Old and new beginnings

Tsunade couldn’t sleep that night.

Both Shizune and Sakura had insisted that she shouldn’t stay alone, and Tsunade hadn’t argued, mostly because she just wanted the nagging to stop. But after retiring as Godaime and handing the Hokage compound over to Kakashi, she had moved to a house at the edge of the Senju grounds. Now that those grounds were occupied again, she wasn’t eager to return anytime soon. The blonde was not amused to find out the Uchiha brat had been right to wait.

Since Shizune was living with her new boy toy, Tsunade had agreed to stay with Sakura for the time being. The young doctor lived in downtown Konoha, just east of the hospital. She rented a high-end civilian condo five minutes from the hospital, with a view of the Hokage Monument.

Tsunade nursed her tea —with a heavy splash of liquor in it— as she gazed out at the Hokage faces, lit by the nightlife of downtown Konoha. It was Saturday, and the streets below bustled with vendors, civilians, and shinobi enjoying the evening’s entertainment. But her thoughts kept circling back to the conversation she’d had in the Hokage’s office.

“Where did you put them?” Tsunade had asked.
“In the old Uchiha and Senju district. We smuggled them in through the old Root tunnels. Not fun.”

“Word is already starting to spread,” Kakashi had added with a sigh. “We couldn’t contain it. Even with ANBU and chunin placing them all under house arrest, it’s just too many people.”

“Everyone’s too freaked out to talk to them—but that hasn’t stopped people from talking about them,” he went on.

“This is going to be a massive problem for us. Never mind the fact that we’ve suddenly displaced people from another time into our village—they’re not even technically citizens of Konoha. The village didn’t exist yet in their era.”

“Our foreign allies won’t like this either,” Kakashi continued. “Since the only tool capable of this kind of time-space nonsense is the Rinnegan, they’re going to suspect we did this on purpose, to boost our forces. And who would blame them ? But I’ll have to send Naruto to Kumo by the end of the month”

“And I probably don’t need to say this,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck, “but having a healthy and alive Madara Uchiha right now is really, really NOT good.”

“A genin team returning from a mission found the Uchiha north of here,” Shikamaru had explained. “Some guards chased them off, thinking they were trespassing. An ANBU helped the genin get back safely, while their sensei stayed with the rest of the platoon to observe the camp. We were debriefing them when another agent burst in to say that another ANBU squad had found a second camp, this one down south. Two hours later, a group of Senju showed up at the gates, led by Tobirama fucking Senju, trying to infiltrate the walls.”

“Obviously, no one’s had the guts to tell them their clans are basically extinct,” Kakashi muttered. “I didn’t have the courage—and I refuse to be bullied for it. I think you and Sasuke should explain it. They’ll be more receptive to you both.”

“They know about each other,” Shikamaru added. “But we’ve been keeping them apart. They’re still in a war mindset, and no one wants to see that bloodbath.”

“We also had some… problems with a kunoichi,” Kakashi added.
“What do you mean?” Tsunade had asked.
“During their time, women weren’t allowed to use chakra. Anyone who did was sealed. A couple of Senju tried to seal a guard on duty a few days ago—a shit show.”
“It was a Yamanaka chunin,” Shikamaru had sighed, tugging his ponytail. “So Ino got involved.”
Sakura had made a sympathetic noise at that.

Tsunade sighed for the hundredth time just thinking about it. Kunoichi weren’t even legal in Konoha until five years into the First Shinobi War. Other villages had started training women only after Kumo set the precedent. But even then, the sexism in the profession had never truly gone away. The women had just gotten better at hitting back.

How the fuck was she supposed to lead a bunch of people who don’t even believe she has rights outside the bedroom? The thought alone made her want to punch something. Maybe she should just punch them all until they fell in line.

Still, she wished she were dead.

She thought she had left this kind of political headache behind when she passed on the hat. But now she had to take on even more, leading a clan that would drag back all the ghosts of her past.

She wished her drink were stronger.

Tomorrow, she would meet the Uchiha brat in the Hokage office. Then both of them would go to meet their respective clans.

And she had no fucking idea what to do.

With any luck, maybe she’d die tonight.

"Alright" started Kakashi, with that stupid cheerful voice of his 

"How are we going to do this ?" 

Fed up with the bullshit, Sasuke snapped back. 

"Aren't you the fucking Hokage ? why are you asking us" 

"Sasuke-kun, language" chided Sakura 

"Thank you Sakura-chan" 

"You should keep it out of the office, if you want to fight Kakashi-sensei, do it outside"

"Sakura-chan" whined Kakashi, which Sakura responded childishly by showing her tongue.

"Obviously this is delicate" interupted Shikamaru, who Sasuke remarqued for once, wanted to get shit done."I think the biggest problematic we have right now is trying to explain to both clans that Konoha is a village that was founded by bopth of them, for peace" 

"For that you'll have to explain to them how the heir of the Senju clan killed the heir of the Uchiha's, years after the actual acting clan heads -and father- killed each other" 

"I didn't say it was going to be easy" grumbled the Nara. 

"Dont forget the part where then the same Senju heir made everything in his power possible to outrast the Uchiha” 

“my my, Sasuke. You are pretty talkative today” mused in Kakashi, just to be annoying. 

Sasuke glared at him, this old man really would never take anything serious. Although seeing the tension his his shoulders, and the fact that he hasnt even seen him once with that awful book in hands tells him a different story. 

The Uchiha suddenly remember that fateful encounter with Zabuza ages ago. How Kakashi was acting like everything was alright when the missing nin appeared, figure slutched, eye crinkled in a smile. He was trying to reassure them even with the killing intent polluting the whole clearing. 

Years later, and now they are dealing with resurected goddesses and decimated clans popping ouf of the woods. 

He could feel a headache coming in. It may surprise some but he didn’t want this. What he wanted was Itachi telling him that he will always be there for him, his mom holding him and saying that she loves him. He wanted his father so he could shout at him to get his act together. His little cousins, Katsuki and Naioa, who always follow him around after they started to walk. Aunt Rina and Uncle Misa. Shisui. 

He does not want some ancestors that he knows nothing about. A bunch of people that will share the same features as his ghosts, but not the same faces, not the same memories. He really didn’t want to bother with this. 

But years before he became a missing-nin, and before he was just the sole survivor of a tragic clan, Sasuke was taught duty. As a son of the Uchiha main house, second son to Fugaku Uchiha, today he has to do his duty to his clan.

And to Konoha too, he supposes. Even if he hasn’t felt one ounce of loyalty for this village in years. Sometimes he stills wishes it to burn. But he can do this for Sakura and Naruto. And Kakashi. And as the yielder of the Rinnengan, this was his responsibility. 

Sakura’s hand on his shoulder brought him back to the conversation, and the tension in his own shoulders bled in. Naruto, Kakashi ans Shikamaru were locked in some kind of debate on what to tell the two clans. Well, Naruto was arguing loudly, Shikamaru was replying with sentences sometimes too sarcastic just to humor the dobe’s stupid ideas, and Kakashi chiming him here and there with something equally retarded. 

At his left, Tsunade have been quiet since they have all come into Kakashi’s office. He wondered what she was thinking about all of this, if she wanted to do this as much as him. They have never gotten along, mainly because Tsunade didn’t like him. And Sasuke never shies away from reciprocrating negative feelings. But he respects her. Unllike Sarutobi -that useless piece of shit- she gets shit done. 

Plus, she has taught Sakura how to be strong. Although not quiete. Sakura has always been strong. She has taught Sakura not to be scared. 

“I think that you should just go for it” interumpted the rosette, as Naruto rubbed his head after getting a noodgie from their sensei. The attention of the whole room turned to her. In response, she didn’t shy away from their gaze. 

“There is no point in hiding things from them, they’ll find out everntually and we’ll have to do damage control again when that time comes. No need to sugar coat things either, Konoha have to take control of the situation” 

“I agree” continued Tsunade, getting ahead of Kakashi. “You have called me here for a reason, to take in charge of them. I’m not thrilled to do it but if i have to then the sooner they get on the program, the better.” 

Then she turned to Sasuke, adressing him for the first time. 

“What says you” 

He just wanted to get this over with, but instead of saying that he turned to Kakashi. 

“What do you need from me” And the Uchiha is grateful when his mentor keeps it serious for once.

“We can’t let them without supervision. The council doesn’t trust you, and they don’t trust them. But to stay as diplomatic as possible, they’ll offer the two parties the same conditions. Which is, the two surviving heirs of our time as clan heads until we can find a more suitable solution” 

“And you think they’ll just accept us” asked Sasuke, already knowing the answer.

“Probably not,” answered Shikamaru. “But you’re both powerful enough to keep them in line, and we can present the argument that having you represent the clan’s interests within the village will work better, because we trust you.”

Cue a glare from Sasuke.

“Mostly,” the Nara added quickly.

“Although I appreciate the faith in our abilities,” said Tsunade, “how do you suggest I fare when they both send Hashirama and Tobirama Senju to kill me? And Madara and Izuna Uchiha to kill him?”

“Of course, you’ll have Tenzo to shadow and assist you for the time being. I already asked him to come back,” answered the Rokudaime. “As for Sasuke, he could just transport them into another dimension, I suppose,” he joked, earning another glare from Sasuke.

“Just kidding. Naruto will help you. I’m sure between the two of you, you can handle them.”

“Naruto?” exclaimed Sakura, incredulous. “You’re going to send an Uzumaki to help convince them to accept Sasuke-kun as clan head?”

And Sasuke was pretty inclined to agree, it was a shitty idea. Surprisingly, Shikamaru intervened in its favor.

“We need to show them that times have changed, so they understand that any threat to the peace Konoha was built on will not be tolerated. This isn’t their time anymore, and for the duration of their stay here, they’ll need to accept that and act accordingly.” He looked at Tsunade. “That’s why they’ll be led by a woman while here.” Then he turned to Naruto, who had moved to Sasuke’s left while Sakura remained on his right. “And an Uzumaki will broker peace in the name of his friendship with their new leader.”

It took them another hour to finalize a course of action, which could be summarized as “rip the band-aid off and kill whoever objects.” Kind of.

Sasuke and Naruto then headed for the Uchiha district, but before leaving the tower, Sakura held them back.

“Sasuke-kun,” she started, by the stairs. It was around 11 in the morning, and as he watched her tuck a wayward pink strand of hair behind her ear, Sasuke wished they hadn’t gotten up that morning.

After installing Tsunade in her apartment, Sakura had rushed to Kakashi’s to look for them. And she’d found them in his living room playing poker Mostly, they were trying to beat Sai, who was (un)surprisingly annoyingly good at the game.

They ordered takeout, played some more, and didn’t talk once about the situation waiting for Sasuke in the morning. When they went to sleep, he found himself squished between Sakura and Naruto while Sai slept on the other side of the blond.

He woke up with Naruto’s smelly foot on his stomach and Sakura’s hair in his mouth. But after months of being alone on the road, he was grateful for the company. That didn’t stop him from shoving Naruto,hard, though.

“You realize that by agreeing to this, you’ll have to stay in Konoha for a while.”

He realized, yes. And the thought made him want to jump off the Hokage Monument. He barely stopped himself. But only because he refused to die in this village. He wasn’t giving them that satisfaction.

“I just don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do,” continued the rosette.

“Yeah, teme,” agreed Naruto, uncharacteristically serious. “We’ll find another way if you don’t want to do this, believe it.”

And Sasuke felt something light and soft flutter in his chest. Which was disgusting. And also made him want to hit Naruto in the face and melt into one of Sakura’s hugs.

“I’m fine.”

He was not.

“I’m just helping out.”

Sakura was still watching him with worried green eyes, so he poked her softly on the forehead, which made her pout.

“If I’m sick of it, I’ll just dip. Won’t be the first time, anyway,” he joked lightly. It made Naruto laugh and eased the frown on Sakura’s face. She reached for a hug, and he’d finally grown enough that he didn’t have to pretend to loathe them anymore.

“Okay,” she said softly. “If you need anything, just tell me, even if it’s to fight someone. I’ll punch them for you.”

“Noted,” he said as they separated.

She sent them a little wave before hurrying up the stairs of the Hokage Tower, probably to give Tsunade her own pep talk before she made her way to the Senju compound with the newly arrived Yamato.

Sasuke and Naruto made their journey in silence, both lost in thought and heavy with the duty awaiting them. Passersby greeted them as they went, Naruto more than Sasuke, but neither of them noticed, too lost in their thoughts.

Sasuke never wanted to be clan head. He never even wanted to be the clan heir. He envied Itachi, yes, but for having their father’s attention, not because of his status. If anything, he loathed his aniki’s title as clan heir. Even at a young age, he understood that it was what kept his beloved brother away from him.

And now he was supposed to lead and be responsible for an entire clan. A bloodthirsty, war-driven clan that was also without a doubt fucking bigoted.

People started to thin out as they got closer, and too soon, the gates of the Uchiha district came into view. They both stopped at the edge of the quiet road.

“We should be thinking of ways to send them back instead” Naruto started, tone serious.

Sasuke unexpectedly felt like thanking the blonde for his support.

“What are they thinking, putting you in charge of a clan?”

Never mind. He’d get his revenge by kicking his stupid ass later.

“We need to get close enough to gather chakra samples. We won’t figure out a way to send them back right now. So in the meantime, we have to contain them.” he explained instead.And he didn’t know about the Senju, but “containing” the Uchiha clan felt like an impossible task.

This mission was shit. At the risk of repeting himself.

“What if they attack us the second we step in?”

“Then we attack back. Kill them all if needed.”

“Wait, what?”

But Sasuke had already resumed walking toward the gate, leaving Naruto no choice but to follow.

“Sasuke, you can’t just kill them!” the blonde hissed.

“It’s the only language they speak. If I want to be heard, I need to speak the same.”

“Because that’s all they’ve known! You have to teach them—”

“That’s all I’ve known too.”

That shut him up real quick.

“The council doesn’t trust me. And for all his… care for me, Kakashi doesn’t either.”

“Teme—”

“But he knows me,” Sasuke cut in, wanting the blonde to understand. Sasuke wasn’t well-versed in politics, he didn’t have the head or patience for it. Just like Naruto, he was straightforward, said things and reacted to things as they were. They just expressed themselves differently.

But he wasn’t an idiot —unlike Naruto, goes without saying— and he understood Kakashi in the same way all the members of Team 7 understood each other.

“Kakashi knows I’ll do what needs to be done. And unlike the council, who think I might be loyal to the clan and betray Konoha, Kakashi knows I don’t give two shits about them.”

The idiot was quiet, clearly contemplating his words. It might’ve been unnerving, if Sasuke wasn’t busy holding off what felt dangerously close to a panic attack as they neared the gates.

He could feel the chakra signatures inside the district.

Here, in this ghost town that had haunted his nightmares since childhood, suddenly full of life, full of chakra so acheingly familiar it made his skin crawl.

He wanted to throw up.

“Sasuke—”

He was so sick of hearing Naruto be serious. Sick of this village. Sick of everything.

“Let’s get this over with,” he said instead, stepping through the gate.

He could feel the ANBU squads posted along the walls. Naruto shuffled in after him.

As expected, they were stopped immediately. Two Uchiha guards in traditional armor blocked their way. Young, probably seventeen at most, yet they glared at them with vitriol older than they were. The short-haired one even hissed at Naruto when he noticed the Uzumaki armband.

“This is a forbidden zone. Leave now if you don’t want to be put down.”

“I’m here to see Tajima Uchiha,” Sasuke replied.

Both guards bristled at the lack of honorific. Naruto shifted closer to him, trying—and failing—not to laugh.

“Tajima-sama,” emphasized the long-haired one, “does not see random weirdos who turn up at the gate. Get back before I make you.”

Sasuke activated his Sharingan, keeping his Rinnegan hidden beneath his bangs. The two guards flinched.

“You—!”

“I’m Sasuke Uchiha, acting clan head of the Uchiha under the Rokudaime Hokage of Konoha,” he said as his eye bled into Mangekyō, killing intent leaking from his body in waves. He was putting on a show, more for the crowd watching in the back than for these two.

Still, it was effective.

The long-haired one gulped. The other clutched his spear tighter.

“S-Sasuke-sama… we…”

He walked past them without another word, taking the familiar path to the head house. The guards and the bystanders might’ve wanted to say something about Naruto’s presence, but they were too intimidated to speak. The stares, though, weren’t shy. Surprised. Confused. Wary. Some were outright hostile.

And not just toward Naruto.

Sasuke kept his eyes on the road. Didn’t look at the house in front of where Mika-obaa used to sell tomatoes. Didn’t look at the park where Neko-baa brought her cats out to play. Or at Nori-san’s old antiques shop.

He couldn’t tell if it was better or worse when they arrived so quickly at the head house, his childhood home. The place where Itachi had slaughtered their parents.

This was fucking hell.

He didn’t notice one of the guards had followed them until the kid darted ahead and knocked on the shoji doors. Sasuke stopped just before the stairs, Naruto close behind, hands stuffed casually in his pockets, letting the stares bounce off him like rain. He was used to it. He grew up with it.

Another guard answered. They spoke in hushed tones, glancing repeatedly at Sasuke before slipping inside. More seconds passed —quiet voices, movement— and then the door slid open again.

A mirror of Sasuke’s own face stood in the doorway, glaring.

“Damn, teme,” Naruto muttered. “It’s like they copy-pasted you, dattebayo.”

They were ushered into the large room beside the interior courtyard. Tea was served by silent attendants, and Izuna Uchiha bid them to wait before leaving with his ever-present scowl.

Neither of them touched the tea.

They waited in silence—surprisingly so, for the hyperactive blond. Minutes ticked by.

And then  chakra signatures approached. The doors slid open.

And in walked the man of the hour, with his entourage.

Naruto just didn’t know what he had done to deserve this. It had been at least 15 minutes since everyone sat down, and not a single word had been spoken.

Among the men in the room, Naruto could only recognize Madara. Younger and more alive than he had ever seen him, but with his signature mane of big hair and dark glare. Next to him, leading the group, was a man who looked older than Kizashi-ojī and bore a striking resemblance to Madara—likely his father and the clan head: Tajima Uchiha. To his left sat the teme’s twin, who Naruto knew was Madara’s younger brother: Izuna. Around the table, there were six other old geezers whose names they didn’t know. No one had introduced themselves yet.

And, seeing as they were all just glaring in silence at each other, Naruto wasn’t sure if they were going to start anytime soon. He shifted slightly, receiving a glare from one of the elders, which he returned. That sparked the old man to speak.

“Has no one taught you manners? Show some respect to your elders,” he snapped snidely at Sasuke, although the teme didn’t even look at him, keeping his eyes fixed on Tajima.

“And what is an Uzumaki doing in Uchiha territory? Both of you should be killed for this disrespect,” chimed in another one. At that point, Naruto had had enough. He didn’t care if it was disrespectful or not, his butt hurt from sitting there, dattebayo!

“Listen, old man,” cue gasps from all the elders, “I didn’t choose to be here. I’m just here to accompany the teme, alright? Also, this is not Uchiha territory or whatever, this is Konoha, dattebayo! I have rights to these lands too!”

“Te...me?” one of them muttered, a hand to his chest, clearly offended.
“What is dattebayo?” murmured another one to his neighbor.

“Is that why you’re here?” Tajima asked, speaking for the first time. Though he clearly addressed Sasuke, everyone in the room quieted and shifted to listen to him.

“You come here with the eyes of our blood and the face bearing my lineage, yet you speak for our enemies.”

“The Uchiha founded Konoha,” Sasuke replied. Naruto didn’t need to be a genius to realize that this was news to them all. Some of the old men actually gasped, while Izuna looked at his brother in surprise. Madara remained stoic, while Tajima narrowed his eyes at the revelation.

“Although not alone,” Sasuke continued, this time looking at Madara, who glared even harder, if that was even possible. There was no mistaking the tension in his shoulders, he had an idea of what Sasuke was alluding to.

“If the Uchiha founded Konoha, then why are we treated like prisoners in our own home?”

“Because you can’t be trusted to behave.”

Damn, teme, you couldn’t have said that better, Naruto thought, scratching his head. The movement caught the eyes of Izuna who gave him he stink eye, which the blonde gladly returned. 

“And you can?” Tajima snapped back with the same tone, although there was something mocking in the tilt of his mouth. “We know for a fact that there are no Uchihas in this village that we supposedly founded. And here you come like some dog with that Hatake holding your leash, trying to control us?”

“There are no more Uchihas because the clan was massacred years ago. By one of our own, if you must know. Well, two actually. But that was only discovered recently.”

Naruto wanted to facepalm. The teme really didn’t know the meaning of tact. You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed Sasuke’s declaration.

“If the Uchihas were all massacred, then how are you here?” Izuna growled.

“My brother thought it was mercy to spare me when he slaughtered the rest of our family.”

“Your… brother?” Izuna breathed, incredulously staring at Sasuke. Then, as if to confirm that they had heard the same thing, he looked again at his own brother.

“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just explain to you what happened to the clan from your time until now. You can ask your questions when I’m done, but don’t interrupt me, because it’ll be longer than it has to be.”

“How can we trust anything you say to be the truth, especially when you come in here with a son of the Uzumaki? A clan that has helped our enemies and spilled the blood of our family,” Tajima pressed.

“Don’t mind the idiot,” Sasuke shrugged. “He’s just here to help me kill you all if you can’t be reasoned with.”

Naruto choked on his tea.

“He’s joking!!” the blonde was quick to deny, waving his hands in front of his face. “We are not here to kill you! We’re just here to help, I swear! This is a diplomatic visit, diplomatic ! And I’m only here because we’re actually best friends, and he needed the emotional support—”

He couldn’t even finish before he received a kick from Sasuke. He would’ve gone flying if he hadn’t dodged in time. Still, he tripped and hit his head on the table.

“OW, OW, OW!” he cried, holding his head, the tension in the room bleeding away as the Uchihas watched the poor blonde rub his pain away. Sasuke continued without even batting an eye.

“I have no interest in lying to you. I don’t even like Konoha, so unlike what you may think, I’m not here to help them.”

The other clan head narrowed his eyes.

“But anomalies involving time travel, and everything related to these kinds of events are my responsibility. That is why I am here. And since the anomaly shares my blood, you are my duty. It’s my job to make sure you don’t do anything to jeopardize this timeline while you’re here.”

“So you’re here to watch us,” Tajima said. It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

Izuna scoffed. He was clearly a very opinionated Uchiha, it was Naruto’s first time seeing one like that in person.

“We don’t need babysitters.”

“As you may know, the Senju are in the same predicament as you,” Sasuke replied instead. “A couple of days ago, one of them tried to seal a Konoha kunoichi because they claimed it was unnatural and against the law for women to wield chakra.”

“I hate agreeing with the Senju dogs, but it is,” huffed one of the elders. “Women are forbidden from using their chakra.”

“Not anymore,” Sasuke countered. “That, among many other things, is part of the new laws that have been in place since the founding of Konoha, and even beyond it.”

“No one wants to keep you locked inside these walls,” Naruto interrupted, drawing the attention of the room. “We’re going to do everything in our power to find a way to send you back home. But while you’re here, we don’t want you to feel like prisoners. You founded Konoha. This is your home as much as it is ours.”

Despite all their proclaimed hatred for his name, Naruto was grateful that none of them interrupted him.

“But we have to make sure that while you live here, everyone stays safe. Your people and ours. We can’t have you trying to seal women you meet at the market or killing children in the streets because they bear the crest of a clan you fight in your time. Because then, we will have to control you, or worse to protect our own. And from then on, it will lead to more blood shead”

At that point, Sasuke felt the need to chime in—probably because he was jealous he wasn’t getting all the attention. the bastard.

“I don’t want to be your clan head, although that’s what the Konoha council is hoping for. I have no interest in leading you. Take care of your own clan, your own people. But I’ll be here to help you broker a deal with Konoha. The council can go to hell for all I care, but Kakashi can be reasoned with. You’ll have a better chance of getting what you want from him if you’re willing to let me represent you.”

“And why is that?” Tajima asked, eyes narrowed.

“Kaka-sensei is our sensei, dattebayo. So you could say… it’s nepotism, I guess.”

Sasuke turned to him, unimpressed.
“You know the meaning of that word?”

Naruto pouted.
“Sakura-chan taught me,” he muttered.

“What a strange world. The Uchiha wiped from the face of the earth, and its last son befriends an Uzumaki and studies under a Hatake. And we’re supposed to trust you?”

“I don’t trust you,” Sasuke replied bluntly. “And you don’t have to trust me. But we do have to work together to make sure you get back home safely, all of you. And that this timeline suffers the minimum consequences from your stay. So we’ll work together to make that happen.”

Naruto scratched his head as the teme and old man Tajima locked into another intense staring contest. After what felt like an eternity, the clan head finally sighed, casting a quick glance toward Naruto.

“Very well,” Tajima acquiesced. “Tell us, then.”

And Sasuke did.