I'm not really that good at these but I figured I'd try my luck. Inspired by Immortal Lurker's earlier piece. Coincidentally thread discussion headed this way too around the time of me posting this, fancy that?
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Jiraiya was sitting at a round table in the center of the Mizukage's office. Spread out on opposite sides of the table equidistant from each other were the other four Kage. Directly opposite him, with a hauntingly blank face, sat the Mizukage Ren. To his right the Tsuchikage Ohnoki sat with a grimace, rubbing his back with one hand and cursing under his breath. To his left sat A, a wolfish grin plastered across his face, a smile highlighted by the white streaks of his pencil thin mustache. The 3.5th Kazekage sat to his left with a perplexed expression, almost as if he had forgotten his own name. Each of the five were flanked by their honor guard, two elite Jonin from each of the five main villages. At the center of the table was the hourglass keeping track of time in the fifth event. It was necessary that all of the Kage were present to keep track of it, for sake of fairness. It still had about twenty hours left to go.
As grains of sand dropped down from the top of the hourglass, so too did beads of sweat slide down the back of Jiraiya's neck.
Jiraiya paused, looking at Ren desperately. He needed to play this one perfectly, or he'd be skinned alive afterwards.
"Do you even have any Jonin left?"
Ren peered at him mysteriously, before her mouth split open into one of her numerous bullshit diplo-bitch Iron Nerve grins. Jiraiya's stomach sunk out of the bottom of his shoes.
"No. Go fish."
Jiraiya let out a groan as A roared victoriously, before taking half of Jiraiya's hand the next round. Ohnoki slammed the table with his fist.
"I absolutely detest this game, how about instead we play a game of Old Mai-"
Before Ohnoki could finish his sentence, a pair of Mist ANBU burst through the office doors. They skidded to a stop and knelt before the five of them. Jiraiya looked on with a stony face and glanced at the rest of the kage.
Whatever this is, it can't be good, he mused.
"Momoshiki, please report." Ren commanded with a raised eyebrow.
The leftmost ANBU started speaking.
"Ma'am, there have been some complication with the fifth event. There's uh... well you should see for yourself. It's... they're- they're right outside the office." the ANBU managed to stammer out.
"What in the seven paths is going on here, woman!?" A thundered out.
It was a testament to the two ANBU that they didn't break down then and there.
Ren got up from the table and strode to her office window. Peering out, just for an instant, she froze.
"What the sea devil-"
She strode back from the window.
"We'll let our guard monitor the clock but I suspect its no longer needed. If you would please follow me outside, my fellow Kage."
The five made their way out to the entrance of the building with due haste. The sight at the steps was equal parts miraculous and disastrous, depending on your perspective. Ren's expression was as cold as a sheet of ice. A and the Kazekage wore stern frowns, but their eyebrows and facial cues betrayed hints of confusion. Ohnoki rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Jiraiya...
Jiraiya broke out into a savage grin.
At the bottom of the steps stood 9 ninja, of various origin. Two from Fang, one from Wolf. Another from Sky, one from River, and an additional one from Rice.
The remaining three ninja were his kids.
The group stood triumphantly, expressions that looked a little bit bored, a little bit tired, but definitely, assuredly smug. Hazou was grinning triumphantly, Keiko had a bit of a smirk, and Noburi looked like the cat that ate the canary.
Behind the group of nine, stood a squad of 7 pangolins, about half of which were absolutely massive. To one side of this group stood the Ino-Shika-Cho trio, tied and bound together,badly bruised and with the occasional cut, but otherwise conscious.
To the other side of the pangolins lay a massive merchants cart, filled to the brim with what looked like unconscious bodies.
Ren's face could have been carved out of ice, but a gleam in her eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity.
"What is this?"
Noburi opened his mouth.
"60 genin, return to sender. With all due respect you guys might want to send these ones back to the academy, because... well, how to put it..." he trailed off.
Hazou stepped up and pointedly look Ren in the eye, before doing the same to each of the other 3 kage present that weren't his adopted father.
"Your genin are shit."