Volcanic Lightning
“Sakura, I want you to start on working on running around the training grounds. Stretch first, full academy style, and then-” He starts off trying to help the girl fumbling at what she needs to do. Kakashi thinks about what would be an appropriate yet high number for Sakura, being a prodigy and far more fit than she is when her age makes judging a “normal” amount very difficult. “-20 laps,” he hedges.
“Yes Sensei,” comes without complaint as she falls into the first academy taught stretch position.
Sasuke joins; falling into a different set of stretches, Obito's favorite of the stretches the Uchiha clan taught. Naruto watches them. As he lets Chakra dip into the water, unfortunately splashing back into his face. He sputters, narrows his eyes and tries again. This is the best thing since Rin found out how to get out of all the blame of Team Minato mischief. Sakura starts running at a slow pace, nice and steady, and Kakashi starts his list of training.
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Naruto falls into the Charkic feel of his whirlpool. It reminds him of Ramen… He knows how dorky that sounds, but the feeling warms him up even with his worn thin, much beloved, jumpsuit.
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Kakashi outlines a new curriculum, one that starts with the bare basics, including an education on clan history with his genin clans, and allied clans. Focusing on, Uchiha in Sasuke’s case, Senju in Sakura’s and Haruno. He’d forgotten about it until she’d shattered the training ground, that in the old days the Haruno; a merchant clan, is or was the civilian branch of the Senju clan. And after the Senju all but died out, the Haruno clan still paid the taxes the Senju owed, in that of shinobi and money; and the Uzumaki in Naruto’s case, whether or not Sarutobi actually gave a fuck. The three were scions of Kohona’s founders, Senju, Uzumaki, and Uchiha… Fuck. Shit. Damn.
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Sasuke runs, laping Sakura. Running’s good. Naruto’s whirlpool blows up again. He runs. Runs like he used to with Cousin Shi’, like Amaratsu is chasing them. Sasuke flies. Sasuke soars.
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Kakashi comes to a terrifying realization, one that Umino, Sarutobi and the council themselves forgotten. He’s got to turn the scions, technical or literal, of Kohona’s founders into gods. Or god killers… a tiny voice in his head. If the Sannin were gods then his genin would break them...maybe. The voice whispered. He smiles. Naruto notices.
“Ne, Sensei. What cha smilin’, ‘bout?” he asks.
“The greatest prank in Konoha’s history.” Kakshi smirks. Naruto’s eyes widen before smirking back.
“Can I help sensei.”
“You are one of the most important parts.”
Sakura keeps running and Sasuke stops and looks at him. He hnns in the way Uchiha do when then are fond of something… dangerous.
“Nothing, my little Genin <3” he doesn’t get how he makes the ‘<3’ with his vocal cords but his Pups hate it, and in true Jounin style he’s got to do it.
After clan history, meditation - finding the style that best fits his pups. Gai’s running is definitely an option for Naruto, but maybe something close but different. Sasuke comes and hands him a stick?
“Sasuke, What?” He notices doodles made by his finger as he squats. Sasuke “hn’s” again. “Thank you, Sasuke.”
He draws out more plans and starts back in on the planning. On his Pup’s schedules. Mitarashi’s weird Dango type thingy… - which now that he thinks might be a fetish, may - would fit Sasuke, minus the fetish, minus the fetish. If Sasuke gets a Dango Fetish, Uchiha Mikoto will kill him from beyond the grave.
Sakura would benefit from a meditation style similar to his own; cooking. Now he knows Yūhi-san would quite like to kill him for it, and definitely send passive-aggressive feminists journals, but it’s not the familiar femininity of the activity that’ll help her, it’s the small, innate violence of knife work. He stands, and Sakura’s heaving.
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Sakura’s exhausted and angry but mostly exhausted. She barely finished the laps.
Sakura can not go home tonight. She’s dishonoring the clan, she has to be to be so weak. Sakura thinks, the old Senju trading grounds they’re good. Get close to Tsunade-sama... Yes...
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”Ok kids, here’s the plan; tomorrow we study, and if you guys are good you’ll learn a cool jutsu or something…” The three nod, Sakura with a desperate look in her eyes. The closest thing to relaxed Kakashi has ever seen in Sasuke’s. And the madness known by any who knew Kushina in Naruto’s.
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“Plans are working working working mother will be avenged all falling down all fall in gdown.” the creature maniacally laughs hunched over the leftovers of Madara’s dead body. It stuffs its face with the Uchiha’s decayed and withered flesh. Far too dead, far too dead… the creature is gleeful upon feasting on the withered rotten corpse its vengeance in grasp its goals taste sweet compared to its meal. One old man long dead, long hated among those he had been tempted so sweetly so easily to betray…