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the boy looked down from his place in the tree at a blonde-haired, boisterous woman below talking to his sensei. minato was usually quiet and observant with new people, that was, before his sensei pointed him out.
@sealedfist | been a while! :p
@sealedfist --;
“Hah, any longer and I swear I’m gonna collapse...”
As much as she may have groused within the privacy of the second floor break room of Konoha Hospital, Sakura truly did feel gratified by her work. Not only was she something more than the burden she’d been in her formative years, but she felt elated working alongside Tsunade and Shizune who’d formed something of a team with her.
“Oh, Tsunade-shiso! Want me to put on a pot of coffee, maybe? I’m beat!”
@sealedfist -- ;
“Phew, that’s over with.” The formula lines that had been drawn from ashes charged with chakra ceased glowing, a last smolder of energy charged through the runic lines and scrawl of characters like burning cinders before snuffing out completely. Though most seals needed only a few ways of breaking them, juinjutsu was a beast all its own that even few Uzumaki knew as well as her mother had. It was in an unused ward of the hospital--still under a degree of construction under such needed expansion--but it had provided a suitable theater for Fuso to perform the seal breaking of an almost impossibly complex jujutsu that no one else recognized.
Always good to have an Uzumaki on hand, right?
Fuso stood up from her squat and glanced towards the Senju who manned the hospital, still quite deferential due to their difference in rank; and just plain who her family was, among other things.
“I think he’ll be okay, Tsunade-sama. You should be able to perform surgery without a hitch.”
@sealedfist -- ;
In the first few years following the war, he’d been docile enough. Quietly rotting beneath the Intelligence Division in one of maximum security cells meditating, only able to be contained because he let them do so. Then, when it became clear it was futile at best, he was given a kind of parole in the Uchiha Compound to eke some sort of existence for himself, sequestered from the rest of Konoha. Until... he’d come upon his prize. A thing that needed to be quietly dispatched, a ravenous discovery made.
That thing was Uchiha Shin, unconscious and hitched to a slab where his organic material was being harvested with equipment he should have had no means of ascertaining, but had. While he kept his sensing ability active at almost all times, the Godaime Hokage had somehow managed to walk in the periphery of his Hyuuga-inherited blind spot, not having been able to sense Senju and Uzumaki chakra pulsating with crimson and green hues before it was too late.
How inconvenient.
“Am I in trouble again, Tsunade-sama?” his voice lilted mockingly, turning with a supercilious smile towards the blonde.
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It's not much of a surprise to see a drink in the older womans hand but Iruka knows better than to make a comment. Besides, everyone had a drink of some sort in their hands to celebrate with, himself included.
"Tsunade-sama--" He taps his glass gently against hers. "Happy New Year. Hope your night's been well so far."
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"Tsuna. My darling. Please, listen to me carefully; just because your grandfather did it, doesn't mean it's a good idea.
Ever."
"In fact, next time you're about to do something he did, please stop, and carefully reconsider."
@sealedfist
she doesn't EXACTLY know what she's doing.
her agent said something about meeting the hokage for “ publicity ” and “ village relations , ” but none of that quite makes sense to her. she doesn't think she's the SPOKESPERSON for sooga village or anything , though she might be one of its more recognizable citizens. she's just a resturant manager and a model. really , pucca thinks this is just so her agent can brag about it , but , well . . . pucca didn't want to be the reason her agent loses out on something , and it WAS all expenses paid. she can't say no to a free vacation , ever. its her one weakness. travelling is so fun ! especially to one of the biggest villages in the world , with the largest army and the most influence. the fabric stores here alone are worth it.
so here she is. in front of a woman with more political power than pucca can reasonably understand , smiling for a camera. she can't imagine why the HOKAGE of all people would have agreed to this , but she's going to make it as easy as possible. ( she has more important things to do than pose with a b-list celebrety after all. like running a country. or a hospital. isn't the hokage also a mednin ? pucca has never felt more inadequate. ) when the camera flashes are over with , pucca pushes a container into the woman's hands.
“ i brought you jajangmyeon. best in the world ! ”
“ oh, absolutely . . . not. ”
She was strong, that much he could tell with a glance. Minato, however, dare not disobey a direct order from his sensei. He was to stay on Tsunade's tail until he came back - or that's what Jiraiya told him to do. Minato never questioned his sensei - he admired him and was willing to do anything. ❛ Forgive me, Lady Tsunade, but Jiraiya-sensei said to keep you company until he comes back from his errands. ❜ how polite and thoughtful - he sure wasn't a brat like some kids.
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