#ikkakusenkin

[borutouzumakiyouknow]

Starter for ikkakusenkin

He really could take the simple meathod and just talk to his dad. There was a hidden want to know more about him, something within pushing that feeling closer to his chest. 

Lately, Boruto found himself reflecting on past events – that burning anger he felt, how it ignited bouts of yelling about how unfair it was not having his father around. But he cooled down after the Chunin Exams and the whole ordeal with Momoshiki came about. Still, something prevented him from attempting a conversation, hoping maybe Naruto would start it himself.

Instead, Boruto went in search of someone else who could tell him about his dad. He never really talked to Tsunade before, but given her history with Naruto, she may have some interesting things to say. Luckily, she wasn’t hard to find – whether or not she was busy, that was yet to be determined. Now he just need to figure out how to ask.

“Hey, what a coincidence running into you here.” Sure, he could totally play it off from the unintentional run-in scenario.

[uchinaro]

@ikkakusenkin / sc.

             " Tsunade-sama! "

      The girl had been practicing her taijutsu, when the Senju found her. A pause in her training, as she approaches her mother's teacher with a bright smile.

             " Good Afternoon, " she greets, giving a polite bow of the head to the former Hokage. " Are you looking for Mama? She was here, but she's been called to the hospital for something. "

[yinseal-arc]

she is,  it seems,  no  apt  apprentice for the godaime,  no WORTHY  pupil of the hokage’s own.  she has tasted defeat,  &&  found it bitter,  but  this:  this is failure at its lowest ebb.  she comes back to konoha,  swallowing  GRIEF,  swallowing down the rage  &&  the anguish storming in her like a tempest,  &&  she thinks       oh.  how very disappointed tsunade-sama will be.

it was never meant to come to this  (  &&  who would ever dared to say otherwise?  )  sasuke,  gone,  seduced by power,  corrupted by rage,  &&  naruto on the  BREAKING  point to bring him back,  for her.  the promise of a life-time,  dattebayo!  team seven,  disbanded;  konoha,  in disarray.  tsunade senju,  FIFTH  HOKAGE,  half-dead in her efforts to protect the village hidden in the leaf;  sakura,  the fifth’s apprentice,  in miserable  disgrace.  

if she had just killed sasuke       but it scrapes something too  RAW  &&  agonizing to follow that thought to its end.  he  could do it;  he  didn’t hesitate a moment,  had her  GASPING  as he held her by the throat,  &&  made to gut her like a  pig.  she,  discarded,  &&  him,  remorseless       &&  he only came alive when it was naruto,  to the rescue,  again.  (  no point in tears,  now.  )

&&  if tsunade-sama is no better ...  she can’t follow that thought,  either;  she knows her own misery,  &&  never mind stoking the fires of its destruction.

shizune-sama’s voice calls her out of the gloom,  &&  she halts,  STARTLED;  she hadn’t even realized she’d made it to  konoha,  let alone the hokage’s office.  a leap of terror,  UNBIDDEN,  but freezing her to the spot       is shishou ... ?

no time to fear       she’s pulled up by the arm,  speeding through the halls until,  at last,  they stand before the hokage’s door,  &&  shizune gives her a little push,  URGING,  eager.  hardly time to gulp a breath,  but sakura pushes forwards  (  as tsunade had ever taught her to.  )  

                       ❝ s      shishou!  ❞

she is alive,  awake,  TANGIBLE  &&  real,  &&  in the span it takes to see       it cannot be helped.  the apprentice pitches to her knees,  as disconsolate as a child,  arms thrown around the hokage’s shoulders,  voice broken on the  sobs.

                        ❝ shishou,  you’re alive!  i can’t believe  ...  i thought ...       i’m sorry,  i’m so sorry,  i f-failed ... shishou ... ❞

@ikkakusenkin​  //   ♡ ‘d

[kinokami]

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

Peer into my muse’s memories / accepting

The long years following Madara’s death. Every morning spent looking over the village, wishing that Madara had remained, that he had taken the place Hashirama intended for him.

Running Konoha after the Valley of the End became much more hollow, seeded with doubt. Had his resolve robbed him of more than the friend he once considered a gift from the divine? 

Undoubtedly so. Hashirama was hailed as the god of shinobi, walked among the living with no equal. He was revered, feared, beloved. But to be a mere mortal man with such expectation on your shoulders...it wears on anyone.

Hashirama had his family, his wife and children and his brother, as well as his clan, but he always played a role, to each one of them. Finding someone where he could just be himself, and no one expected anything miraculous of him...well, that was rare. He’d wager to say it never happened again.

Every year, on December 24th, Hashirama would spend sunrise til sunset in a hidden grove, at the side of an insignificantly marked grave. He brought offerings of inarizushi and grew red spider lilies. No one was to disturb him and his time with Madara.

[sennokami]

“history’s about to get overthrown.”

One kage for five villages and yet not one strong enough to interest him. How... embarrassing. If Madara had been one of them, he would’ve surrendered already from pure mortification.

Their chakra signatures bled from their skin like light. Madara read them all like the open books they were, noting who was tired, whose reserves were the smallest, who was the easiest target, feeling only boredom --

-- until one of them caught his eye. He’d nearly missed it the first time around because it had been subtle but yes, he knew that signature like he knew the back of his hand. He’d spent his entire childhood staring into that abyss. Senju chakra was always earthy, always warm, covered in veins of green-gold and laden with the promise of growth.

He found the source of it. The woman. The Hokage.

How fitting.

The closer he looked, the more familiar she was. Never mind her blonde hair, never mind her heart-shaped face; her chakra carried all the resemblance that he cared about.

Hashirama.

So this was the legacy he left in the world? The apple didn’t fall far from the tree -- and it didn’t grow half as well in its shadow. Madara stared into her eyes and slowly tilted his head mockingly. 

“Not yet, it won’t. Not by the likes of you.”

[thetoaddaddy]

"I didn't mean to say that, but it's true." (lowkey wanna drown in jiratsu feels :')) )

Jiraiya was stunned. He stared at Tsunade, his heart racing and ears burning as he wondered if she just said that.

A weight had finally released on his heart. For as long as he known her it was a heavy chain dragging behind him. He was so happy. Finally he could be happy. No words could really tell her how much… even if she seemed to have reservations about admitting it.

He steps closer to Tsunade and puts his hands on the sides of her face. He pulls her in and gives her a kiss. Hopefully that put whatever doubts she had about his feeling to rest.

[damnedance]

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send 🖋 or ( ‘PLOTS’ ) for me to tell you a couple potential plot ideas i have for our muses, whether it just be certain types of dynamics or general storylines i’d like to explore | meme tag. | @ikkakusenkin

while i adore the search for tsunade arc, i would love for us to write something set in the sannin era. something along the lines of jiraiya and tsuna are tasked with an assignment to gather rare medical herbs in nanakusa island but because of the oncoming war the ship that was supposed to come and pick them up is delayed - just imagine all the bickering between the two of them while surviving the isolated island?? idk, it cracks me up just thinking about it... they are shinobi, this should be fiiiine....

other idea i have is having koji and tsunade meet, perhaps after his fight with jigen, boilergama takes him somewhere close to where she's staying - i just love the prospect of all that angst!!!

[wasmaitiest]

❝    OPERATE  ME         PLEASE.    ❞         there  was  no  fear  in  lee’s  voice,  though  neither  had  there  been  hope.      he  had  taken  the  future  hokage’s  warning  with  a  near  insulting  casuality,  after  all,  had  he  not  been  waiting  for  death  for  well  over  a  month  now.    to  die  by  the  nibi’s  cruel  will  or  on  the  operation  table,  did  it  even  matter  anymore??           yet  a  small  voice  resisted            OF  COURSE  IT  MATTERED.    if  he  was  to  die,  he  wanted  to  die  in  battle  like  a  true  shinobi,  what  fight  could  be  more  glorious  than  facing  the  great,  terrible  nijuu  sealed  within  his  body.            ❝    I  KNOW  I  AM  ASKING  FOR  A  LOT        BUT  I  HAVE  ONE  MORE  REQUEST,  GODAIME-SAMA,  IF      IF  I  SURVIVE      I  DON’T  WANT  TO  GO  BACK  INTO  THAT  DARK  CELL.    ❞          he  doesn’t  want  to  be  caged,  watched  by  apathetic  masks  like  a  peace  of  meat.      once  again,  lee  makes  a  beat  with  death,  he  survived  this  long.      should  he  survive  this  operation,  as  well,  let  him  at  least  return  to  the  comfort  of  his  home.       let  this  be  his  prize       returning  to  a  life  in  an  anbu  cell  where  no  daylight  would  reach  him  wasn’t  worth  much  anymore.            @ikkakusenkin​           plotted.       LEE.