Naruto Chronicles: Insert Senju Here (PS don't forget to name him)

by TheDemonWhoWeeps

It began with a letter. A short one. Scrawled hastily, sealed in sake-stained paper, and addressed to the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen: "Old Man, I'm sending you a kid. He's a Senju—don't ask how. He's your problem now. Good luck. –Tsunade" No name. No warning. Just a boy. The Third Hokage nearly choked on his pipe.

4. I Want My Madara Too

The ANBU moved in silence, leading the way with graceful precision over the rooftops. His mask, shaped like a hawk, revealed nothing; no curiosity, no irritation, not even a twitch. Just cold efficiency.

Itomaru, of course, followed. But quietly? Never.

"I heard there's an Uchiha still kicking," he called out cheerfully, hopping along behind the operative. "Where is he? I mean, the Senju are supposed to have a rival. Hashirama had Madara. I want my Madara too. It's tradition! A family business!"

The ANBU offered no response.

Itomaru tried again, hopping after him with a grin. "I'm just saying... if you guys don't assign me a proper overpowered enemy with wild hair and a superiority complex, I'm gonna have to make one myself."

Still silence.

The rooftops of Konoha zipped past, a blur of morning light and tiled shingles. Itomaru, however, couldn't care less about the scenery; his full attention remained on the unflinching ANBU in front of him.

"You know," he continued, "I expected at least some conversation. Maybe a dramatic line like 'Don't fall behind, kid.' Something classic. Mysterious."

No reply.

Itomaru groaned loudly and flopped his arms, still mid-air. "Fine. Be that way. But can we at least go faster? You're a ninja. Shunshin no Jutsu is, like, page one of cool ninja tricks."

He exaggerated a sigh. "Has the village really fallen so far? Even Body Flicker is forgotten now? No wonder Auntie Tsunade sent me. Clearly, Konoha needed help."

Just as he was gearing up for another round of commentary, the ANBU abruptly stopped atop a rooftop. For a heartbeat, Itomaru paused, hopeful for actual conversation. Then, without turning, the ANBU muttered:

"Keep up."

And flickered away.

Itomaru grinned. "Finally."

In a blur, he leisurely followed, matching speed with effortless ease. No wasted movement. No effort. Just calm, cheeky confidence as he stayed right behind the ANBU no matter how fast he pushed forward.

Above the bustling streets, two shadows darted across rooftops, one silent and grim, the other humming to himself.

Somewhere, high above, a hawk let out a distant cry.

And beneath the soaring sun, Konoha remains unaware that the walking headache known as Senju Itomaru had officially arrived.