"Naruto, I'm gonna knock your head clean off your shoulders!"

"That's gross, Sakura-chan!"

"Shit! Dobe, stop riling her up while I'm in range of her fists!"

"Then get out of range, Teme! Do you want to get tagged?"

Kakashi sighed as he watched his kids try their absolute best to beat the stuffing out of each other, completely content with the world. After a lot of trail and error, it seemed he'd finally hit the jackpot on a winning strategy as far as training was concerned.

He'd been more than a little stumped on what to do at first, if he was being honest.

Kakashi had always been a genius. He'd been referred to as such since before he could remember which, with his memory, was truly saying something. He'd always been capable of grasping ideas and concepts quickly, sometimes before they could even really be fully taught to him. He was capable of setting records with his ascent through the shinobi ranks and it wasn't arrogance to say that, besides the Hokage and Guy when he's opened his Gates, Kakashi may well be the strongest in the village at the moment.

That being said, he'd never quite been the most creative.

He could come up with solid strategies on the fly, true, could improvise on missions if he had to. He never would've made it passed the rank of chunin if he hadn't been capable of at least that, let alone allowed to lead his own ANBU team. But things like that were second nature to him and weren't really what he'd consider "creativity" anyway.

There was a reason he'd only been able to go so far while learning fuinjutsu, despite having Namikaze Minato as his teacher. There was a reason that, despite his reputation of being able to perform over a thousand jutsu, he'd only ever personally created one of them.

Kakashi was not a creative person by nature, not in the way Minato-sensei had been and certainly not in the Naruto now was.

By their second week in the past, though, Kakashi had begun to scrap together every ounce of creativity within him for his students' training.

It wasn't that they needed incentive; if anything, they needed incentive to stop. Each of them were more than capable of running themselves into the ground, tiring themselves to the point of utter exhaustion, and forcing their bodies to keep going anyway. True, that particular time arrived a lot sooner now-a-days but the point remained: if left to their own devices, the members of Team 7 would train until they literally dropped.

So, Kakashi thought long and hard for a solution and finally landed on this: games. After all, for all they were stubborn to the point of insanity, they were also ridiculously competitive. And for there to be a clear winner the game actually had to end, and not because they'd all passed out.

He could tell that they were skeptical at first. Their team had trained together in a multitude of ways, from simple sparring and exercises to running fake missions, but they'd never done anything like this. Already forced to readjust to bodies much younger than they were used to and the lowered expectations to match them, he could see that they thought he was simply treating them like children and they weren't pleased about it.

This suspicion lasted for less than a day, of course. Kakashi had no idea how to treat children, didn't even really have personal experience to pull from. His way of treating them like kids was basically how he'd acted the first time around: not taking them seriously or giving them the training they needed because he thought they couldn't handle it. And that obviously hadn't worked out. No point in making the same mistake twice.

Their days started with warm-ups and the usual exercises. Running laps followed by sit-ups, push-ups, squats and lunges followed by more laps followed by katas followed by yet more laps. Really, it was the easiest way to build stamina, which they all sorely needed, especially Sakura. The number of laps he required them to finish differed between each, of course, at least for now, with Naruto's being the most and Sakura's being the least, a fact she'd scowled thunderously over but hadn't complained about.

Next came taijutsu training, where they rotated opponents for an hour and a half. Whoever had the least wins by the end was tasked with buying lunch.

(And, oh, how he'd delighted in their reactions to that little tidbit. Their tiny faces had been so indignant before that inherent competitiveness had kicked in. Because this was a bet and there was no way any of them were backing down from that.

Really, his cute little students made it so easy and yet they wondered why he continued to terrorize them like this.)

After a filling lunch, usually provided by an infuriated Sakura, came their daily mission. The regulars of the Mission Assignment Desk had stopped raising their eyebrows at the speed with which they tended to blow through whatever they'd been assigned, probably just chalking it up to them having the Hatake Kakashi teaching them, nevermind the fact that perpetual tardiness was one of the staples he was best known for.

At least the Hokage looked supremely pleased with how Team 7 was seemingly progressing.

And this was where his creativity had been forced to be applied. Because at first, after missions, he'd assign more laps and exercises until it was time to go home for dinner. At least, that was his plan. Because that's how he'd always trained, after all, and so he hadn't seen anything wrong with it.

Naive of him, really.

Because it was so, so easy to lose yourself like that, especially when you were working with as much determination (desperation) as his students were. After all, hadn't he been the same, once upon a time? After he'd lost Obito, he couldn't remember the number of times he'd woken up on the training field while being healed by a somber Rin and a concerned but resigned Minato. Because he'd needed to be stronger, better, because he had to protect what he had left, couldn't lose anyone else.

His students were working with a very similar mentality. After all, they knew what was coming for them, some threats much sooner than others. And they had to be ready. They couldn't afford to take it easy; there was a very real possibility that the world would literally end if they did.

And so, instead of the reasonable hour he'd assumed they'd stop at, they pushed on into the late hours of the night, long after darkness had fallen, refusing to listen when he'd advised against such a thing. He'd sighed, had let them do as they wished, and had figured that they'd learn their lesson when they woke up to abysmally sore bodies the next day.

Except they hadn't. Regardless of the fact that he knew they had to have been in pain (except for Naruto, the cheater), even after Sakura's light healing of them, they'd done the same thing the following night. And the night after that.

Impressed by her progress he may have been, Haruno Kizashi was extremely unimpressed to have his daughter returned home exhausted to the point of unconsciousness three nights in a row.

And what was he supposed to do? Knock them out early enough to avoid it? He could, but he was sure their revenge over such an act would make it less than worth it. Punish them? All he could really think of to punish them with was more training, which was the opposite of what they needed. Make it an order? They'd listen, would go home, and would then train on their own until they reached the same result, he just knew it.

Hence, creativity.

There were a lot of games that shinobi parents taught their children in an effort to begin training them young while also allowing them their childhood. Kakashi had never personally participated in such games, and found them to be beneath his dignity even when he'd been nothing more than an arrogant pup, but that didn't mean he hadn't been witness to his classmates playing them during the lone year he'd spent at the Academy. All he had to do was up the ante a little.

Or a lot, as it were.

He started with Ninja Tag, reveling in the disbelieving looks his students had thrown his way. Unlike the child version, however, his included live weaponry and the occasional jutsu, not to mention the fact that it took place solely in the trees; to touch the ground at any point was instant disqualification. Next came Hide and Seek, as the clumsiness of their limbs made them loud enough in the woods to make him cringe, except discovery was followed by combat and capture instead of simple tagging. After that came Blind Man's Bluff, since Hide and Seek had revealed that their senses had taken a definite hit and enhancing them with chakra could only take them so far.

That was about as far as his knowledge in schoolyard games went and he found himself hesitant to ask after ideas from his students. After all, neither of the boys had had what could be called a normal childhood and, from what he'd gathered, Sakura hadn't had many friends growing up besides the Yamanaka heir.

Still, for now, he was content with what they had. And his students seemed to feel the same, if their current bout through the trees was any indication.

"You're dead! You're both dead!"

"Way to go, Dobe! If she kills me I'm going to haunt you!"

"Hey! That's not something to joke about, you know ghosts freak me out!"

It was adorable, how well they got along. Almost enough to bring a tear to his eye.

Kakashi sighed as they moved steadily further away from him, Sakura's incoherent screeching and Naruto's goading laughter echoing through the otherwise silent forest, and he took just a moment to bask in this success before leaping after them.

After all, it'd be a real shame to have to look the Hokage in the eyes and explain how his students had murdered each other over a children's game.

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Sakura was trying really hard not to drag her feet but she was pretty sure that she was failing.

It had been almost three weeks since they'd officially been made Team 7 (again). And still, she woke up every day expecting to still be an eighteen-year-old jounin, not a kid who was barely a genin.

Her father thought her progress was border-line miraculous. He'd commented on it often, crowing with pride over his genius daughter, making jokes about his own permanent genin status. Her mother had huffed, pursed her lips and hadn't responded much beyond a nod of acceptance. Sakura wasn't surprised, though. Haruno Kizashi had never been able to attain chunin rank, though not for lack of trying, while Mebuki had never been a shinobi to begin with.

Her mother had needed a lot of persuasion to give permission for Sakura to attend the Academy. Her dad had been all for it but Mebuki was a civilian, born and raised, and as such had a much different outlook on the life of a ninja, even after having seen it through being the spouse of one.

But Sakura was their little girl and the only real experience her mother had with raising one was her own upbringing, hence the dresses and long, pretty hair that Sakura had taken so much pride in at this age. It wasn't just because Sasuke liked long hair (which, she had no idea how she could've been so smart and yet so gullible. At this age, Sasuke didn't like anything that didn't help him to get stronger.) but because it was something she and her mother could talk about and bond over.

As such, her mom hadn't really known how to react to all of the sudden changes Sakura had been making lately, to her hair and her clothes and now her diet and fitness. But she was still trying to be supportive, as much as she could be, and Sakura was beyond grateful for it.

One thing her parents were definitely not being supportive on, however, was Sasuke. Or, more specifically, her overnight stays at his house.

She couldn't really blame them. In their eyes, she was a twelve-year-old girl spending the night at a boy's house with no supervision whatsoever. It didn't matter that, in the eyes of the village, she was an adult from the moment she was given her Hitai-ate; she was their little girl, their precious daughter, and they were suspicious of anything that might damage her virtue. And they knew very well how she'd felt about the Uchiha. Sakura was fairly sure the entire village knew how she'd felt about the Uchiha.

Mentioning that Naruto was also there would've likely only made everything worse and so she'd kept that bit to herself. They'd been leery when they'd found out he'd been assigned to her team, as they had been last time around, but, like before, they hadn't done more than tell her to be careful. It had still hurt to hear that kind of fear from them when in reference to the bright ball of sunshine that was Naruto. It was just another thing she'd been blind to at this age. They'd never been horrible to Naruto, not like so many others in the village, but warning her away from him was still bad enough. By the time she'd found out about his jinchūriki status, had made the connection between that and the treatment he received, her parents had long-since grown used to him. Now, that was no longer the case.

Sakura didn't want to hate or dislike her parents, not the way she couldn't help but feel against the others that treated Naruto so horribly. Maybe it was selfish, she didn't know. But she just couldn't bring herself to feel those kinds of ugly emotions towards them.

Naruto wouldn't want her to, anyways.

Still, she had lost some respect for them because of it. As such, their attempts to scold her for staying overnight at a boy's house didn't have quite the impact it might have otherwise done. She still acted repentant, apologized for not letting them know beforehand and for worrying them, but refused to agree not to do it again.

She didn't have to go over there every night, she knew. Sasuke would never ask for it, would never expect it, but that was besides the point. Naruto had nobody living with him, had no curfews to meet, and would gladly spend every free minute of his life at the Uchiha compound if that's what Sasuke needed.

Still, there were going to be bad nights, nights when images of death would plague her dreams and she'd see her teammates dead and gone, the world left to rot to Kaguya's reign, or arriving at the Valley of the End too late, always too late, and finding them bled out.

She wouldn't be able to stay in her childhood home with visions like that dancing behind her eyelids. Promising otherwise would be nothing but a lie.

"Pick those feet up, Sakura," Kakashi-sensei's voice drawled from up in the tree she was passing under and she complied instantly, even though doing so only made them burn worse. "Three more laps."

Sakura didn't waste her breath in replying. She'd been keeping a very careful count in her head, so she knew that she actually only had two left of the number he'd assigned at the start. She also knew that pointing this out would get her nowhere, had learned such when she'd been doing this the first time around, though that number had been much, much smaller than the one she was working on now.

Back then, it had been 5 laps around the training grounds. Now it was thirty.

She knew, logically, that she was progressing quickly. Her father's reactions and her own building stamina and muscle-mass told her as much. And with the addition of the revamped ninja games that Kakashi-sensei had added to their afternoon training her speed and stealth had progressed drastically, as well. It was still far too slow for her liking, though.

Especially when Naruto and Sasuke would pass her, going at a clip she couldn't hope to match, while on a lap numbering in the forties.

Or maybe, for Naruto, even in the fifties.

Feeling a renewed rush of determination she grit her teeth, lifted her feet, and picked up the pace. Kakashi-sensei had said three more laps. She'd make it four.

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"Danzo has to die."

Absolute silence met Sasuke's proclamation, not that he was surprised. What was surprising was the fact that Naruto hadn't instantly jumped straight into yelling objections.

They'd been in the past for three weeks now and they'd only just found the matrix for the Uchiha compound's privacy seal the day before. Not that Sasuke had been looking all that hard for it, even knowing that he should.

He'd never come across it in all the years he'd been living here alone before, which honestly should've been his first clue as to its location. The only areas he'd absolutely refused to enter as a child were his brother's room and his parent's. It only made sense that his father would want such a thing close at hand in case of an emergency, seeing as how the security seals had been tied into it as well. And what better place for it than the Clan Head's room?

And Sasuke might not be that little boy anymore, the one who wore anger like a cloak to hide all the wrenching loneliness and unending heartache that was buried deep within, and he might have been able to find some measure of peace over the tragedy that had been his family's end, but some things still felt sacred in his mind.

His parents room had been one of those things.

Still, this was important and he could only use exhaustion from training as an excuse for so long. They may have felt okay discussing certain things carefully out in the open but this was one talk that they needed to be absolutely certain no passing ears could overhear.

As he proved quite plainly with his opening statement.

And really, it said something when none of his teammates were objecting.

Oh, Naruto definitely looked like he wanted to, looked like he was desperately trying to come up with some other option, but there wasn't one and they all knew it.

And it wasn't even Sasuke's still smoldering anger that led him to thinking it, because he'd already gotten his revenge on the bastard, already knew how it felt to take his life in recompense for all the death, all the pain, all the agony he'd caused him, his clan, his brother to feel. No, this was for something else entirely.

"That man has his nose in everything, played a role in every horrific thing that has happened or will happen, will take advantage of any moment of weakness to gain control of Konoha. He's strong, he has an army and he's convinced that what he's doing is for the good of the village. He won't stop. And the Sandaime won't stop him."

Naruto visibly grit his teeth, his eyes growing dark with pain at a hard choice made, resignation drawing his mouth down into a frown far more harsh than anything Sasuke had seen on his face at this age, at least until they'd met each other at the Valley.

"And that army isn't even his, not really. They're just kids that he broke and molded into whatever he wanted," Sakura cut in unexpectedly, and Sasuke darted a glance at her, took in the tension in her frame, the way her fists were coiled together on the table to keep them from lashing out, and blinked in slight surprise. Because Sakura had anger issues, that was well known, but she was usually quick to ignite and quick to burn but this here was fury, was a rage that simmered slowly and kept on burning until it could be fully quenched. Sasuke knew that kind of hatred intimately, had lived with it for the vast majority of his life, but had never thought he'd see it reflected so clearly in one of his teammates.

It was... unnerving.

"The things that man did to them," she bit out, closing her eyes as if against the very horror of it, and of course she would've seen the aftermath. She was one of Tsunade's most trusted, the woman's disciple and the only person alive, barring Shizune, that could ever hope to match up to the Godaime's medical prowess. And when they'd become saddled with what was likely dozens of brainwashed operatives after the Elder's untimely demise, of course she would've been called on to help heal and reintegrate them.

Danzo was a man who could order the deaths of hundreds of people, members of his own village, down to the youngest infant, with no hesitation and could plant the burden of it on the shoulders of a thirteen-year-old boy, and then could turn around a desecrate the bodies, could steal from them and implant parts of them into his own body and could live easily having done so.

Sasuke had no wish to know what else the man could condone, what he was capable of doing to his own people, people who would have had their ability to refuse or fight back taken from them.

"Sometimes there aren't any easy choices," Kakashi cut in before she could continue and Sasuke could only be grateful. If the grimace on Naruto's face was any indication, the blond felt the same and was ashamed for it. "Sometimes, bad people just don't give you a choice. Madara was the same, as was Kaguya."

"But that was different!" Naruto burst out, finally unable to hold his tongue. "Madara was already dead and we sealed Kaguya!"

"And if killing them had been our only option?" Kakashi asked mildly, and to anyone who didn't know him it probably would've come off as cruel and uncaring in the face of Naruto's blatant difficulty and pain in accepting such a thing, but they all knew better. This was their teacher, right now, their team leader, and he was trying to help Naruto come to terms with the choice they'd all already made.

Because Sasuke had no qualms over killing the bastard, had done it once before and was more than willing to do it again. Sakura was a trained Medic, and while she was charged with saving lives she was by no means a stranger to death, far from it, and she valued life enough to want someone who disregarded it so callously stopped. And Kakashi had been in ANBU for years, was a legend even still when Sasuke had joined.

But Naruto was different, always had been. For all the pain he'd been made to go through growing up, he was inherently optimistic, was bright and cheerful and could smile even in the darkest of times. He was so pure, that was the only way Sasuke could think to describe him, like a child but that was wrong because he'd never had the eyes of one. He wasn't a stranger to darkness but he'd never let it touch him, not like it had Sasuke.

Asking Naruto to willfully plot the death of somebody, even someone as horrible as Danzo, was like asking the sun to extinguish, like asking birds not to fly and the Earth not to spin. It was the most difficult thing they ever could've asked him to agree to, by far.

And yet, still, Sasuke refused to take it back because some things had to be done, even if they were hard, even if they were ugly. But...

"Kakashi and I can do it," he offered and if his twelve-year-old self had ever used such a gentle tone with the Dobe he would've immediately set himself on fire afterwards but Sasuke didn't care.

The only adult among them, physically at least, met his eyes from across the table and offered a single, resolute nod.

"No." Naruto's voice was ragged, pained, and Sasuke opened his mouth prepared to argue because this had to be done, when the blond continued in a tone that brooked no arguments. "I'm not going to just close my eyes and pretend like it's not happening. I'm not gonna sit here and plan this and leave you to bloody your hands for it alone. To do that would make me no better than him."

Naruto almost looked on the verge of tears, compromising his morals in such a harsh way, but he also looked determined and resolute and ready to follow through on his word, no matter what it cost him to do so.

Sasuke had never been more proud of him or more regretful at the decisions he was constantly forced to face.

Maybe one day they'd once again have that peace they'd tentatively found at the end of the Fourth War. For Naruto's sake, he desperately hoped so.

In the meantime, they had an assassination to plot.

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Kakashi, once again, cursed himself for being a coward.

He stood (he wasn't lurking, no matter what Sasuke had accused earlier that day) across the road from the entrance to the Jounin Standby Station which, in reality, was really nothing more than a lounge complete with a fully stocked bar and booths decked out with the best privacy seals on hand.

Why was he just standing there, you may ask?

Well, easy, it was because one Sarutobi Asuma was currently in said building, laughing along to some story Genma was telling, arm thrown easily over Kurenai's shoulders, looking so very young.

And, most importantly, looking alive.

Kakashi had a hard time facing up to the deaths of his comrades, anyone who knew him knew as much. Out of them all, Asuma's had been one of the easiest for him to face. Not because he didn't care, or because they weren't friends, because they were and he did.

But because Asuma had left behind a team that had needed guidance, had needed support, and Kakashi hadn't had the time to break down and mourn his loss when he had kids to look after, when he had a distraught and pregnant Kurenai to check up on, when he had the Akastuki and Naruto to worry about.

Things had gone so quickly, then, just fight after fight after fight, mission after mission, and then suddenly the dead were rising and a war was waging and his best friend wasn't as dead as he'd spent the last decade thinking and there was a literal god to deal with.

Once he'd finally had the chance to take a breath and look at the losses, Asuma hadn't been the only name on the list and by-far hadn't been the most recent. It'd been so long that the grief had mellowed into the low-level ache he knew from experience would never really go away.

And Kakashi had felt guilty for that, as ridiculous as it may have been. Because Asuma deserved the pain, the anguish that his passing should have put Kakashi through. He deserved more than to just fade into the background simply because there'd been more important things going on.

Maybe it was illogical, but the guilt of it remained, regardless.

And yet here Kakashi stood, years in the past and looking on through a window as Asuma threw his head back in a belly-laugh, Kurenai giggling at his side, both looking vibrant and carefree and so, so alive.

How was he supposed to face them? He'd let them both down so spectacularly. Asuma had died and Kurenai had been left to raise their child alone. How could he walk in there and converse with them while knowing that?

How could he look into Asuma's eyes and not see his face, bloody and pale in death?

"You know, somehow I always seem to forget just how angsty you are," a voice announced cheerfully from his side and he startled, glancing down to meet Sakura's green eyes. She gazed back evenly, her face somber despite the lightness of her words. "They probably already know you're out here, that you've been out here for the last week, and they're going to start to get suspicious soon. Aren't you the one who lectured us about avoiding that?"

Kakashi grumbled. He hated it when they threw his words back in his face like that.

Sakura cocked her head, considering. "He's alive. He's alive and he's happy and we have the chance to keep it that way. Ino's never gonna have to bury her sensei, not like that, not as long as I can help it."

Her voice was steel as she said the words, meaning every single one of them, and Kakashi sighed.

"Yeah," he agreed, because he'd do everything in his power to make sure of it, too, but, "that doesn't mean I don't see him dying every time I look at him."

If Sakura had really been as young as she looked, he never would've admitted to as much. Hell, even when she'd been sixteen, seventeen, he wouldn't have even hinted at it. But they'd fought a war together, had watched their comrades get mowed down like they were nothing, had been forced to stand on the side-lines, almost dead weight, liabilities as Naruto and Sasuke faced off against a god to determine the fate of the world.

They'd reached an understanding in that time with each other and clearly it had carried over into the past with them.

"And I see Ino and Chouji sobbing at his grave, Shikamaru cold and closed down, Kurenai-sensei devastated. I see Neji dead and Guy-sensei crippled and so, so many others torn to shreds. I've passed so many shinobi that I recognize from my operating table and some of them I was able to save but most of them I wasn't. And I see them and I think about how they looked when they died and I keep going."

Sakura held his gaze and he swallowed with some difficulty. Because what he saw there wasn't pity. It wasn't sympathy or scorn. This wasn't her way of telling him to get over it, this was her way of telling him to move on. This was understanding.

"They're alive now, all of them. We have a chance to keep it that way."

"We don't have much time." And they didn't, not really. There was a reason his kids had tried their best to run themselves into the ground, after all. "The Chunin Exams is in five months."

"Then we need to be ready," Sakura shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, though he could see the way her eyes tightened at the words. Then she quirked a smile at him. "And we're not the only ones. It might be a good idea for some joint training don't you think?"

Kakashi sighed. He'd lost and he knew it. If he kept avoiding Asuma now, not only would Sakura (and Sasuke and maybe even Naruto) judge him for it, he'd also be putting Team 10 in danger by denying them the training they needed. Sage, but did his kids know how to hit below the belt.

"What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you lot supposed to be grocery shopping for a client?" He asked in a blatant change of subject, narrowing his eyes when Sakura only blinked up at him innocently. That look hadn't worked on him when they'd actually been twelve. "Sakura, where are your teammates?"

"Well, we were just concerned about you is all. You've been stalking Asuma-sensei for awhile now, lurking around corners. And you're making Naruto sad!"

Kakashi winced because she actually sounded quite upset about that last bit and he couldn't blame her. Naruto had been pretty down ever since they'd all agreed that Danzo was a dead man walking and they'd all been going out of their way to cheer the blond up, even Sasuke.

"I was not lurking!" He asserted, regardless. "And don't think I didn't notice how you avoided actually answering the question. Where are they?"

"Oh, we just decided to take him for ramen to cheer him up a bit," she admitted easily. Too easily, based on the mischief in her eyes. "But it was your fault, you know, so it's only fair."

"What's fair?" Dread was pooling in his gut and a part of him wasn't sure if he actually wanted the answer to that.

"Why, you're paying, of course," the pinkette lifted her hand, his wallet on clear display, and was around the corner and gone before he could do more than gape at her. For a second he only stared at where she'd been standing because he hadn't noticed her take his wallet. Had he really been that preoccupied with his thoughts (not angsting, damn it!) or had those stealth training games been a bit more effective than he'd thought?

Either way, she had his wallet.

And was currently heading to the ramen shop with it, where a bottomless pit awaited.

Shit.

"Sakura! Get back here!"

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A/N: This chapter is kind of all over the place? Sorry?

I've had all the separate sections written for a while now, though they've all changed a lot, and I was trying to fit them together better but it just wasn't happening. And I have finally given up. It's been over a year, I'm done with this chapter, I'm moving on now lmao

I liked the idea of turning games into training. I like it even more when it's intense, extremely competitive, violent training. And you can't tell me it'd be anything else, not with those three. The idea of it is just hilarious to me. Maybe down the line I'll take the time to actually write it in. I tried with this chapter, I swear I did, but it just didn't work, so. We'll see.

A lot of people joke about Sasuke being the angsty member of Team 7 and they're not wrong but Kakashi definitely gives him a run for his money lbr

Anyway, I hope you liked it, sorry for the wait, hopefully the next update doesn't take me a year and a half oops

To all those who left reviews, y'all are the best! Thank you!