#hellspath

Thank you, old man Gaara is very near and dear to my heart bc he deserves a long happy life and to retire after all he’s been through and all that he has done and changed. 

Tsunade felt overwhelmed, as if she had regained and lost someone close. It was too painful to see again the face of Jiraiya, the young Jiraiya from her youth, and to know that this person is not only not Jiraiya, but also not even her friend, and even more so Konoha. But he asked her for help. She could not refuse him.

"Yes, it might help."

She will not forgive the person who dared to clone Jiraiya. It's unforgivable! She will do everything to find this person and kill him. Jiraiya would not want to come back to life just to become an enemy of Naruto. No.

Tsunade examined his hand. The wound was serious and if he turned to someone weaker, he could be left without an arm. She can fix it. She also had more complicated cases.

"I can heal your hand. It will take some time to recover, but the hand will be saved. However ..."

Irritation got the better of her. Why should she accept this as normal? Why should she even help the enemy? On the other hand, Koji can be useful to everyone.

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I figured a way to specify :3 (Otherwise It’s me for bold)

My muse(s): Mikoto (Bold) | Kushina (Italicized) | Rin Nohara (Strike though) | *Ren Uzumaki* (* *)

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“ if we get stuck out here, we’re gonna fucking freeze. ”

In the Land of Snow, the search for the assassins that had attempted to assassinate Mito was harder than initially believed. In sending the most gifted sensors in the world to be the bloodhounds that captured them, it seemed like a simple enough objective. One that wouldn't require as much effort as it had, but if Madara's theory was correct, then they weren't ordinary assassins but disciples of Lord Mu, the only man in the world capable of cancelling his chakra signature to a degree that no human was normally capable of. It was why tracking them had been intolerably difficult thus far, but a task they had to see through lest they make an attempt on the pair's son next.

In squalls of white that lambasted their vantage point, the two of them trudged through the snow in a blizzard that whipped their mantles and armor pieces with a dull clangor. Madara paused in consideration, watching as Tobirama seemed to struggle considerably more than he ought to. It was likely due to his inability to tolerate extreme cold that he struggled more than the average person; Madara had to be a furnace in comparison, grudgingly halted as he realized that Tobirama's demise would spell trouble for them both.

"...Get over here," Madara ordered the Senju tersely, but not cruelly. With his Susano'o did skeletal, chakric hands create an artificial enclosure for them both, unclipping his mantle that seemed to serve as a blanket better, encouraging the taller man to sit at his side, thigh-to-thigh. Though neither seemed happy with the arrangement, the understanding of survival had a rung above their deeply mired conflict. With said mantle pulled over their shoulders, and the Susano'o canceling some of the raging winds, it was a better shelter than it might've otherwise been.

It had already been a few days, since Madara had attacked the village, causing fear and even a bit of chaos in the structure within. Mostly between the Uchiha and the Senju, whose bond seemed to have weakend with that event. No, it didn't just seem like it, Kagami felt that it was weakened... Tobirama had gotten stand-offish again, towards him, which hurt.. Since his team in general still was praised by him.

Which didn't count for him anymore, since that day.

Tobirama still acknowledges him, mumbled him a dry `thanks´ when Kagami returned with sucessful missions but he missed the interactions they had before. It almost felt close, it almost felt like... there could be something blossoming but just like that, the little flowerbud was trampled down, destroying the position he had in one swift motion.

Now.. It didn't really made him feel confident to return with a failed mission. An important mission. Tobirama had been clear about that `failing is no option´ with that specific task and usually, Kagami sucessfully carried out assassinations. He was infamous for the quick deaths he delivered without no one even having seen his form, but this time was different. It was an ambush and he wasn't sure if that really now was a trap, or if he just had a lot of bad luck.

Luckily though, he was able to keep his face hidden behind his Owl-mask.

Coming to a halt infront of Tobiramas office, he took a deep breath, gathering himself before he rapped his knuckles over the smooth, wooden surface. Waiting until he heard an approving sound from the other side, he entered, closing the door behind him before he kneeled respectfully on the spot before the desk.

"I have returne, Tobirama-Sama. And I also have the mission report finished, if you would like to see it now." it kinda hurt to be so formal again, yet the Senju didn't accept anymore how Kagami adressed him before. Carefully he placed the scroll with his report on the edge of the desk, getting back into the crouch quickly to keep his respectful stance.

Omg, hi Nox ilu <3

I love doing graphics in PS, they're fun!

KAIJU. I especially love the ones in Pacific Rim & the Monsterverse (Godzilla, King Kong, etc)--

Nature, I just love being outside. *v*

The success & friends I've been making in the Naruto fandom outside of RP. It feels more difficult, but is super rewarding ;u;

unprompted ask ( yay my first fugaku ask!) / @hellspath

"Yamanaka-san," Fugaku says not as a greeting but a statement. The head of the Yamanaka clan in his office, he can only assume it's official business. Closing the scroll on his desk, he slips it into his drawer which he seals with a small pulse of his chakra.

Actions Meme : for the sender to cover the receiver with a blanket!

Sakura fights sleep off desperately as she rubs her eyes to keep awake. Just one more page, she tells herself over and over. Like a mantra, hoping by her doing so is enough to keep her mind awake and push through.

Writing research data on Kara; the clones and technology -- every little thing Koji knows has been shared verbally. But as the head of Konoha's Medicine, it is her task to put everything into writing. At least, on areas directly in line with her field.

But it was the discussion around the connection of the byakugou and kama that had Sakura forming her eyebrows to a tight knot. Not that she is against the possible connection but wondering how to unravel the mystery without analysing somebody who has it.

And by far, it is just her and Tsunade bearing the mark of the Strength of a Hundred Seals.

Feeling her head pounding again, she massaged her temples, before allowing sleep to take over her body this time. Dozing off as her head lies on top of her desk.