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"Jir-" Tsuyo began, before her brother cut in.
"WHO ARE YOU!?" Saiato shouted, standing up and spinning around in a quick movement which pushed his chair to the ground. "YOU'RE DEAD! You're not my brother, so don't even try to fake it! My brother's dead, and nothing you can do will change that; tell me who you are and what you want, and get out of here!"
The man closed his eyes softly chuckled. "Oh Saiato... So naïve... You haven't changed a bit. You couldn't honestly believe Uzumaki Jiraiya could be killed by a mere fifty fodder ninja, do you?"
"So you're alive..." Tsuyo breathed.
"Then it's settled," Konohamaru said, standing from his seat between the other two elders. "The three siblings are here, so they shall compete for the title of Hokage."
Saiato glared at his siblings, his eyes shifting from one to the other, wondering who he was mad at more. Tsuyo was leaned back in her chair, examining her fushia nails, a sly smile on her face.
"Tsuyo thinks she can leave for twenty years, come back, and just get the title of Hokage? I'll show her! She's gunna wish those ninja got lost and never brought her back to the village she deserted..." Tsuyo then shifted his eyes to his older brother, who was still standing in the doorway, somehow looking both both as if he couldn't care less, and determined to crush his siblings dreams of succeeding their father.
"Jiraiya... Father's favorite, taking on his sensei and godfather's name. You were always powerful, and now we learn that you could escape death so narrowly that no one knows for nearly sixteen years. What a tragedy it was... Daddy's litle girl leaving home, and then his eldest and favorite son dieing just four years later. I was the only one left; I was the one who father poured sixteen years worth of personal training into. You two better watch out..."
"But now we have a small problem," Sakura started. "These two don't have places to stay..."
"Girls," Saiato said, stepping into his house. "We have some company."
"Who is it?" Saiato's seventeen-year-old daughter, Keshi, asked, stepping into the entrance-way.
"So you have a daughter, Saiato," Tsuyo said, placing her bags on the ground. "Hi sweetie, I'm your aunt Tsuyo."
"Aunt? You mean dad's sister?"
"Keshi, your aunt Tsuyo-"
"Left the village about twenty years ago, I know. This is the first time I've met someone from your side of the family, other than grandpa."
"Here's your second," came another voice as Jiraiya stepped through the doorway.
"YOU!" Without warning, Keshi leapt through the air, drawing a sword whose sheath was hidden beneath her shirt, and tackled her uncle back outside.
"Keshi!" Saiato said, stepping outside.
"What's gotten into her?" Tsuyo asked, following her brothers.
"What's going on?" Saiato's wife stepped outside with her youngest daughter close behind as her eldest daughter grappled Jiraiya to the ground.
"What are you doing!?" Saiato yelled at her.
"He's dead, and now those people who attacked us before are trying to trick us with his face!" she responded.
"I am myself, little girl," Jiraiya said, suprisingly calm for a man with a sword at his throat. "And I'll prove it."
Jiraiya closed his eyes for a moment, and then they snapped open, an aura of energy pushing Keshi through the air. Jiraiya then stood up, orange circles around his eyes.
"You foolish girl... I am your uncle Jiraiya, the Thrid Toad Sage."
As Jiraiya stood up, Keshi landed in a crouched position like a cat ready to pounce, skidding backwards with her sword hand gripped tight and parralell to the ground. She then leapt forwards, thrusting her sword towards her uncles chest. Jiraiya, however, simply swiped his hand towards the sword, his Senjutsu chakra extending the reach of his palm to knock the sword aside while it was still a good half a foot away.
"You don't want to fight me, that I can guarantee. I can beat you silly without touching you."
"Jiraiya!" Saiato said, getting defensive of his daughter. But she held up a manicured hand to stop her father, and chuckled, her face angled to the ground.
"You think you're the only one who can fight with long fists?" she asked. Saiato was confused for a second before foul red chakra began to cover his daughters upheld hand, and then the rest of her body.
"Keshi!" he shouted. "Don't do that; you can't control it!"
As the cloak of Kurama's chakra completely covered Keshi's body, she ran forwards towards Jiraiya, completely ignoring her father. She then threw a fist towards her uncle, which became a long Kurama arm of chakra flying at him. As Jiraiya caught the fist still six inches away from his hand with Senjutsu chakra, Keshi's sword flew through the chakra cloak, and even through the Senjutsu hand, forcing Jiraiya to step to the side and grab the handle.
"Clever," he said. "What kind of sword is this, anyway?"
Jiraiya then looked up from the sword to see a streak of red speeding towards him. Despite slashing the sword at her, Keshi dodged it by running all the way behind her uncle and then smashed him into the ground with Kurama strength.
"Such strength..." Saiato thought. "And control over the Kyuubi- I mean Kurama's chakra. Though without the beasts actual soul, it's nothing compared to what father could do."
"You're in for it now, girl!" Jiraiya said from his personal crater. Then the man leapt from the dust and sent Keshi flying. "Sage Art: Doulbe Strike!" Jiraiya ran at Keshi and threw several punches, kicks, and even elbow strikes, each one hitting with his Senjutsu extension before the actual body part made contact, knocking Keshi around like a plush doll.
"JIRAIYA, STOP!" Saiato shouted, seeing the look of horror on his wife and youngest daughter's face.
"She started this fight, brother," Jiraiya said. "And I haven't fought for nearly sixteen years; I'm restless." As Jiraiya threw another punch, one that seemed to be able to knock her out completely based on how Keshi was getting thrown around before, a red clawed hand grabbed the invisible Senjutsu chakra fist. Then from the wrist, another hand sprouted to catch the real fist. From getting beat up so badly, Keshi's Kurama cloak was fading and was now nearly transparent, meaning Jiraiya could see the small smirk on her exhausted, bruised face as she panted for breath.
"Then allow me to entertain you..." Keshi's eyes closed, and a large explosion of red chakra surrounded both herself and Jiraiya, blocking everyone's vision of them, and trapping their voices inside the dome of Kurama's chakra.
"You have quite the chakra reserve, little girl," Jiraiya said, examining the interior of the demon-chakra dome.
"Don't call me little girl, you imposter!" Keshi responded as the chakra wall behind her moved in to shrink the dome, allowing her to leave. Then the dome grew spikes on the inside, piercing everything on their way to the ground, and collapsed inwards, trapping and impailing Jiraiya.
"That should take care of him," Keshi said, turning back to her family.
"Take care of who?" came a familiar voice from behind her. As Keshi turned to see her twice-thought-deceased uncle, his invisible chakra fist made contact with her Kurama cloakless face, sending her into the arms of her father, unconcious.
"That's enough, Jiraiya," Saiato said, gently handing his daughter to his wife to take inside. "There's no need to continue."
"You're right; this feud can be settled during the competition between us."
"Alright, now that that's settled..." Tsuyo began, "Can we all just relax inside."
"Alright, Tsuyo. just give me back my daughter's sword, Jiraiya."
"What? I claim this sword as a prize of the fight."
"A prize?" Saiato said, dumbfounded. "That sword belongs to my daughter, and you'll return it to her possesion now."
The orange pigments around Jiraiya's eyes faded, and he held the sword in an offensive stance. "Make me," he said in an authoritative voice.
Just then, there was a blur and a trail of petals as Jiraiya was kicked in the face and the sword was taken from him. Jiraiya first looked at Saiato, who was still standing where he was before, and then turned to see a young woman with an ANBU mask wearing a tight, sleevless training suit revealing her ANBU tattoo on her upper forarms. Then she turned the mask to the side of her face, revealing a suprise for everyone watching.
"I am Uzumaki Keshi, captain of the ANBU Flower Division; a division higher than Root. You have some nerve trying to take my sword, sir, and I cannot forgive you for that. If you're looking for a real fight, here she comes!"
"WHO ARE YOU!?" Saiato shouted, standing up and spinning around in a quick movement which pushed his chair to the ground. "YOU'RE DEAD! You're not my brother, so don't even try to fake it! My brother's dead, and nothing you can do will change that; tell me who you are and what you want, and get out of here!"
The man closed his eyes softly chuckled. "Oh Saiato... So naïve... You haven't changed a bit. You couldn't honestly believe Uzumaki Jiraiya could be killed by a mere fifty fodder ninja, do you?"
"So you're alive..." Tsuyo breathed.
"Then it's settled," Konohamaru said, standing from his seat between the other two elders. "The three siblings are here, so they shall compete for the title of Hokage."
Saiato glared at his siblings, his eyes shifting from one to the other, wondering who he was mad at more. Tsuyo was leaned back in her chair, examining her fushia nails, a sly smile on her face.
"Tsuyo thinks she can leave for twenty years, come back, and just get the title of Hokage? I'll show her! She's gunna wish those ninja got lost and never brought her back to the village she deserted..." Tsuyo then shifted his eyes to his older brother, who was still standing in the doorway, somehow looking both both as if he couldn't care less, and determined to crush his siblings dreams of succeeding their father.
"Jiraiya... Father's favorite, taking on his sensei and godfather's name. You were always powerful, and now we learn that you could escape death so narrowly that no one knows for nearly sixteen years. What a tragedy it was... Daddy's litle girl leaving home, and then his eldest and favorite son dieing just four years later. I was the only one left; I was the one who father poured sixteen years worth of personal training into. You two better watch out..."
"But now we have a small problem," Sakura started. "These two don't have places to stay..."
"Girls," Saiato said, stepping into his house. "We have some company."
"Who is it?" Saiato's seventeen-year-old daughter, Keshi, asked, stepping into the entrance-way.
"So you have a daughter, Saiato," Tsuyo said, placing her bags on the ground. "Hi sweetie, I'm your aunt Tsuyo."
"Aunt? You mean dad's sister?"
"Keshi, your aunt Tsuyo-"
"Left the village about twenty years ago, I know. This is the first time I've met someone from your side of the family, other than grandpa."
"Here's your second," came another voice as Jiraiya stepped through the doorway.
"YOU!" Without warning, Keshi leapt through the air, drawing a sword whose sheath was hidden beneath her shirt, and tackled her uncle back outside.
"Keshi!" Saiato said, stepping outside.
"What's gotten into her?" Tsuyo asked, following her brothers.
"What's going on?" Saiato's wife stepped outside with her youngest daughter close behind as her eldest daughter grappled Jiraiya to the ground.
"What are you doing!?" Saiato yelled at her.
"He's dead, and now those people who attacked us before are trying to trick us with his face!" she responded.
"I am myself, little girl," Jiraiya said, suprisingly calm for a man with a sword at his throat. "And I'll prove it."
Jiraiya closed his eyes for a moment, and then they snapped open, an aura of energy pushing Keshi through the air. Jiraiya then stood up, orange circles around his eyes.
"You foolish girl... I am your uncle Jiraiya, the Thrid Toad Sage."
As Jiraiya stood up, Keshi landed in a crouched position like a cat ready to pounce, skidding backwards with her sword hand gripped tight and parralell to the ground. She then leapt forwards, thrusting her sword towards her uncles chest. Jiraiya, however, simply swiped his hand towards the sword, his Senjutsu chakra extending the reach of his palm to knock the sword aside while it was still a good half a foot away.
"You don't want to fight me, that I can guarantee. I can beat you silly without touching you."
"Jiraiya!" Saiato said, getting defensive of his daughter. But she held up a manicured hand to stop her father, and chuckled, her face angled to the ground.
"You think you're the only one who can fight with long fists?" she asked. Saiato was confused for a second before foul red chakra began to cover his daughters upheld hand, and then the rest of her body.
"Keshi!" he shouted. "Don't do that; you can't control it!"
As the cloak of Kurama's chakra completely covered Keshi's body, she ran forwards towards Jiraiya, completely ignoring her father. She then threw a fist towards her uncle, which became a long Kurama arm of chakra flying at him. As Jiraiya caught the fist still six inches away from his hand with Senjutsu chakra, Keshi's sword flew through the chakra cloak, and even through the Senjutsu hand, forcing Jiraiya to step to the side and grab the handle.
"Clever," he said. "What kind of sword is this, anyway?"
Jiraiya then looked up from the sword to see a streak of red speeding towards him. Despite slashing the sword at her, Keshi dodged it by running all the way behind her uncle and then smashed him into the ground with Kurama strength.
"Such strength..." Saiato thought. "And control over the Kyuubi- I mean Kurama's chakra. Though without the beasts actual soul, it's nothing compared to what father could do."
"You're in for it now, girl!" Jiraiya said from his personal crater. Then the man leapt from the dust and sent Keshi flying. "Sage Art: Doulbe Strike!" Jiraiya ran at Keshi and threw several punches, kicks, and even elbow strikes, each one hitting with his Senjutsu extension before the actual body part made contact, knocking Keshi around like a plush doll.
"JIRAIYA, STOP!" Saiato shouted, seeing the look of horror on his wife and youngest daughter's face.
"She started this fight, brother," Jiraiya said. "And I haven't fought for nearly sixteen years; I'm restless." As Jiraiya threw another punch, one that seemed to be able to knock her out completely based on how Keshi was getting thrown around before, a red clawed hand grabbed the invisible Senjutsu chakra fist. Then from the wrist, another hand sprouted to catch the real fist. From getting beat up so badly, Keshi's Kurama cloak was fading and was now nearly transparent, meaning Jiraiya could see the small smirk on her exhausted, bruised face as she panted for breath.
"Then allow me to entertain you..." Keshi's eyes closed, and a large explosion of red chakra surrounded both herself and Jiraiya, blocking everyone's vision of them, and trapping their voices inside the dome of Kurama's chakra.
"You have quite the chakra reserve, little girl," Jiraiya said, examining the interior of the demon-chakra dome.
"Don't call me little girl, you imposter!" Keshi responded as the chakra wall behind her moved in to shrink the dome, allowing her to leave. Then the dome grew spikes on the inside, piercing everything on their way to the ground, and collapsed inwards, trapping and impailing Jiraiya.
"That should take care of him," Keshi said, turning back to her family.
"Take care of who?" came a familiar voice from behind her. As Keshi turned to see her twice-thought-deceased uncle, his invisible chakra fist made contact with her Kurama cloakless face, sending her into the arms of her father, unconcious.
"That's enough, Jiraiya," Saiato said, gently handing his daughter to his wife to take inside. "There's no need to continue."
"You're right; this feud can be settled during the competition between us."
"Alright, now that that's settled..." Tsuyo began, "Can we all just relax inside."
"Alright, Tsuyo. just give me back my daughter's sword, Jiraiya."
"What? I claim this sword as a prize of the fight."
"A prize?" Saiato said, dumbfounded. "That sword belongs to my daughter, and you'll return it to her possesion now."
The orange pigments around Jiraiya's eyes faded, and he held the sword in an offensive stance. "Make me," he said in an authoritative voice.
Just then, there was a blur and a trail of petals as Jiraiya was kicked in the face and the sword was taken from him. Jiraiya first looked at Saiato, who was still standing where he was before, and then turned to see a young woman with an ANBU mask wearing a tight, sleevless training suit revealing her ANBU tattoo on her upper forarms. Then she turned the mask to the side of her face, revealing a suprise for everyone watching.
"I am Uzumaki Keshi, captain of the ANBU Flower Division; a division higher than Root. You have some nerve trying to take my sword, sir, and I cannot forgive you for that. If you're looking for a real fight, here she comes!"