Chapter 5

[Status: Koharu]

[Jobs: Kunoichi]

[Unique traits: None]

[Strengths: Perception, Shurikenjutsu]

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[Status: Hiruzen]

[Jobs: Shinobi, Sealmaster]

[Unique traits: None]

[Strengths: Chakra, Ninjutsu, Kinjutsu, Fire style, Bukijutsu, Shurikenjutsu, Summoning]

'...Some abilities look like duplicates and already blend with general fields like ninjutsu…Seems like strengths are detailed….'

'...Another strange thing is Koharu not exhibiting Chakra as a strength… She's a jonin even if she's from a civilian background….'

'...So, perhaps the strengths shown are what people at least have some talent in even if slight….Or is it just what they can rely on?'

'...Hmmm, let's not make too many assumptions...'

'...The oddest thing so far is probably Hiruzen...How can he be a sealmaster but not have seals as one of his strengths?'

'...Unless my earlier assumption is true...'

Nawaki was pondering, looking at one of two windows. Sitting in Tsunade's room, he was waiting for her to come to start training him this afternoon. Doing so, he read windows he realized he could record this morning.

When he was about to conclude something, the entrance facing him was slowly opened by somebody.

"Nawaki-sama, Tsunade-sama is asking for you at your grandmother's chambers." One of three maids at the door said. The one who spoke stood at the forefront. She had black hair and was older than the other two— She was one of Mito's personal attendants.

"Oh, it's you, Otohei...At grandma's, huh? What for?" Nawaki was casual with most maids and other helpers in their family's estate. Especially since he was related to them one way or another…

The Senju clan was one oversized, caring, yet intricate Shinobi clan…In the big families, housekeepers being women was often the origin of that intricacy…

"They haven't said." The older maid answered.

"Okay. Doesn't matter; let's go."

"Yes, Nawaki-sama."

Nawaki was bored. So he said and followed the maid, who nodded before she led the way.

The naughty boy stared at her ass all the way when she did...

XX

Mito was a woman from a ruthless warring era. A very kind woman but one with old habits.

Her mind forcing her to always prepare, she was jokingly thinking about counters to Tsunade's conceivable dark magic.

Particularly how to detect, sequester, sapping energy, wicked Chakra, and corrupt vitality.

She wasn't finished thinking when one of her maids opened the door for her grandson to enter.

When he entered, she listened to him say:

"Grandma, I heard you called for me. Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, I'm doing better, thanks, Nawaki. And yes, I called for you. Come over." Mito smiled and motioned for Nawaki to come and seat on the other side of her bed.

XX

Mito's room was very different from Nawaki's and Tsunade's. The style was Japanese, but her bed, one that used to be marital and which she shared with Hashirama, was western-like.

After the family of three discussed important things— things relating to Nawaki's and Tsunade's new powers— Mito told Tsunade:

"I need to talk with Nawaki alone now. You go."

"Okay, grandma," Tsunade said and stood. Staring at her brother, she said, "Nawaki, you come to meet me when you're done."

Nawaki nodded. He knew they had yet to start training thus far, and Tsunade seemed to take this all seriously.

Alone with Mito, the 8-year-old boy heard her say:

"Are you really happy to graduate?"

"...If you agreed to let Tsunade save some face in front of your Grandpa Third, you can tell me."

Nawaki chuckled and said:

"Grandma, I didn't agree because of that, don't worry. Also, you can just call him Saru like you always do."

"Haha…" Mito chuckled and said. "...Last time he ate here, that boy requested not to call him that in front of you…He doesn't want you to pick up a bad habit, he said…."

"And you agreed?" Nawaki asked curiously.

"I did, but not for free," Mito said.

"Oh? What did he give you?" Nawaki inquired with interest.

"Something for you, actually. But it's not the time to show you…." Mito said, stroking Nawaki's head.

'...That should be a birthday present, I guess, then.' Nawaki considered and didn't expose his grandma's careful thoughts.

When he was curious what kind of present Mito had prepared for him for months apparently, he heard:

"Nawaki, how long has it been since you and I took a bath together?"

"...How about one this evening?"