@kisamc
On a Likert scale rated from 1 to 5, where 1 is "I'll live" and 5 is "My whole career is ruined", how outraged were you last time Samehada was stopped by a kitchen knife?

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@kisamc
On a Likert scale rated from 1 to 5, where 1 is "I'll live" and 5 is "My whole career is ruined", how outraged were you last time Samehada was stopped by a kitchen knife?
Plotted Starter || @kisamc
The war has ended, but Sasuke's job was not yet finished. Having turned down the Hashirama cells, Sakura has stopped the bleeding in the stump of his arm, and now Sasuke trudges back to the line of water lapping at the edge of the genjutsu Sasuke had secretly left at the end of the battle between Might Gai and Kisame Hoshigaki.
There's a ripple in the air as he clears the genjustu, and a battered and bruised Kisame appears lying in the sand. Sasuke walks the remaining steps to the man, and looks down over him staring.
Kisame Hoshigaki. The man who spent the most time with Itachi over the past several years.
"Wake up," Sasuke says, dispelling the second and last genjustu that was helping Kisame stay in a deep slumber. "I have questions."
Disappointment flashed across her features at the response. On his part? What did he mean? Did Itachi not have friends then? Surely they were, her son should consider them as such if they were partners!
Right?
her lips pushed into a pout briefly, with brows furrowed. She didn’t really like that answer. “Not friends…? That can’t be right…” She mulled it over. No. They had to be. Maybe she should ask Itachi himself next time she saw him!
Her expression brightened again moments later. No matter. Mikoto extended her hand out to him. “If you think the two of you are, then you most likeky should be,” she decided, and her fingers wiggled a few seconds at him before they stilled. “I’m Mikoto. And no I’m not really “checking up on him”, he’s old enough to make his own decisions. I’m just…introducing myself. But are you sure you’re not friends? He needs some. You look a decent fellow.”
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modern shenanigans with @kisamc continued from here
With a sharp puff of annoyed amusement through his nose, Zabuza leaned against the rocking rail with his forearms. "Kid's gotta piss." He jerked his head down the pier where Haku waited pensively. Upon being noticed, he gave a sheepish wave, but stayed put. "Would rather get it all handled before he gets into a wetsuit." Only, shortly after making the clarifying comment did Zabuza consider something else that already had him grimacing in anticipation of the answer to his upcoming question. "You... do rent those, right?" Yes, Zabuza had budgeted for it since a wetsuit outright was ridiculously expensive and not something an ex-crab fisher could afford between work. As much as the S.S. Kirigakure might like to have him back on her decks. Regardless, nothing guaranteed that the tour guide even offered that sort of rental...
ㅤㅤGives @kisamc a backpack like the one below. ❝Look, it has a mouth that can open- It looks just like you.❞
@kisamc ♥'d for a starter
"Whooaaaaa..!!! Amo's never seen a shark that can walk before!! Are you smooth like a shark? Can Amo touch?? ...Can you understand Amo..?"
I hope you can swim.
I hope you can handle my beautiful form and my overwhelmingly fashionable swim trunks!
"I challenge you to make a clay shark."
"And what do I get out of it, hm?"