I understand why D-ranks drove Naruto out of his gourd. After a few weeks I was close to losing it, the only things that had kept me sane so far were the training sessions with Genma-Sensei. We did training more than I ran D-ranks, and for the record I was right about Taijutsu practice. It was the Hell I had been saved from by reincarnation, just come a few years late. It was through judicious eavesdropping that I found out Genma had been on a Genin team with Might Gai, and it all suddenly made sense. Training would consist of taijutsu until I couldn't stand, then seals and theory work while I regained the ability to hold up my own weight, after that was jutsu. Some days it was switched up and we'd stick one thing completely until I was perfect at it. At least one random day a week I'd show up and be dismissed for a rest day. Those were the days I ran D-ranks.

As a genin I was allowed to take certain missions, team or not. Genma likely didn't realize that apprentices don't get paid for training unless they're apprenticed to an organization or office, like the Hospital or T&I. The moment I made genin I ceased to receive the orphan stipend thing that Naruto, Sasuke, and I had lived off. Sasuke was fine because he could now access most of his clan's' funds as a genin, the rest would follow when he made Chuunin. Naruto would do alright because he was running D-ranks like a man possessed because of Kakashi's strange teaching style. So days when we finished early or didn't meet at all for 'rest' or because Genma had missions, I ran missions of my own, as many as possible. I broke a record with twelve in one day when trying to make rent. Ninja shit is fine, have me kill a guy in his sleep, but keep the financial shit away from me.

On the subject of killing someone, I'd never been tasked to do that, of course. No one under the rank of Jounin or Anbu is ever sent on a straightforward assassination mission. I didn't even get into a position where a real honest-to-ramen-god fight was necessary until my first C-rank. It was well before the much anticipated 'Wave Mission' and I rubbed it in the boys faces just a little bit as I gathered my things. Genma was waiting at the door, having told me to pack with a neutral expression on his face. Even as I was laughing at the boys downtrodden expressions I was mentally breaking down what was going on in my sensei's head.

With one final hug and promise to come back alive I shut the door behind me, leaving the boys in my apartment with the plans for what looked like an elaborate prank targeting a certain white haired sensei spread out across my kitchen table. Clever of them, to leave the evidence in my apartment, which was much more heavily fortified with seals. Not that any of it could keep out Sharingan no Kakashi, but then again he may not think to look there.

When we were out of the building I kept my gaze on my sensei out of the corner of my eye,

"So, why are we going on this mission if you don't want us to?"

He didn't bother asking how I knew, ninjas and all that. Instead he clamped his teeth down a bit harder on the senbon resting there and I winced for the health of his mouth.

"It was a special request for someone who's...worked with me before. I didn't want to drag you into it, but this is the closest we'll get to a no-risk C-rank in a while, so we may as well take advantage of the situation."

"I'm assuming this person is unpleasant?"

"...not quite."

I didn't understand what he meant until we reached the gate, and then I couldn't help but frown.

"Why the fuck would anyone at all need more than one jounin for babysitting duty?"

He lightly smacked the back of my head absently, as per the habit he'd picked up during his time around me. Every time there was a word that didn't jive with him he would swat at me. Sometimes I dodged, other times I didn't bother. Now was one of those times, as I was too distracted by the tall figure in the brilliant green jumpsuit waiting for us at the gate. Might Gai waved at us enthusiastically, the old man standing beside him watching the scene with unmistakable fondness.

We weren't necessarily the socially appropriate distance away before Gai began to shout,

"Genma, how wonderful to see you again! How grand that Moto-san has requested us again for a mission! And your youthful student as well!"

I put together a theory and spit it out immediately, which Genma had actually encouraged. It was a thing we did, he'd put forward a situation and I had less than five seconds to assess and give a solution, a theory at the very least.

"Old man hired the both of you when younger, you got along somehow, and your names where the only one's he knew when he needed to request an escort again."

He half nodded his head,

"Close. Moto-san was the client for my genin teams very first C-rank mission. He wanted to see how far we've come, even if Ebisu wasn't available. He was willing to wait for him to get back into the village, right up until the Hokage mentioned you." I looked up at him sharply as he continued, eyes narrowed, "He was more than thrilled to see the progress of my generation as well as that of the next. We're just lucky he didn't want Gai to bring his entire genin team as well."

"Entire? Did he bring one of them?"

A hand dropped down to ruffle my hair, stopped by the beanie and leaving the garment skewed to hell. I fixed it with a scowl as he laughed,

"As if Gai could pick and choose a favorite to bring out of his genin team."

I snorted, turning it to an unconvincing cough at the last moment.

"Riiiiight, like he wouldn't choose mini-Gai. Then again...might make the Hyuuga jealous, not that he'd admit to feeling such a base emotion I'm sure."

Genma elbowed me,

"Enough of that, what did the Hyuuga brat ever do to you?"

"Dis his cousin. She's such a sweet girl, and he's such an asshole right now."

"Right now? You have a plan?"

"Meh."

He looked like he wanted to give one of his mini-interrogations, but we were entirely too close to the sensei of said problem so he let it go, raising a hand to wave at his old teammate.

"Gai, Moto-san, a pleasure as always. This is Asuka-chan, my little apprentice."

I bowed, more to hide the twitch my face did at the word 'little' than out of respect, coming up smiling genially.

"A pleasure to meet you, Moto-san."

He was old for this world, near seventy at least, Older than the Sannin and the Hokage. Easily one of the oldest people I'd ever seen, wearing flowing traditional robes of a deep blue, his long hair was white and pulled back by a leather band, with tanned skin leathery and wrinkled, though the lines were obviously from laughter and smiles, much like the one he wore currently.

"A pleasure to meet you as well, Asuka-chan. I must say I'm surprised, I don't often hear of kunoichi who manage to land apprenticeships beyond as genjutsu users or medic-nin."

I tilted my head for half a second, the word choice tickling something in the back of my brain, and took a closer look at the man's chakra, letting that phantom limb that controlled my sensing ability stretch. I didn't do it often anymore as I was professionally trained in it and made substantial progress, the stronger it was, in a village as filled with powerhouses as Konoha was it was usually asking for a panic attack.

He'd been a shinobi, and a good one. Most likely he'd retired due to an injury, or just because he got tired of it. I had no doubt he could kick my ass, which only raised more questions on why he needed an escort, though answered how he could have afforded three jounin, now two and a genin.

So I smiled at him, a crooked and genuine one this time.

"Guess I just got lucky."

He nodded sagely,

"A principal part of being a shinobi, luck is."

I decided I liked this particular old guy as we gathered our bags and set out. It wasn't the first time I'd been outside the village walls, we did survival training in the academy as a class, and Genma-sensei had dragged me around for his own version of it. But this was going to be the first time I'd traveled far enough away that I wouldn't be able to feel Naruto's chakra signature if I decided to look for it. That incident with Mizuki had been the closest thing, and even then I'd hung around near enough his apartment that the residual chakra was apparent. .

It was strange, walking along in near silence, just Gai and Genma speaking quietly with Moto-san whenever the mood struck him, with the writhing, roiling mass of chakra that was Konoha fading in the distance. I hadn't thought of it as Konoha being a village comprised of a large amount of those with developed chakra systems, just seeing it as home with a few shinobi running around. But the further we got the more the civilians dropped away and all that was left were a few brilliant dots.

Even half hidden, as he was attempting, Naruto was the last one to fade from my observation. He must be trying to prank Kakashi. I turned my metaphorical eye away from the village, mentally kicking myself, and instead centering my awareness around our group, reaching out in every direction. It was slow going, as much as Moto-san had been a shinobi before he was either incapable of traveling at his former pace, or didn't feel like it. After I had successfully managed to fade into the background I pulled out the book that had been in my equipment pouch when Genma-sensei came to get me. I couldn't read any of the high level sealing shit I was in the middle of because stuff like that doesn't leave the village for security reasons. This was just pure theory on elemental applications of chakra. It had been in the bookstore rather than the library, widely published though notoriously unpopular, and I could see why. Dry enough to make a desert look prosperous.

Reading and walking was cake for any decent academy student, a skill that usually came from cramming for a test on the morning walk to class. I paid half a mind to my surroundings, confident that no one could get a drop on two (three counting Moto-san?) Jounin. But Genma was a better sensor than Gai, and he'd admitted that I outdid him in that area, but that was most likely do to my 'previous life' cheat, not to mention the 'training since birth' mess. Not that he knew about either of those. If I felt anything at the borders of my radar, I'd let them know. Not that I was worried about it, I cut my teeth on tracking Anbu, bandits weren't shit.

Speaking of Anbu, I hadn't been aware Gai had been Anbu, though it was likely I'd known and forgotten about it in this life. His chakra was one that would occasionally shadow Naruto. Not often, just on some days when the signature I knew as Kakashi was gone. It tugged at the heartstrings to know that he'd asked his best friend to watch over his sensei's kid while he was away. Or Gai had done it of his own volition, both were sweet, in a ninja sort of way.

My thinking about Kakashi in relation to Gai probably brought the guy to his mind because I picked up on the conversation when he came up.

"-just like my eternal rival! So cool, so untouchable!"

Being compared to Kakashi for reading a book and being quiet wasn't what I had in mind, though that guy had been among my favorite characters, but the thrill of pride was drowned out when Genma cackled, throwing his head back for a second and even removing the senbon so he wouldn't choke.

"You mean this nerd? Ha, you haven't seen her spend four hours trying to convince a stray dog to come home with her."

I resisted the urge to catch up to where he was walking and hit him, it was enough of a privilege to be trusted to watch our backs that I didn't want to abandon my post. Instead I turned a page and kept listening.

"But I guess there is a bit of similarity. He was the one that recommended her for apprenticeship. Still don't know how that happened. Any idea, Asuka-chan?"

Asshole knew I was listening then. I shrugged with one shoulder, re-reading a particularly redundant paragraph.

"He overheard that my jounin sensei failed me for prioritizing a teammate. Not that he would have passed me anyway, I'm not a clan kid like his new apprentice."

Moto-san shook his head sadly,

"This system of promoting clan children is going to cause a rift between them and the civilian population."

I didn't say anything, it's not like I could tell him that it already had. Images flashed through my head of an empty compound, paw prints faded, nearly washed away. I shook it from my mind, going back to my book.

That night was uneventful. Moto-san was the best client a shinobi could ask for, no complaints at all, only smiles and understanding. It probably says something that our favorite civilians are actually retired ninja. I took a turn on watch, making note of the civilians camped near us. At the change of watch I alerted Genma, who only nodded and created a shadow clone. I was awake when it vanished, hearing the word 'merchants' whispered in my ear before I drifted off.

The next morning Gai was still awake from his watch and bouncing around with abominable good cheer. The rest of us had coffee to turn us into living human beings, and then we set out once more. It was much like the previous day up until something tickled at the edge of my senses. I didn't dare move my head away from my book, not that they were in any position to see us from that distance. They were moving faster than us, chakra enhancement, but academy level at most. Dropouts or genin test failures, either way that made them more dangerous than your average bandits. They were tracking us, and I had no doubt that some would try to pass and head us off, with others coming from the back towards me, the weakest link.

I huffed,

"We've got twelve coming from behind, 'bout three kilometers out still and tracking us. Some training given their developed chakra networks and the speed they're traveling."

The thing I love about working with real, experienced shinobi is that they didn't question how I knew this, only moving positions with Moto-san raising his eyebrows.

"A sensor? With a range like that no wonder you got an apprenticeship and kept it."

Yeah, let's break down everything I've ever accomplished and attribute it to something I can do naturally. Like that doesn't invalidate working my ass off at all. I shook off the annoyance, looking to Genma for orders, but he was already looking to Gai. Gai in turn looked to me,

"Twelve you say? Genin level?"

I paused before opening my book back up, though not looking at it yet.

"Definitely not."

He clapped his hands with a beaming grin,

"Yosh! Then we shall take care of these youthful bandits when they make their move and spare other travelers the trouble!"

Around what I was expecting coming from this guy. His eyebrows were atrocious but at least his teeth didn't light up like a flare in person. They were rather enviable though. I tore my eyes away from his teeth and looked back at my book, taking my cue from the others to act like business as usual. Genma dropped back next to me and I sped up to be closer to Moto-san, taking position near him. As the lowest ranking I was to keep close to the client while the other two took the front line positions. With the type of opponents they had incoming it was doubtful that I'd get to witness anything impressive, but it would be amusing at the very least to see these guys so spectacularly outmatched.

I'd heard of bandits seeing that travelers had hired ninja escorts and giving up then and there because genin alone would trash civilian bandits, not to mention the jounin sensei that accompanied them. These guys weren't that smart. Not that anyone making a living like this could be too overly intelligent, it's not like the academy test was difficult, if they didn't pass it there wasn't much I could say about them that was positive. Even Naruto had done rather well on the written exam, failing only because of terrible chakra control caused by too large reserves, and one jackass named Mizuki who'd no doubt flubbered up his results in other areas.

Before they got close enough to see us I slipped one hand into my pocket, the other holding up the book. I was randomly turning pages at this point, no longer paying any attention to it whatsoever, but I doubt they could tell. I'd expected at least a little more organization than 'yell and rush them', but hey, everyone's wrong occasionally.

The first person to get Gai's foot to the face really set the tone for the rest of it, but I could see wheels turning in one particular bandits head. Two high rankers, and one slightly lower, no doubt they'd assume I was a chuunin because a genin didn't really fit this equation, and no doubt that meant that the person under protection was loaded. I felt the elemental leaning in his chakra as he got nearer and realized something, he'd been training it. He could probably use more than the standard academy bullshit. He made one step closer to us and I tossed out the seal tags my hand had been wrapped around the entire time. He'd taken three steps and the book was put down, a yellow barrier erected around us just as a water bullet grazed the side.

Neither of our techniques was subtle, and I could practically hear all eyes swiveling to focus on us. Moto-san whistled lowly,

"And fuinjutsu to boot. I don't see how you're still a genin."

I absentmindedly answered as I kept track of all the chakra signatures in the area,

"I wanted to graduate with my friends and age group. Early graduation outside of wartime is proven to lead to psychological problems."

There wasn't a single earth aligned chakra dot anywhere near us, so I felt comfortable with this particular version of the barrier, but I felt the need to reassure Moto-san.

"None of them are doton users, so at their level I doubt they could tunnel in here. I didn't want to waste the chakra on a sealed floor when the odds were so low."

He nodded, watching the fighting around him with the air of a general who had planned the whole thing himself.

"A very versatile seal. A conglomeration of Yoshitaka's and the Watashi standard?"

I didn't bother acting surprised, this guy had no doubt been a shinobi when Uzushiogakure itself fell, it wasn't surprising he'd encountered seals in his lifetime.

"Sort of. I stole the reductors off Watashi and then the corner pieces off Yoshitaka, but the rest is mine more or less, though I'll admit it leans toward the Uchiha style."

He gave me a look I easily interpreted to mean he wasn't sure which bit of that to address first. Finally he went with,

"Corner pieces?"

"I don't know the name of it, it's not like I've had actual instruction other than the occasional tips Genma-sensei gives me, but it's the parts that hold up the 'corners', the 'base' of the seal, if you will."

"...pillars. Those are called pillars. And I wasn't even aware the Uchiha had a sealing style."

This was around when Shinobi stopped sharing, no matter how much I liked the old guy those were secrets Sasuke had shared with me, and me alone.

"Not many are, but at the founding of the village they were in close contact with the Uzumaki, just as much as the Senju. All clans have something going on with seals."

I carefully didn't mention the atrocities the Hyuuga got up to, every branch member that passed me sent a shiver down my spine, the seals on their foreheads not quite malicious but definitely 'bad'.

Salvation from this line of questioning came with another water technique, this time I had no idea what it was, only that it washed against the barrier with a loud crack, but didn't leave a scratch. I snorted,

"This was tested and developed with the help of at least three hundred shadow clones, going at it with ramen on the line, good fucking luck."

Moto-san hummed, absentmindedly admonishing, "Language," before going back to shinobi watching.

Genma and Gai were taking so long because they were incapacitating them rather than just straight up murdering the bitches, which would have taken about three seconds or something. Gai had seemed worried about myself and the client up until the barrier went up, when the first jutsu ricocheted off he put us out of his mind completely it seemed. With Genma confident in my abilities and Gai following suit that meant that the annoyance currently bouncing kunai off the barrier in front of me wasn't going away until the rest were dealt with, he gave up and ran off, or I did something about it. Seeing as he'd give up when the rest dwindled down and we didn't want him running free with jutsu capability of any sort I sighed, handing the book over and taking two steps forward, the barrier rippling as I stepped through.

It was a construct of my own chakra and thus I could walk through it whenever I pleased, but jutsu of any sort couldn't get in or out, otherwise it wouldn't make a good trap, as well as protection, and I pride myself on versatility. The moment I was out of it's reach the killing intent hit me like a car and I stopped, dark thoughts going through my head for all of a second before I laughed, probably not a good response, but the killer intent dropped off almost immediately and the bandit hissed,

"Take this seriously kid. A few pre-prepared seals from your sensei won't keep you safe anymore."

It was laughable, after a seconds thought, that this guy's killing intent could live up to the Kyuubi no kitsune, or even to Uchiha Itachi in full 'kill the clan' mode. Not that this guy was aware I'd faced down s-class level chakra manipulation. Anyone my age couldn't remember the Kyuubi and my involvement in the massacre was probably classified, the kind of classified that anyone who was anyone already knew and if they didn't know they didn't matter much anyway.

Either way, when he raised his hands to perform another jutsu I did my own, fire leaping from my mouth and grazing him as he dived out of the way. It didn't seem to matter that fire was a terrible element to use against someone naturally aligned with water, it was a grand fireball jutsu, only C-ranked, but I had used it with only half of a single seal. Tiger was easy enough to do halfway, with only two fingers raised, similar to the 'kai' used for my seals or any genjutsu release. The thing about being a sensor was that I could feel my own chakra moving, and the thing that had sickened me at first, had prevented me from using it at all, now allowed me to move chakra along the exact pathways needed and bypass hand seals with familiar enough jutsu.

The bandit raised his hands to perform another jutsu, down to at least half his chakra by this point, but before he could finish the first two hand seals of another water bullet I took a deep breath,

"Katon!"

The verbal naming of a jutsu, or even nature type, was was more help than you'd think. That little tidbit about names having power isn't exactly wrong. I didn't need a single seal with the name like that.

I didn't try to hit him with the jutsu, instead herding him towards the main fight, and blocking off escape. He turned to run anyway only to get Genma's fist to the back of the head. I checked the area before powering down the seal around Moto-san, small sparks flaring from where the seals themselves self destructed after use. Moto-san's eyes followed the flares briefly before looking around to where Gai was trussing up the bandits for someone to collect later, eyes crinkling as he smiled.

"Well done, well done. You two have come far. And the next generation is doing much better than what I had been informed."

Yeah, no doubt he'd been given readings on kids like Ino or Kiba, who lived in an era of peace, and trained like it, too. Moto-san tried to get me to talk to him about my seals the rest of the walk to his destination, and it was only when we'd left him with his granddaughter that I finally allowed myself to relax and stretch, groaning as we walked through the town.

"Finally, that felt like an interrogation."

Genma shrugged,

"It kind of was. Moto-san used to work in T&I. No doubt that seal of yours would be useful to them. I've been waiting for you to finally pronounce it finished before dragging you to show and tell with Ibiki."

From anyone else that would sound like a threat. But I'd known Genma long enough to tell that this was him being a pround mamma and wanting to show off in front of an old classmate. I snorted, shaking my head,

"You should know that I'll never be satisfied with a seal, I'm always going to be tweaking it. If you want something impressive to rub in that guy's face you should have asked. I'm sure I can whip something up."

I had a particularly fascinating idea with seal chains within a barrier, taking cues from Uzumaki chakra chains, but since those were a kekkei genkai these were more really, really fancy chakra strings reinforced with nature chakra. My current favorite pet project was to have chakra strings infused with water nature and anchored to the ground and the opponent, and then given a good dose of the only lightning jutsu I was proficient at. It was actually meant for medical purposes, like defibrillator no jutsu or some shit, but it was all I could get my hands on at this rank without asking Genma, and he had enough on his plate. So it wasn't a technique that could kill, only cause pain or maybe knock someone the hell out if I pushed enough raw chakra into it, but that would work fine for Ibiki's purposes.

Genma grinned, his hand on my shoulder shaking me out of my thoughts,

"See, this is why you're my favorite student!"

I sighed, not bothering to shake the hand off.

"I'm your only student."

We didn't bother to eat before leaving town, which was good because it was a nice place and wherever the jounin picked I was certain I wouldn't have enough money to so much as get a cup of tea. Instead we took to the trees the moment we were out of sight of the buildings, rocketing back towards the village. What took two days traveling slowly for Moto-san only took us four hours. I was miserable when we got there because no matter the pace Genma set I was going to follow it or so help me god. We exited the trees and slowed to a walk approaching the gates, only emergencies allowed for rapid approach after a certain distance after all, and a large hand landed on my head, nearly sending me to the ground. I looked up to see a beaming smile, one hand held aloft,

"What a display of youth! I would be honored if you would visit my own genin students and show them such dedication to training and improvement that you do, I'm certain inspiration can be shared to both parties!"

I glanced at Genma and he snickered,

"Translation, he wants you to spar his kids and see how they match up."

Oh. Well, it would be nice to know where I stand in comparison.

I turned back to the green clad jounin, smiling and nodding slightly.

"It would be an honor to meet your genin students Gai-sensei."

There were 'manly tears' at this point and I couldn't help but smile at the guy. Living with the constant war that is Uchiha vs Uzumaki had probably given me a high tolerance for ridiculous shit, but I found myself liking this guy. Besides, when it came to shinobi quirky and crazy meant strong as fuck. On our way to the Hokage tower we arranged a day for us to meet, Genma giving me the day off to train with Gai's team. Normally I would be stressed with wasting a 'free day' on training rather than missions to get some funds, but with C-rank pay I could afford to miss one day of D-ranks, maybe even another half day as well. Not that I would, it was always better to have plenty in reserve in case of injury or other unforeseen circumstances.

We did our verbal reports, the written ones due by the end of the week, and went our separate ways. Genma gave me a brief speech over what I did wrong, namely facing a water natured guy with fire jutsu, and I managed to squeeze a promise for some lightning jutsu out of him. I was grinning as I walked home, not bothering to dodge the orange missile that hit me before I could make it halfway there. I didn't bother prying Naruto off me as he chattered about boring D-ranks and demanding the details from my own mission.

When he finally let go I noticed that the rest of his team was present, including one Hatake Kakashi, masked nose stuck in an inappropriate book. Sakura and Sasuke looked equally eager for answers so I cast my eyes around for the nearest restaurant,

"Let's get something to eat, we didn't stop on the way back or after using a shit ton of chakra."

Of course four grand fireballs in a row would be a shit ton of chakra to me, especially on top of that barrier, and with the barrier taking several hits. Naruto could shoot that jutsu out of each of his ears and balance a rasengan on his nose from here to Suna and still be in better shape than me. Freakin' Uzumaki.

When Kakashi made to leave I caught Sasuke's eye, knowing Naruto wouldn't get subtle hints, and managed to convey what I wanted. I don't know what changed in their lives that Sakura was a normal human being around him, but with one glance she was his partner in crime, grabbing an arm each and dragging their sensei in with us. Naruto was slightly put out we weren't getting ramen, but settled for something else so long as he was getting the information he wanted.

I didn't want them to have too inflated an impression of C-ranks, instead giving them a slightly more friend appropriate run down of the facts. Naruto was put out that it was some old man I'd watched after, though he was proud that his help testing my barrier had played a good part in the mission. Sakura was all over how fine chakra control could lead to not needing seals and I easily offered an evening in the future to helping her out. It would prove a good time to point her at medic ninjutsu and a few things I knew would be an advantage in the near future.

Kakashi was mostly silent through it all, though he did slightly lower his book to ask questions about the seals, which I gladly complied with. I didn't give him everything, less than what I'd share with Genma, but more than what I told Moto-san for sure. It was an interesting conversation I didn't get to finish because Naruto and Sasuke got into some argument or another and we had to leave. Team Seven left to pick up another D-rank, which they complained about, and I went home to write up the report for the mission. Or I meant to, I ended up taking a nap instead. I wasn't bothered, after C-ranks you weren't allowed to take missions for at least a certain portion of the time you were on the mission itself, more if you were injured. I couldn't take a D-rank for another two days according to the missions desk, the rest of today not counting because Iruka-sensei was the one who accepted our verbal report and would know if I tried to show up again.

I rolled Genma's thoughts over in my head as I lay curled up on the couch, nap fading from memory as the thought of bills invaded. Maybe doing some seal work with R&D or even T&I was a good idea. It would certainly bring in more money than D-ranks could in the limited amount of time I had to do them. It was definitely something to keep in mind if our landlord was going to continue being an ass to us because of our association with Naruto. Not that they noticed, Naruto still got a stipend from the Hokage that was likely his parents money, and then Sasuke had an entire fucking clans savings behind him. No, it was only me who was going to have to get creative, and Genma may accidentally hand me the connections to do it.

ALL STORIES ON HIATUS UNTIL NOVEMBER 2017! I'm sorry, I really am, but it's unavoidable. All stories will get a chapter at the end of November.

~TimeLordOfPie