sight of the prisoner that the information was, indeed, correct.
"I wouldn't know," the blond said, deciding to play dumb. It also fit with the more innocent, 'good cop' persona. "I don't memorize all the registration numbers of Konoha nin." True enough. Genin were just too numerous to keep track of. Especially fresh genin. After a moment, he leaned forward in curiosity. "But let's say that was the case, for argument's sake. Uchiha Sasuke is a newly graduated genin barely into double digits age-wise. So how can you be Uchiha Sasuke?"
He expected the man to say the child had been named after him or something along those lines.
What he got was an even wider creepy smile as the man said: "Time Travel."
What.
It took Inoichi several seconds to realize he'd actually heard that and then glanced at Kakashi, who already had his Sharingan spinning. He signed again. No genjutsu.
Well… the senior interrogator supposed that at least had the benefit of not having been tried before.
"From the past or the future?" Kakashi asked after getting permission, looking thoroughly done. "You spoke of our past Hokages, but are claiming you're Uchiha Sasuke, but fifteen years older?"
"Twenty, actually." Inoichi just sat in silence, observing their prisoner as Kakashi glared. After a moment, 'Sasuke' sighed and glanced at the lead interrogator. "You took a DNA sample," he went on nonchalantly—as if he weren't sitting in an interrogation room facing possible torture…
He was either very good, or speaking the truth. Or, well, what he perceived as the truth. He could be utterly insane and would not be the first shinobi who had a break with reality, intentional or not.
Inoichi and Kakashi exchanged glances. They needed more.
"Could you elaborate… Uchiha-san?" the blond asked with what he hoped was not a forced smile. He also decided to humor the man with the name for now as it would help him trust them more. (Theoretically.)
"To be fair, it was an accident," 'Sasuke' said in a tone Inoichi thought was supposed to be bright but just came off as sadistic. Even that seemed fake though. This man… was obviously not used to smiling. (Which… did fit Uchiha Sasuke…)
"An… accident?" the older interrogator asked slowly.
"It happens with dojutsu more often than clans will admit." Well, that tone sounded true enough (although he still couldn't take the man at his word). "Though rarely by choice as it's… unpredictable at best and has a heavy resource cost."
"So… Byakugan and Sharingan users can, theoretically, travel in time if they have enough… resources?"
Indra nodded. "And Rinnegan users. It isn't easy to do, per se (not usually), but certainly possible."
Inoichi wasn't entirely sure he wanted to figure out the logistics and possibilities surrounding that. Not right now. He'd also have to talk to the Hyuuga to confirm that, so he focused on something else.
"Rinnegan?"
'Sasuke' nodded again (such a small movement, he didn't lend himself to large gestures—much like many older Uchiha he'd known…). "The dojutsu in my left eye. Under… certain circumstances, a Sharingan user can awaken their Rinnegan."
Well, he certainly didn't seem to have any reservation in giving them information… if they weren't getting a load of bull every time the man opened his mouth, in any case.
"So this isn't a separate dojutsu like the Byakugan?" Inoichi asked.
Indra looked thoughtful at that. "Yes and no. It is, theoretically, easier for a Sharingan user to awaken a Rinnegan, but one can be born with the Rinnegan as well—outside of the Uchiha even—although it is extremely rare."
"Awakening the Rinnegan or being born with it?" the blond probed.
"Both."
Kakashi signed that he wanted to ask a question and Inoichi gave the appropriate signal to allow him to do so.
"What techniques does this Rinnegan grant?" the silver-haired man asked in an impressively steady voice.
Indra cocked his head to one side, thinking for a moment. "I don't have all abilities of any Rinnegan user, but I can see the chakra-flow within the body—not like a Byakugan as that was described to me, and I cannot see through barriers or solid objects—but it is similar. It allows easy manipulation of all five nature transformations and grants the Six Paths Technique.
"The Six Paths Technique allows for different abilities from attracting and repelling objects to controlling multiple summons at once to absorbing any and all chakra I come in contact with. I can also shift spaces within a certain area near me and open portals to other dimensions. That's how I came to be here, actually."
Inoichi and Kakashi were staring at him again in pure disbelief because… seriously? That kind of power was… nigh inconceivable. And why did he get the sense that they were only scratching the surface? (And again, he was getting no indication—even factoring in that he was obviously a trained ninja—that the prisoner was lying. What?!)
"Is… that on top of what a Sharingan can do?" the older interrogator asked.
"For me, yes, because I have a mature, evolved Sharingan."
"Evolved?"
"It's called a Mangekyou Sharingan and you can only attain it through watching one of your closest people die—usually by being involved in said death somehow."
Wait…. What?!
Kakashi tensed and Inoichi watched as he almost stepped back, but didn't. Also, for the first time, Inoichi saw a flash of pain crawl across Indra's face…
This man was really selling his story… and Inoichi found himself drawn towards buying it.
He needed those DNA results.
And Uchiha Sasuke's too.
Indra must have realized they didn't yet completely believe him because he sighed. "Second hidden pocket in my vest. Kakashi-sensei can channel some chakra into it without springing the trap and it'll reveal it."
Kakashi and Inoichi exchanged glances again and the former ANBU signed for orders. Inoichi thought through it. It could be a trap, but that was not likely… and they'd already stripped him down to his basic ninja outfit so it would just take a moment to go and get it…
Of course, the ninja could just be stalling for time, but they weren't in a war and there wasn't anything truly time-sensitive he could think of that this would involve…
"Kakashi-san, would you go and fetch it," he said with a bright smile.
Kakashi stared at him for several seconds before nodding. Then he calmly strode out of the room, leaving the two of them behind in silence. Inoichi made sure he did not let his guard down. If the man was going to strike, now would be the opportune time. Instead of attacking or trying to escape, though, he just closed his eye and slumped down in the chair a little.
"Why 'Indra'?" he decided to ask.
The man opened his eye and looked at Inoichi questioningly.
"Why did you choose the name 'Indra'?"
He closed his eye again. "Someone told me I was a reincarnation of an 'Indra' that lived centuries ago. It was the first name that came to mind."
Ah.
"If you're from the future, did you know me at all? Or anyone in T&I, really. If you give me some information, I can verify it." A 'good cop' would give him the opportunity. Besides, he was curious as to just how solid this man's story was.
When Indra looked up this time, his expression had blanked. "I… do not know you in the future. In… my universe, there is a war between four and five years from now. Unfortunately, you do not… survive. I hope to change that."
Inoichi's blood ran cold. Another war? One his little girl would have to participate in? One he didn't survive?
Well, he supposed that was an easy way to make a pretty conceivable future, and could have been made up on the spot, but still…
"A war against who?" he asked.
Indra's eye narrowed and he studied the Jounin. Inoichi expected another impossible-to-believe answer. Instead, he got:
"A group of S-ranked missing nin who attack and capture Jinchuuriki in an attempt to extract their bijuu. They succeeded in obtaining most of them before they could be stopped, starting with Suna's one-tailed Jinchuuriki and working upwards from there.
"They have some… surprisingly powerful people on their side, including my brother who was infiltrating them."
Inoichi's breath hitched, but he made sure he didn't show it. He'd been read in on that since it involved Sasuke as his patient… but no one else should know that.
"Your brother?"
"Uchiha Itachi," he said, deadpan.
"Infiltrating?"
Indra cocked his head, looking intrigued. "When he was sent to kill my clan by Shimura Danzo," he practically spit the man's name. Ah, so there was a very good chance he was the one to attack the man, Inoichi thought as the prisoner continued. "He knew he would have to become a missing nin, so he was given the task of infiltrating the Akatsuki."
Inoichi hoped he hadn't paled because if outside people got that information, it could be devastating to Konoha… as in 'may not survive' devastating.
And that's if they lived long enough to go through this war with a 'group of S-ranked missing nins'.
How screwed up was their future? (If Indra could be believed.)
"Is that so?" Inoichi finally asked, making sure to sound interested and surprised (not difficult). "And how did you come to know this?"
Indra scoffed. "He told me when I went to get my revenge on him. It was confirmed by several people and some records later."
"You… killed Itachi?"
The prisoner scoffed. "No. He died of an illness he's been hiding for years when we went all out in that last fight. He wanted me to kill him as punishment for what he did that night… Even though it wasn't his fault." Indra snorted quietly and shook his head sadly. "He was just carrying out orders, but the guilt itself almost killed him."
He trailed off after that, eye distant and unseeing.
Before Inoichi could ask anything else, though, Kakashi walked in with a scroll in his hand and set it on the table in between the interrogator and the prisoner.
"Just as he said. In other pockets, we found storage scrolls for food, more weapons, tents and other camping equipment, more blank storage scrolls, a bag of money and…" he paused and eyed Indra with a puzzled expression, "a box of colored pencils with paper."
'Sasuke' shrugged. "I like to draw."
Kakashi blinked. "Those were… your drawings?"
"This coming from the man who reads porn as a masking and coping mechanism?" the Uchiha shot back. Then he shook his head. "I can't be good at everything. Besides I lost my left hand. I needed to retrain my non-dominant hand somehow."
Before Kakashi could respond, Inoichi held up his hand. "Could I open the scroll?" he asked.
'Sasuke' shook his head. "No. But Kakashi-sensei should be able to."
The two interrogators exchanged glances again, and Inoichi nodded for the former ANBU captain to (carefully) do so.
He did, slowly and only after examining the storage seal (it was an average seal, so he proceeded). A puff of smoke later revealed a book, obviously home-made and well worn. After more glances, Kakashi reached over and opened it.
Then his eye widened.
After a moment, he turned the book to Inoichi, who saw the large picture on the front page. It was a picture of a very ragged group of Konoha ninja. They looked like the current generation's genin but older.
"Is that… Ino?" he asked, picking out the blond girl grinning and showing a peace sign at the camera.
"That was taken after Naruto and I got out of the field hospital," Indra said with what sounded like fond exasperation. "It was a picture of the 'rookie nine' of our year… and team Gai. Only one of that particular group was lost in that war…"
And indeed, Inoichi could see the Hyuuga Heiress, the Inazuka boy, the Aburame boy, Ino, Shikamaru and Chouji, Gai's student with the twin buns in her hair, Gai's mini-me (not so small here…), a blank-faced, dark-haired teen Inoichi didn't know and finally, Sakura behind a bandaged Naruto and Sasuke.
"Both… you and Naruto are missing an arm here…" he pointed out after studying the picture a bit.
"We were both idiots."
That had a finality to it that said he wouldn't elaborate. Inoichi decided to let it slide for now. He had enough to focus on anyway.
The blond turned the page and his face paled again. Because on that page he found a picture of Gai… in a wheelchair. What could put Gai of all people in a wheel chair? Behind him stood Kakashi giving him bunny ears… in kage robes.
How terrible must the future be if they had to pick Hatake Kakashi as a Hokage?!
"Impressive photo doctoring, but I know these are fake as I would never be Hokage," Kakashi stated with forced casualness.
Indra (Sasuke?) chuckled, "Everyone knew you were just keeping the seat warm for Naruto until he finished training enough to take the spot. You did fine as Hokage, Kakashi-sensei."
The silver haired man grunted, "You didn't get my eyes right. I have two regular eyes here."
The bound man shrugged at him. "Madara took your Sharingan eye and Naruto had to use his Six-Path Sage powers to regenerate an eye for you. He did that right after he stopped Gai from dying when he used the Eighth Gate. Naruto couldn't save his foot though and Tsunade was… recovering from her own battle."
Inoichi blinked and rubbed the bridge of his nose. So many claims in just a few sentences that made little sense in reality, but were still theoretically plausible and drew his curiosity as a story. He also still felt this possible time-traveler kept telling the truth, as outlandish as that seemed. He was getting no negative readings indicating lies. Like Kakashi stated, the pictures could just be well doctored fakes… but they were good. Putting this much effort into a cover story would indicate they were after something big… and a Jinchuuriki fit the bill, but still…
Inoichi also had to ask himself what evidence could be provided that could be considered definitive proof either way? What if the DNA results showed a match between the bound man across the table and the newly made genin of Team 7? Would that make him believe?
And just how would they handle that case?
The paperwork alone… He shuddered. Did they even have paperwork for lost time-travelers?
The blond shook his head slightly to dispel that spiral of thought before it could spin out of control. For now he needed to focus on getting what information he could. They could parse out the truths and lies in it later. Maybe with the help of his old teammates and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.
Inoichi grabbed his pen again, and looked steadily at the prisoner. "Okay then, ignoring the Kages you mentioned at the beginning for now, how far into the future do you claim to be from?"
xXx
AN: Don't worry, they will get to those questions, just probably off camera. A couple of people really wanted the whole facade to keep going, but honestly why wouldn't he tell them? The point is to not keep everything a secret, it's to troll people. How better to troll people than with the truth? Because let's be real, the truth is... well, straight out of a Manga. LOL But yeah, it's probably pretty obvious that neither Quathis or I are interrogators. We ask you to be kind in that instance. We did our best.
Next week? We get Hiruzen again. :D We hope you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for the support! Also, thank you to everyone for the WONDERFUL ideas on what Sasuke can say in his trolling. LMHO!
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