Look At Me

(this chapter is completely unedited as of yet... but thats normally how i do it now. i'll go back over it later.)

This chapter was late-ish.... i blame my lazyness. I havent really done anything except sleep. I have the story completely outlined though so for those of you who told me my chapters were rushed and random... well rushed might not changed but i'm hoping to fix the randomness of the first couple chapters. my writing is really rusty. it's kind of sad. I typed this chapter up a couple of days ago and hated it, so i spent some time re-writing segments of it. I still don't like it and hope to fix it further.

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Sakura was mentally screaming at the top of her lungs. God what had she been thinking. Talking to Kakashi about sex seemed so taboo. Silence spanned as the seconds ticked by. She and her sensei were sitting, now in uncomfortable silence, in the booth at the barbecue shack. The insecure part of brain was telling her to high tail it out of the resturant and not look back, and the pretty medic nin went straight into defensive mode when she heard Kakashi begin to speak.

“Sakura…. I don’t think I’m the-“ The older man told her bracing himself for an explosion of anger or tears. Neither came. Sakura exploded in a third way he hadn’t augured; in defense of her actions.

“I needed to talk to someone! My best friend is on a diplomatic mission…..And Shisou is always busy…. And Shizune-san and I aren’t very close.” Sakura whined in a hysterical voice that she looked thoroughly ashamed of, but Kakashi gratefully accepted her tone because she finally wasn’t lying to him. Before he had time to formulate a reply, however, Sakura's unhappy ramblings continued.

“Hinata doesn’t talk, not to mention madly in love with Naruto…. Kami that would be uncomfortable… That leaves Sasuke and Sai. I couldn’t imagine having this conversation with the other boys. Sasuke would ignore me and Sai has proven he is an emotional retard!” Sakura finished. Kakashi winced. Some people, including himself, thought that he fell into the category of emotional retardation. But as Sakura’s eyes pleaded across the table from him, Kakashi knew that he was going to give.

“Sakura… I really don’t think it’s appropriate that you tell me about those types of choices….” Kakashi said almost feebly. The silver haired nin was only trying to protect his ass. Any advice he could give would be tinged with bitterness on her partner choice. Haruno Sakura was by no means a dumb little girl. She could be cunning and alert. She would see through his advice to its angle quickly, and he had no idea what her response would be. Despite his totality of mentally listed reasons why Kakashi Hatake should under no circumstances get into a conversation such as this with Sakura Haruno, he sighed when his mind discerned that she really did need someone to talk to. He would have to put up with his inner twinges of distaste and distress and act like the elite ninja he was, not some little academy student with a crush. But that didn’t mean he had to revel in the discussion to come.

“Kakashi you’re like a father to me.” Sakura said once again defending herself when she didn’t need to. Although her words of persuasion hit their subject, unknowingly, like a knife in the gut. The Elite Copy Nin didn't want to be thought of as a father. He was repressing feelings that definetly were not fatherly toward his pale skinned student.

“You would talk to your father about men you plan to have sex with?” Kakashi asked dryly covering his discomfort and the pang in his stomach with dry humor.

“Well no….” Sakura said, disconcerted imagining an equivalent conversation with her deceased dad. Her metaphor had not been really that accurate, but she had decided for the sake of clarity and the few, shattered remnants of her dignity she was not going to attempt to explain the ‘hot, best friend of an older, supposed brother who’s part of the family’ thing. She compromised with something a little closer and a little less confusing. “You are more like the cool, young uncle that one of my parents hypothetical siblings married.” This answer seemed to sate Kakashi’s question. He gave her a happy eye crease.

Although all Kakashi’s internal warning signs were ringing in his ears saying he was crossing a line, the Copy Nin suppressed his urge to run away. He realized in the last year his want of the pink medic. So, in order to not feel like a sketchy pedophile Kakashi had deemed it necessary to view Sakura as an adult as he had done with Sasuke and Sai years ago, he wouldn’t mention what he still thought of Naruto. He could have a conversation about sexual partners with another adult, they were mature enough.

Kakashi's overall analysis of the situation was that if he ran now he’d be feeling guilty later, when his thoughts fell upon less then innocent scenarios with Sakura. If he couldn’t have a mature conversation with Sakura about sex then he still believed she was a child, and in that case; he had far greater issues then he could have imagined. Even putting his attraction aside, Sakura had earned his respect. She WAS an adult. Her medical jutsu was predicted to surpass the Hokage and her chakra infused tai-jutsu already had. The messy haired ninja silently prayed to what ever gods there were that he was not getting in over his head with what he was agreeing to.

“Okay Sakura I’m listening.” Kakashi stated. The girl across from him gave a relieved smile that could light up the world.


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At the present, Sasuke’s only thought was ‘Thank god my mother didn’t name me ‘Gorozawa.’ The Uchiha was in the center of Sai’s loft of an apartment with his two co-kidnappers, only this beast of a man was so huge Sasuke thought the term thug-napper was more acurate. Regardless, the large man he had just finished binding with chakra sapping ropes to the wide beam in the corner smelled like a city dumpster. Also, although the man wasn’t ugly per se, he had a dim witted look about him, Sasuke assumed that people he knew never took him seriously because of his heavy brow. Altogether, with the ridiculous amount of thought the last Uchiha had put into examining his new hostage, he had concluded that since his name was so unusual it must have caused his physical problems. Because it couldn’t be from his mother, other wise no man would have wanted to knock her up. Naruto pulled Sasuke out of his critical analysis of the stupid looking hostage with a push forward, indicating it was time to get some answers from their guest. Putting his harsh, theoretical discriminations against this man aside, he set about trying to wake the large man up.

However when kicking the clearly outcold, bound man in the side repetitively didn’t work Sasuke raised a chakra-laden fist towards the noncognizant figure's head when his normally hyperactive friend caught his arm. Naruto was holding a large bucket of water.

“Teme, you idiot! You can’t go around punching the hostage! You could kill him. We don’t even know if we have the right hostage, and if we do have the right guy, he still might not even be connected,” Naruto growled. His compassion for all people getting the better of his anger with help from his daily need to outsmart his rival.

“Moron. Then why did we knock him out if we had so little information?” Sasuke snarled then paused to examine the hostage in question, Sharingan blazing. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I know this is him. Whether or not he is named Gorozawa is unimportant.” The former avenger’s eyes narrowed darkly.

“Uchiha-san would it be your snake like senses that have told you this.” Sai’s void voice asked. Sasuke stiffened slightly at the implications but did not let it register on his face. In a second Sasuke realized that Sai had not detected what was really off about this man, making the captive tied to the beam the only one capable of drugging Sakura.

“This man has small amounts of powerful chakra forced into him. He doesn’t have any chakra of his own. It’s how whoever’s making the drug is distributing it.” Sasuke said darkly turning to Sai. “It’s what Orochimaru was working on before I killed him.”

Sai looked Sasuke in the eyes considering the Sharingan user’s words carefully. The introverted Uchiha was now worried. That much was obvious to the ink user. Sai didn’t have time to consider the matter further because Naruto’s inability to sit still acted up. There was a large ‘splash’ as Naruto dumped the bucket of water on the man on the floor. The captive groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

“Wow,” Naruto stated in amazement. “That actually worked.” Behind the blonde the Uchiha snorted. Sai walked confidently up to bound man.

“I’m going to ask you questions and your going to answer. Otherwise….” Sai paused and pulled out his sketch pad and drew a wolf. He showed his ministrations to the man then preformed the jutsu that unlocked his drawing. “He’ll ear your right leg.” For margin he threw an insincere grin at the hostage who looked horrified before he straighted his features as the wolf took an aggressive sniff at his before mentioned leg. Naruto looked disgusted and Sasuke rolled his eyes.

“Whats your name?’ Sai questioned. “Dickless get some paper and write down what he says.” His tone was all business now.

“Gorozawa Habiki,” the man said in a low voice. He had a meanacing smirk on his face.

“What are you doing in Konoha?” Naruto inquired for the first time. Gorozawa snorted.

“Business,” replied Gorozawa shortly. Sai looked up from the page he had been sketching on.

“What kind of business, Smelly-san?” Questioned the artist lightly. The larger man growled at the insult.

“Just business.” The oafish man insisted angrily. Sasuke had had enough of the drifting interrogation, it was pathetic. Sai and Naruto were horrible at getting information from the enemy. The youngest living Uchiha decided to make the questioning more direct, he moved up in front of Sai looking the hostage in the eyes and pulling out a kunai from his pouch. The impatient Uchiha decided it was time to get to the point.

“Whose chakra is in your brain?” Sasuke intoned getting straight to the point.

“I don’t know.” Gorozawa responded darkly a smirk on his face.

“Eat his leg,” came Sai’s simple reply. The wolf moved in menacingly, but was held off barely, by Sasuke.

“He’s not lying, Asshole,” Sasuke growled. He looked at the hostage critically.

“Teme how can you possibly know?” Naruto asked exasperatedly, interrogation really never was his strong point; he trusted people to easily. “We don’t know anything about this guy.”

“Interrogation training in the Sound,” Sasuke intoned. “When people lie their heart rate speeds up. It was the first thing that Orochimaru had me do. When you dragged me back, Moron, I wasn’t allowed to leave the village for a year. So, I decided to spend it in Interogations and I did another year of training with Ibiki.” Naruto shivered at the mention of the intense jounin, and Gorozawa seemed to be reevaluating the younger Uchiha.

“What were your orders?” Sasuke asked again, severely. Naruto couldn't believe it, Sai's questioning had barely made this man flinch but when Sasuke took over the smelly larger man seemed to be sweating buckets, although he covered it well.

“To bring back girls who looked suitable for the club.” Sasuke considered his words for a moment staring at him in an evaluating manor, he then released his hold on Sai’s inked dog. Free of the ninja’s hold the dog sprang on to the man’s leg and sunk its teeth into it. Gorozawa howled in pain.

“Lying is a bad idea.” Sasuke pronounced dryly, seemingly, unaffected by the sight of the man’s now battered leg. Naruto looked disgusted with the gory display, but before the Kyuubi carrier could react his best friend was already back to questioning Gorozawa.

“I’ll ask again, what were your orders?” Gorozawa laughed darkly. He looked the Uchiha heir in the eyes with a killing intent. Sasuke loosened his renewed hold on the drawn wolf and the bound man flinched slightly. Deciding it would be in his best intrest to say something, Gorozawa answered in an agravating, round about way. The captive decided to anger his captors in order to get them to slip up so he could escape. He attacked the only thing he could think of that would worry all three of the ninja before him.

“Your little pink bitch will be long gone by the time you, dumbshit ninja find her. There was a special request made for a pink-haired Konoha girl with green eyes. She’s the only one I’ve seen, and the top customer that requested her…” Gorozawa paused as he smirked at the thought, the humor he found in his reflections was clear and Naruto clenched the pen he was using to record the disgusting man’s words so tightly it snapped. The blonde walked over to one of Sai’s desks for something to continue writing with. He walked slowly in an attempt to calm the animalistic urge to beat the man degrading his Sakura-chan. Naruto kept his eyes cast downward as he attempted to keep his calm using his very narrow and imperfect self-control.

Unlike his cool dark haired rival, who had almost impeccable control over his countenance, and his socially estranged new friend, who simply didn’t have expressions, Naruto always wore his feelings on his face. It angered Naruto all the more that the bastard who had put Sakura’s well being in danger seemed to find it amusing that the kyuubi container face betrayed that he was upset. Naruto growled as Gorozawa smirked even more broadly as he continued.

“He’s supposed to be crazy. He even scares the guy who gave me this piece of shit job, who isn’t an easily frightened type of bastard.”

“So your order was specific.” Sai questioned. He looked thoughtful. Gorozawa stayed silent. His already squinted eyes closed even more a strange look crossed his face. He glared up at the ink user stilly. The grimy man seemed to be considering something.

“I’ve told you enough kid. Your little dog’s bite may have hurt like hell, but it’s not doing anything permanent. You three are amateurs at this.” He snorted like an angered horse. As Sasuke paced toward him, the oafish man spit at his approaching, captor’s feet. The Uchiha responded to the churlish action with a look of disgust and arrogance that only the former avenger seemed capable of. He grasped the front of the grubby man’s shirt with practiced ease that made the dark and handsome ninja all the more threatening.

“Don’t underestimate me. I have no problems gutting you right here the only reason I haven’t is because for the time being you have a use. You’re a worthless waste of space,” Sasuke hissed in Gorozawa’s face and the smirk that had previously been present on the fake bartender’s face slid off abruptly. The once undaunted hired-abductor flinched as Sasuke’s chakra spiked unintentionally. “You’re acting all tough like you are a threat to me. The only reason a weak minion like you is getting our attention is because of this drug your boss has concocted. If you tell us information that could be useful I might consider letting you live…. If not I can think of tons of ways I’ve seen the Sound’s old head medic Kabuto get information out of hardened shinobi…. You won’t be hard to crack.”

Strangely, Gorozawa seemed to take this information two ways. He looked slightly afraid at the mention of Kabuto. Though whether he was scared of the glasses wearing medic or the implied torture was unclear. Even more peculiar, however was the lopsided smirk that spread across the stupid-looking man’s face.

“What’s so special about this pink-haired bitch. She seems to be fucking this entire village. I know your reputation Little Uchiha. People say you’re supposed to be exactly like your older brother. Obviously you aren’t anywhere near his level if you let yourself obsess over some cotton candy haired slut that you haven’t even got a claim on. If the rumors are true, he would let himself have such an emotional weakness. Never-“ Gorozawa’s little monologue was ended by two simultaneous fists to the face. There was a sickening ‘crack’ as the hostage’s head was reset facing an unnatural direction. Sasuke and Naruto stared at the now useless informant. Sasuke looked expressionless as he gracefully stepped away from the corpse and Naruto did not move back still panting in anger with a snarl on his face.

“I don’t think that was very productive.” Sai said through his faux smile looking over the results of the two younger men’s outbursts. The Uchiha did not deign to respond and Naruto barely gave a sign he noticed, both were wrapped up in their own thoughts, mostly on certain pink haired girl.


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It had been two hours since Kakashi and Sakura relocated to the silver haired ninja’s favored spot, the grass beside the KIA monument. Sakura nestled herself into the Copy-Ninja’s side. Her arms wrapped around his lean and muscular chest and her head was under his left arm as she talked. Kakashi sat with his hands on his knees which were pointed upward and not touching at about shoulder width apart. He looked almost unaware of the pretty girl attached to his chest. Although he was quite aware, and Kakashi could not have pushed Sakura away if he had wanted to.

To an outside observer it may have looked like a romantic position, and maybe it was, but in the moment all Sakura wanted to do was feel the masked man’s warmth against her cheek. In the past she never would have done something so clingy and underlying sexual openly or with out the aid of a lot of sake, and if she had it definitely would not have been with her sensei. However at the moment she could care less if someone saw her or if she subconsciously thought that this would cause problems with the boys if they stumbled upon her current position.

Something about the feeling she got from the contact made Sakura feel calm. Much calmer then she had in what seemed like an eternity. Since she had been drugged, or more specifically, since she woke up and told the severity of her situation, anxiety had filled Sakura. It was like having a large ball wedged between her organs and ribcage. After talking to Kakashi, or better described as AT Kakashi, the imaginary ball had deflated. Literally getting something off her chest, Sakura told him everything. About Sasuke and Sai. They talked about her apprehension for the upcoming mission, and how much she needed Ino. When Sakura finally got to her decision with Naruto she felt Kakashi stiffen.

Assuming that he felt uncomfortable because he still thought of her as a kid, Sakura detached her self from the older man and crawled forward so that she could look him in the eye. The girl felt an irrational need to prove she was not just a girl, but a women, a kunoichi. She prepared to confront the masked man about his view of her, because, she wasn't a kid danmit! Unfortunately that put Kakashi in an awkward position with Sakura between his legs. The attractive older ninja gave his grown up student a forced happy eye crease and then attempted to move her back to his side and out of the provacative position she had put herself in. Narrowed green eyes met one unperturbed coal colored one. Even as he reached forward to place his onetime student outside his legs the pink-haired beauty inched closer in a way that would put fantasies in any straight man’s head and Sakura probably had no idea she was doing it.

“I’m not a kid, Kakashi,” Sakura stated coolly but secretly she was dying to lash out.

“Maa, Maa, Sakura,” Kakashi said trying to placate the girl. “That’s not it.”

“Sensei-,“ Sakura began but was cut off by the silver-haired ninja.

“I don’t think you’re a kid, Sakura,” the Copy Ninja told her. “You are very mature. It’s just difficult. Especially since you don’t even seem to think you are grown up yourself.”

“You can’t possibly know what I think of myself,” Sakura whispered angrily at the cocky assumption. Who was he to claim he knew what she thought of herself! The second part of her retort was cut off as she found herself staring up at the darkened sky.

She quickly found herself beneath the Copy Ninja as he had tackled her smaller body. He pinned her legs with his larger weight and held her wrists in a way Sakura could not performing hand signs using his right hand. Kakashi held her gaze seriously and Sakura stopped struggling for a second and a plan formed in her mind. The formerly high-maintenance girl had decided; the mask was coming off and there was no time like the present.

“Sakura, this is the point Sasuke was trying to show you in his own cold way,” Kakashi intoned in an intense voice completely different then his normal smooth and aloof one. “You have no idea how sexual your behavior can be. You never know when you give off signs that you don’t mean to.” Kakashi sighed and relaxed a little. She obviously was not trying to make him want her, but it did not help that the medic ninja was struggling beneath his hips by grinding her’s unintentionally into him.

“Kakashi,” the pink-haired trapped girl below him whispered as she brought he face closer to his. The Icha-Icha collector tried to push his former student back down with his free hand, in his mind a line was crossed, and the Chidori creator was slightly infuriated to notice that the Hokage’s protégé looked like she had no idea. However he was, in spite of that, additionally shocked with her next move.

Sakura leaned forward and using her only teeth pulled his mask down. Kakashi’s inner pervert thought it was possibly the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He could only watch as the 20-year-old woman freed one hand from the hold the more experienced ninja had above her shocking pink hair. With one, swift pull from manicured pink fingers; Kakashi’s headband came off too. Sakura now was nose to nose with the face of the Infamous Copy Ninja and she suddenly understood what all the fuss was about.

She had heard in the bathhouse women who claimed they had slept with her former teacher say he covered his face up to avoid the crazy fangirl problems that the other supremely attractive ninja of the village had. Sakura had scoffed at the claims when they were first voiced in her presence. Looking into his unmatched eyes, and more so at the bottom of his newly revealed face, she could see the merit in the claims now. Kakashi’s face was god-like.

Her old sensei wasn’t beautiful like her teammate Sasuke or hot like Naruto. But, Kakashi’s face was purely masculine. As she examined the pale almost flawless skin Sakura came to the conclusion that this man would have made a hideous woman, but he was a hell of a man. His strong chin and nose combined with his angular face was hard to forget. Even in the few seconds she had seen all of it the medic-nin knew she would never forget it. His imperfections, like the scare on his left cheek only seemed to make him more attractive. Hell, his face was like sex carved out of flesh.

“See something you like Sakura?” Kakashi teased, all the tension from their position forgotten for the time being. The Copy Nin wasn’t unaware that he was attractive, yet it was still fun to taunt his younger student, especially when she had unknowingly been torturing him for a while. The rosette haired woman laughed steadily at his comment. She had always found that laughing off comments like the one her sensei made was the most graceful way to take teasing, and Sakura had the perfect counter act. The medic ninja smiled sweetly and stroked his face with her hand.

“Your face is striking,” Sakura admitted as he smirked slightly. Slowly, a wide smile formed on her face as she finished: “But, not as attractive as Sasuke-kun’s.” The Hokage’s apprentice emphasized the affectionate ending on her childhood crushes name; she refused to let her sexy teacher know how attractive he was. Kakashi chuckled. Inside his head he was secretly enormously jealous of the Uchiha heir, but he was 29 years old. He was not going to fall for that type of goading it was childish. He lifted himself off his former student and offered her a hand up. She accepted his offered hand and dusted off her clothes.

“Aah. Well I also don’t have a bunch of giggling fan girls.” Kakashi said dryly. “I don’t know how I live.” They now stood side by side. Her shorter frame barely reached Kakashi’s shoulder; she leaned up against his arm with her head, ruminating. Today had given her a lot to think about. She was now sure that Kakashi was attracted to her. It was not something Sakura was going to discourage, either. She had been fascinated by the silver-haired, lazy ninja since she had met him. Recently it had become more of a sexual fascination. Now that Sakura had seen his face, it had only intensified. She would not hurriedly forget the feeling from the heat of his body on top of hers. It was beyond intense.

“We never talked about your decision with Naruto.” Kakashi said quietly. Sakura moved her large forehead from his shoulder to look at him. Cutting off any answer that the younger woman might have had Kakashi continued: “I don’t think we should. It’s something that you need to decide on your own. I can’t make it for you. It’s like you keep telling me. You’re a big girl Sakura you can decide for yourself.” With a condescending pat on her pink head, Kakashi was gone in a hand sign and a puff of smoke. His nonattendance left Sakura all by herself to stare at the KIA monument.


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“Dickless we have already established he’s dead, his head is facing an unhealthy direction. Dead people rarely have pulses,” Sai droned wryly. Naruto quickly stepped away from the corpse he was previously checking for signs of life. The shaggy haired blonde took a seat next to the artist at the sole table not covered completely in art supplies. “ We have bigger problems. Uchiha-san stop sulking in the corner and come sit down, even though you probably know what I’m about to say, Dickless won’t.” Sasuke’s eyes flashed dangerously as he was reffered to, but he still came and sat in the offered simple chair next to Naruto.

It had been fifteen minutes since their hostage’s head had been repositioned. Naruto had finally calmed down and slowly walked over dazed to catch sight of the dead lackey. It wasn’t that the nine-tails container cared that the large man was dead, but the normally hyper blonde was remorseful that more information was not obtained. He had a feeling the Hokage would not be happy with him, so he had to of course make sure that Gorozawa was indeed dead. He now sat at the table with his two equally expressionless comrades.

“If a lackey doesn’t answer the daily phone call from the base the boss sends in a specialized team to retrieve the article that the lackey has failed to retrieve or find. However Smelly unknowingly told us that there is already a team sent out to retrieve Sakura-san. Meaning now that you have killed Smelly, they will probably double their pace and expect a tail on their retrieval mission when he doesn’t answer the phone tonight,” Sai told a confused looking Naruto. “You two may have doomed Haruno-san.” Cheerful pitch off setting the ominous news.

“Don’t say that! Sakura-chan is going to be fine! She’s going to be with those perverts for ten minutes and grab the target and kick ass. You don’t know her like I do. Me and the bastard are going to save her,” Naruto hollered crossly, ever an optimist. “Ne, Teme?” He directed his comment at the silent Uchiha.

“Hn,” The Chidori wielder put in noncommittally, his mind unmistakably on other things. His rival ignored his slight and then verbally attacked his other companion.

“Besides, Asshole you couldn’t have possibly gotten all that out of him! We only interrogated him for twenty minutes tops,” Naruto assessed confusedly. “He didn’t say any of that.” The ever-clueless blonde’s eyes were squinted shut as if thinking back.

“We need to go see Hatake-san,” Sai declared, ignoring his simple golden haired companion. “Since you both killed the informant before he could tell us where the base is, it is extremely important that we focus on Haruno-san. If the people sent to take her cover their tracks well enough we could lose track of Ugly and have nothing to follow to the base. If we can’t find the base the Hag will be stuck there, permanently.” Sasuke had already realized the consequences of killing Gorozawa but Naruto’s face fell when he was notified of the situation.

“Why Kaka-sensei? Why not Tsunade-baa-chan?” The blonde questioned.

“He’s our team leader and also he’s going to need to summon his dogs immediately to begin tracking Sakura-san. If my estimates are correct the team to capture Ugly should be arriving shortly or already here,” Sai’s words seemed to be sensible to Naruto as he bounded out of Sai’s apartment pulling Sasuke with him. The older ink nin was left to consider how quickly Naruto’s mood changed before he followed his teammates to their team leader’s apartment.


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A man with a large sword and filed teeth bypassed the guards of the Konoha gates easily. He smirked as he looked over the blurry picture he had been given of a pretty pink haired girl with green eyes sitting at a bar table with a man chewing on a toothpick. The man glanced at the large number of houses and then smirked again summoning the borrowed chakra into a fingertip and pointing up. The finger was guided by the charka down and far left, pointing just below the Hokage monument. His smirk widened even more as he turned and started moving in that direction.


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