Sorry for the incredibly long wait, everyone. I hope that this chapter makes up for, at least, most of it. (:
Alliances are Formed
After making a run for Konoha, Sakumo began to re-think his battle with Madara Uchiha, the eldest of the Uchiha. While retracing his steps in the fight, the white-haired shinobi was in complete denial; how could Madara still be alive? He had been around during Hashirama Senju, the first Hokage, was still alive. It was believed by all that he had all but perished in a titanic battle at the Valley of the End. This was critical news for the Hokage, and Sakumo was sure that he would be the one to bring it to Minato’s attention.
While he made his way through the dense woodland the two fighters had had their battle in, the Hatake clansman noticed a shadow out of the corner of his eye; he was being followed! Quickly turning the entirety of his body, Sakumo launched a bolt of lightning at the spy, hoping it would be the last of his chakra he’d need for this. As the surge of electricity made contact with the unknown figure, they screamed out in a rack of pain as they fell to the ground.
Making his way towards the shinobi, Sakumo demanded, “Who are you, and why are you following me?” as he pointed his trust sabre at them, the blade glowing a faint white.
Putting their hands in the air as if they had been caught by the police, the unidentified person removed their mask, revealing long, flowing azure-coloured hair. While she combed through it with her fingers, she said, “My name is Hisshi Toriko, and I was sent by the daimyo of the Land of Earth to capture you.”
Lowering his tanto-like weapon ever so slightly, the white-haired shinobi’s face revealed nothing. “What does the Land of Earth want with me?” he asked, the sabre still flowing with his signature white chakra. As he spoke, he contemplated killing the woman; since she was sent to round him up, and possibly torture and kill him for information on the Land of Fire, as that’s all any country did nowadays.
“He told me nothing,” the woman spoke, the tone in her voice making it impossible to read if she was lying or being truthful.
“How can I trust that statement?” Sakumo replied, the trustless shinobi that he was.
Unzipping her flak jacket, Hisshi revealed a rather large pair of breasts, a size of Lady Tsunade’s caliber. As she seductively undressed, she continued to speak to Sakumo. “Well, I can make it worth your while…” she promised, the foolish person that she was.
Immediately after noticing this, the Hatake man pushed the woman back, a look of disgust plastered to his face. “Don’t you dare try and sway me with your body. A real shinobi would never fall for such a devilish trick!” he spat at her, his face still showing a grimace. This was the most disgusting thing a woman could bring herself to do, and she was acting like her body was nothing but a tool to be used by men…
Letting out a large sigh, Hisshi began to recover the articles of clothing she had discarded: her flak jacket, over-shirt and undershirt and, last but not least, her sandals. “I’m sorry! It’s all I ever get from men that live the life of a ninja! So, I’m sorry if I don’t know how else to gain a man’s trust!” she yelled, the beginnings of a tear forming at the base of her large, goldenrod eyes.
“Was she actually crying?” Sakumo asked himself before placing his hand on the azure-haired woman before him. “Now, now… Hisshi, wasn’t it? Not all men are like that, and I’m living proof of that.” he remarked, a slight smile on his face.
Wiping the tears that had already fallen, Hisshi began to form her own smile. Very few, if any, men in all her life had ever treated her in such a kindly manner. Thanking Sakumo, she started to speak, but couldn’t find the right words to say. Standing there, mouth gapped open, Hisshi hoped her former enemy didn’t find her to be dumb as well as emotional.
As the woman before him stood there, awkwardly, the white-haired man let a very noticeable chuckle escape his mind, at which he instantly apologized. Rubbing the back of his head as most do when embarrassed, Sakumo said, “Sorry ’bout that; just couldn’t help myself. Anyways, let’s start over: hi, I’m Sakumo Hatake; and you are?” his arm outstretched.
Letting her own laugh out, the azure-haired woman put out her hand, shaking Sakumo’s as she spoke. “I’m Hisshi Toriko. Nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” the Hatake man replied.
Not knowing what else to say, Hisshi let go of the white-haired man before her’s hand and sat herself down in the grass. “So, I know we only just ‘officially’ met, but I was wondering if perhaps I could join you in Konoha. I honestly hate Iwagakure, and I’d love to be an ally to you. What do ya say?” she asked, a distinct tone of hope in the beautiful woman’s voice.
After giving the subject a moment’s thought, Sakumo silently shook his head, the universal body language used for “yes.”
Completely overjoyed, the azure-haired woman jumped up in the air with glee, the largest smile ever seen plastered across her face. “Oh, thank you, thank you! I promise you won’t regret that decision!” she yelled, unable to contain her excitement. After hearing the Konoha shinobi’s answer, Hisshi grabbed the man by his wrist and began to run at full speed, causing the legendary man to yell, “Slow down there; Konoha will still be there when we get ba–” but his sentence was stopped short by the screams of an infant nearby. Looking at each other for a few seconds, at most, the duo changed direction and follow the sounds of the baby.
Hisshi Toriko: Hisshi Toriko is the Japanese translation of “frantic prisoner.”
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