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-Hashirama; (year) 8, (52 yrs old)-

He trudged along the dirt road, through the gates. His guard immetiadely scattering and securing the perimeter in the process.

He was admittedly tired, not that he could ever show it. Despite the progress he'd made towards establishing order, having managed to initiate the village system. Peace itself seemed further way then ever.

"Hokage-same!" The chunin in charge of Konoha's first graveyard called out before him. A nervous tick to his expression. "Apologies, but a child-"

He waved a hand. "It's fine, my brother personally picked out these men. I am sure they'll manage to keep me safe" He remarked through strained teeth. The chunin before him not batting an eye as he nodded, turning his attention towards the growing crowd instead.

What had caused his injuries hadn't exactly been a secret. Given they'd spread news of their upcoming offer towards unity throughout the entire village. And if the cheering crowd was anything to go by, then Konoha agreed with his decision. And he certainly hoped it would pay off.

If a tailed Beast wasn't enough of a prize to warrant some form of peace in the war-driven world than he wasn't sure what would.

He'd already tried every other avenue.

Favouring his left leg, the Hokage followed along the path. The large stone, meant to signify Konoha's current and future heroes, came into view. And stood just before it was the aforementioned child.

Keeping a few feet between them, the Hokage took to standing beside him. His gaze set on the names. All he recognised.

After a moment of silence, he made to speak up-

"May the sage guide you to a better world-" The child instead chose to speak up at that very moment, his hands palmed before him. The tone and fluency surprising the ninja.

He couldn't have been past his fifth year in the world.

"-and if not, say hi to mother and father for me."

He blinked.

"How old are you?" He almost couldn't help the question.

The child didn't so much as turn towards him. "Lost track. How old are you?"

Funnily enough, Hashirama believed him. Still, the fact there wasn't a single human, not there for him specifically, around told him enough.

"Me too." He grinned, albeit subtly. The child however still refused to show any reaction. "What's your name?" He continued. The earlier, albeit dark, joke suggested he'd had some form of inter-

The child turned around, locking gazes with him in the process. "I haven't picked one yet. You look like you have."

He blinked, the retort taking him by surprise. His gaze focused up, his senses turned alert as they took in the child appraising him. "I am proud of my name." He remarked, not the least bit offended, even if he pretended to be-

"Are you happy about it?"

That... He didn't have a reply for. The man instead electing to stay silent, the child before him not favouring him with another glance as he walked past.

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-Danzo; 18 (Before Hashirama's death, 14 yrs old)-

He scrunched his face up as he appraised the scroll before him. His focus particularly set on the replacement seals meant to replicate Flash Step.

His lamp chose that moment to flicker, his gaze missing a single row in the process. His mind focused on his most recent squabble with Jiraiya. The source of his current project as it were.

Even centuries later, with four different worlds under his belt, it was astounding how easily the others seemed to have it in goading him into stupid ideas.

The idea of course was to prove that he could in fact recreate his 'High-speed bullshit' as Jiraiya liked to call it as a Fuinjutsu scroll. Idly glancing through, albiet carelessly, the entire scroll one more time.

Danzo shrugged and promptly activated it- The sheer size of the drain (In terms of what it was supposed to be at any rate) immediately told him something was wrong-

...

Reopening his eyes, his mind having momentarily chosen to shutdown as the scroll went into effect. He found his body rocketing through the air. His senses barely managed to register a dozen or so signatures, and given the desert in the horizon and the open clearings before him told him-

He was in the border to the Deserts of Suna!

He needed to get a normal hobby.

Forcing his body to twist in the air, to get a clearer view of what was behind him, Danzo creased his expression at the sight of large clouds of mist currently rushing to envelope him.

Great.

Kiri nin.

...

Crash landing into the mist-covered ground, completely wreathed in Haki, Danzo quickly shrugged off the inconvenience and went through half a dozen flash steps.

Having spent approximately ten-minutes in the air, nine of which was in the company of Kirigakure's Silent Killer's mist. The latest meme swordsmen group to come out of said village. he had a fairly good idea on what was going on. And really there was as much good news as there was bad.

Good news, he was in the middle of an ambush, without any allies nearby! Bad news, it wasn't for him.

Idly landing and startling a group of three- one of which immediately tried to stick a kunai into him- Albiet holding off at the last minute the moment the Kunoichi took a look at his face.

Good thing too.

Her kunai would've broken otherwise. Looked brand new.

More good news he gets to meet new strangers SASORI'S family!. Bad news, there was a small chance he was going to humiliate Konoha.

"A- A kid!?"

"Kill him." Another voice, one both familiar and not to his ears. An old(?) woman rapidly appeared from under the cover of mist- Danzo idly noting he seemed to be covered in a genjutsu of sorts.

It was admittedly difficult to remove the image of what the late middle-aged looking kunoichi a few feet away from him was supposed to look like with what his eyes were telling him.

"What?-" The protective woman in front of him, that had moments earlier been about to kill him, stood up and turned her back to him. Both hands spread to the side. "-No! We can't do that!"

"It's a trap!" Danzo' held in the urge to gawk at the sight of the elder woman pinning him with a glare.

"... He does have a Konohan headband. They would've gone for a Sunan one for a trap." Another voice joined the conversation, agreeing with the younger- Danzo had to briefly wonder if Chiyo could read his thoughts, given the sudden vicious look sent his way- woman, a red-haired man; Suna's distinctive tan showing through him. His desert garbs not exactly helping him camouflage in the land of fire. Even if the man didn't keep his headband in plain sight.

And honestly, Danzo would've believed him if not for the fact he was currently stood behind his own mother.

"You married a coward." He deadpanned.

Sasori's mom snorted.

He was so holding that over the brat if/when he got a puppet complex.

"For that alone-" Both Chiyo and her son immediately made to react. The mother however, having noticed the utterly childish look on his face, gave him the benefit of doubt.

"Suna and Konoha should be friends." He held out a single hand.

And while he knew it likely wouldn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things... Unless Chiyo's first impression of him went well, and somehow got enough influence to cause change, it felt good to pretend.

And judging by the smile on Sasori's mother's face.. she agreed, returning the handshake with ease.

"What say you and your family visit Konoha for today?" He quite literally held out the olive branch.

"... Honey, Chiyo-sama-"

"No."

"It's either that or Kiri's latest group of dumbasses." He added on.

"What the child said. And language!" The woman continued without a beat.

Shonen worlds were never going to cease to amaze him. Though he had a feeling the Sasori's needed a vehement lesson on risking all three of a child's only guardians in the future... Unless they already had the brat... In which case... Sasori really never stood a chance.

And so, after a minute of further arguing (And the first of the swordsmen breaking through Chiyo's Genjutsu), he managed to convince the Sasori's to trust him and agree to his latest attempt at teleportation.

Thank every mercy that one worked. Even if it left Chiyo chakra exhausted and in Konoha's care.

He had a feeling Sasori's mother (He should really ask for their names) didn't get along with the woman, given the smile she'd sported at the news.

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-Tsunade; 21(Same time as the Pilot, nine yrs old)

Tsunade kept her back to the wall, her gaze set on the office on the other side. Watching, almost transfixed, as Koharu, at seventeen, commanded ninja twice her age around with naught but a look.

Jiraiya's pacing, the genin's eyes closed, arms crossed, grew in volume, the genin's footsteps echoed around the empty office. His main complaint, other than the potential loss of most of their team (And her remaining family) , been the lack of any details.

Both Koharu and Hiruzen busy with dealing with the simmering civil war.

"You're awfully calm about this." Orochimaru remarked from beside her. The pale-skinned genin almost causing her to jump, having completely forgotten his presence. "Considering what is at stake."

Tsunade shrugged, "Comes with the title,"

Orochimaru raised an eyebrow at the words.

"My first gift into this world was a bounty on my head." She added on, watching as Koharu openly threatened to take off the Uchiha heir's treasured dumbplings.

After a moment of silence, Tsunade gave the other her own question.

"You ever wonder why everyone's scared of Koharu-senpai?" Besides the threats at any rate, which had to be bluffs... Right?

Orochimaru shrugged, "They all think she's got a few screws loose." His words kept to a whisper.

Tsunade tilted her head at the answer, bemusement filling her.

"So does Danzo, and no one's afraid of him."

"Well-"

"I mean sure, some people hate him. There's anger and what not, but fear was never really part of the whole thing. You know?"

"...

Not really." Orochimaru admitted after a moment of thought. "And the reason everyone's afraid of Koharu-senpai as opposed to Danzo-Sensei-"

"...You really don't need to keep adding-"

"Is because Danzo-sensei was always so... Danzo. Koharu-senpai used to be normal." Tsunade quite frankly couldn't imagine such a thing.

"She chose the 'manic' lifestyle."

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-Tsunade; 26, fourteen yrs old-

"Man, I can't wait for chunin..." Jiraiya grumbled, his face turned away from the diaper of nightmares. The genin had his nose firmly turned up.

Idly turning another page, Tsunade stifled the yawn, her body fixing up it's posture in the comfortable sofa.

"No more of this nonsense! We're literally months away from our promotion!"

"...Except, as Jonin, we will have to go through them again."

"Thanks Oro, next time tell me something positive."

"We

could always use the Shimura solution." Tsunade called out to, as expected, deaf ears. Neither Jiraiya nor Orochimaru wanted to copy Danzo. Both for different reasons.

Jiraiya sniffed, the genin regretting the action immediately as she laughed. Orochimaru hid his own snort, the genin was currently going through the client's 'checklist.'

"Freaking hate ninja babies."

Tsunade found herself obscenely glad at having won the small spar. The reward, of course, involved doing absolutely nothing to help with the babysitting gig. Usually considered a D rank, but with the recent in flux of, as Jiraiya so eloquently put it, ninja babies and all the trouble they entailed (Prodigy's in the making), the rank went up a level. Though this particular one was simply ranked due to it's premium pay.

"What did Mina-kun do now?" Tsunade questioned, raising herself off the couch. Despite the freedom to relax for the entire job, she wasn't entirely sure trusting her teammates, particularly Jiraiya, with child care was a good idea.

Especially Jiraiya.

"He spelt a bad word with his ****." The genin blinked at finding his last word silenced, the home's censor-seals working perfectly.

Tsunade on the other hand immediately settled back down on the couch. The fourteen year old electing to ignore the urge to pummel her teammate.

"Jiraiya what the- What!?" Orochimaru's voice filtered through, the genin having moved towards the giggling child.

Minato stuck his head out of his crib, curiosity blazing in his eyes, within reach of the only responsible ninja there(Herself).

"...It's not actually human **** you know?"

She honestly didn't want to know.

"I had it stored in a seal-"

There was something deeply wrong with her teammate.

"Jiraiya... You need to learn the meaning of boundaries." Orochimaru stated, disapproval lining his face.

...

"So." Orochimaru started, crashing into the sofa with a releived sigh, Tsunade's form turned the slightest to give him room. The energetic Namikaze and Sannin fast asleep.

"So." Tsunade repeated.

"Not going to ask what he did with-"

"Nope."

"Not even why?"

Tsunade frowned at the question, lowering the book in her hands. Her gaze locked to the other. The genin currently gazing about the spaceious living room.

"He's immature. Nothing else to it, Oro."

"Don't you think it odd?"

Tsunade blinked, idly raising herself up into a seated position on the other side of the sofa.

"Wealth, influence and time. The Namikaze's have plenty of each. And yet here we are babysitting their heir for them."

"So? My family did the same for me."

"Except your parents were dead. Your guardians; the leaders of the village. And so had reason enough not to be there."

"Ninjas are busy Oro, it doesn't mean we should fill their homes up with ****-"

"The Inuzuka would certainly not notice."

Tsunade rolled her eyes, focusing her attention back on her book, a comic based around one of the many Heriones inspired by the new comic serial.

"'Side's, if we are going to, we ought to start with the Hyuuga and their enslavement."

"Or the Uchiha and their mental abuse. I dare say one day one of their own will finally crack and wipe them all out."

"Really puts Konoha's orphanages under a different light doesn't it?" Tsunade considered. "Probably one of the warmest places in the village." (In terms of affection for Ninja)

Orochimaru's expression opened into a small smile, a single nod allowed. "I- We have the first Hokage's changes to thank for that." He remarked, referring to himself and Jiraiya. "You were practically raised by Danzo, weren't you?"

Tsunade grinned. "He was my sitter for six years straight. And I turned out great!"

Orochimaru, after a moment of consideration, shrugged. "I suppose that would explain his experience in dealing with Jiraiya and I."

"For an upbringing, He was one of the better options. Certainly more fun than uncle-Tobi."

"...Danzo Shimura; S Rank babysitter. What a world."

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