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IIRC there's only been two or three large mistakes (Killbox, Minami Incident, maybe Youthsuitgate if you thought that was super duper problematic) over the course of 3 years now. That's pretty good for something on the order of 200 plans.

Hot Spring incident, the second event attack, and the fourth event clusterfuck.
 
Hot Spring incident, the second event attack, and the fourth event clusterfuck.
These weren't unavoidably bad situations though. We could have (and did) avoid the first one, and the other two were pretty nonlethal. Granted, Jiraiya would have tore us a new one for the last one, but it could have turned out quite well for all we know.
 
The law is, in theory, the same for everyone. If you ignore it, society will ultimately plunge into anarchy, and that would be bad for everyone, civilians and ninja both. Ninja who are excessive about injuring or killing civilians (especially in Leaf) are undermining a system created by their wiser elders, and will eventually come to the attention of their superiors. On the other hand, if a ninja says "Upon considering the evidence, I judged that it was necessary to inflict instant punishment on this evildoer, possibly for the heinous crime of disrespecting a ninja", who are you going to appeal to? The Hokage?
But what is the actual legal position of a chunin when it comes to civilian law enforcement? Like, how far could a chunin go without lying or hiding his actions in any way? And what would a chunin do that is extremely Lawful Neutral and wants to stop civilian crime?
By the way, we should suck it up and ask Anko for some good nonlethal nonpermanent poisons/sedatives/paralytics whatever.
Shouldn't this here have been the update to do so if wanted to use said poisons before the tournament?


I'm kind of worried about making plans even shorter for bonus XP than they already are, because of the risk of something tersely worded being misinterpreted in a way that we wouldn't want if the resulting text were given to us ahead of time and that resulting in consequences ranging from the inconvenient
To save the QMs time on writing chapters describing what all other people are doing, we can arrange this to become a timeskip; let's say two days per plan average, 5 exp bonus, lets timeskip a year for 900 bonus exp (and 3/day standard exp)?
Every plan can only give +1 xp for wordcount even if it covers 5 years in 5 words. If we want to go down that route we should make hourly plans with single scenes each. That way our descendants can play a supremely overpowered Hazou, provided that the QMs find decent apprentices to replace them before they too die of old age.


Just what level of QM doc access do you people enjoy?
One level above yours.
 
Incidentally, how do we feel about the Self-reflection section? It was a bit of an experiment, and I'm curious what everyone thinks. For me, it did exactly what I'd hoped for in practical terms, and I also enjoyed reading the actual scene. In the future, I'd like to provide another scene where the new insight can be used, in the same plan, but this was fine as well.

@Velorien how did you feel about it? Fun to write, would do more in the future, or too inward-facing? Was the plan section for it helpful? Overspecified, underspecified?
 
Well, presumably, we have the loadout that we've put in, like, a half dozen plans which is recorded here, but the character spreadsheets still have us at our "wiped out with virtually no seals" from the last exam. @OliWhail Any news, oh master of the spreadsheets?
There's a floating QM 'todo' that just says 'fix seal loadouts, they should be full' which I *think* is referring to the loadout specified in the linked post.
 
Does anybody knows our current seal loadout?
Well, presumably, we have the loadout that we've put in, like, a half dozen plans which is recorded here, but the character spreadsheets still have us at our "wiped out with virtually no seals" from the last exam. @OliWhail Any news, oh master of the spreadsheets?
As @OliWhail said, you're back to full. I'll update the sheets after breakfast.
But what is the actual legal position of a chunin when it comes to civilian law enforcement? Like, how far could a chunin go without lying or hiding his actions in any way? And what would a chunin do that is extremely Lawful Neutral and wants to stop civilian crime?
As @Velorien said, a ninja who is not in Leaf proper could literally kill a civilian, claim that they did so based on their best evaluation of the evidence, and generally be fine. If you have a more specific question I'm happy to try to answer it...?
 
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Incidentally, how do we feel about the Self-reflection section? It was a bit of an experiment, and I'm curious what everyone thinks. For me, it did exactly what I'd hoped for in practical terms, and I also enjoyed reading the actual scene. In the future, I'd like to provide another scene where the new insight can be used, in the same plan, but this was fine as well.

@Velorien how did you feel about it? Fun to write, would do more in the future, or too inward-facing? Was the plan section for it helpful? Overspecified, underspecified?
I liked it and thought it was well done. It's the kind of thing I periodically write anyway, and the plan section for it was good because it was sufficiently detailed and gave me links. It would have been a pain to write without those. I wouldn't want to see such plan elements too often because it would feel forced, but I have no problem with them as a concept.

Could you tell us the fluff please? :D
Remember how Mother Nana had a ninjutsu combo she was only contracted to teach you half of? This is the other half.
 
Remember how Mother Nana had a ninjutsu combo she was only contracted to teach you half of? This is the other half.
"Now, you reach out and feel the profound peace of nature extending all around you. Sense the tremors from the feet of others as they disturb that peace." She smiled serenely. "Extend spikes of rock from the ground and rend the flesh from their bones, turning their viscera into a rain of meat and blood that feeds and nourishes the soil. Oh, but the rock spikes are a separate technique, my child, and I'm only contracted to teach you the one."
Oh, it's the rock spike jutsu. Wonder how it works.

Edit: Brief thoughts to avoid double posting..

Wonder if we can use the technique horizontally. It would be really nice if we can hit a wall-walking enemy with the technique.

Hm, had this really funny idea involving us throwing out thin tiles of granite and then using the Rock Spike Technique on said tiles, making them high-velocity spiked nightmares.

Can we grow spikes on spikes?
 
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Oh, it's the rock spike jutsu. Wonder how it works.

Edit: Brief thoughts to avoid double posting..

Wonder if we can use the technique horizontally. It would be really nice if we can hit a wall-walking enemy with the technique.

Hm, had this really funny idea involving us throwing out thin tiles of granite and then using the Rock Spike Technique on said tiles, making them high-velocity spiked nightmares.

Can we grow spikes on spikes?

QMs: Ten minutes. Ten. Fucking. Minutes.
 
Oh, it's the rock spike jutsu. Wonder how it works.

Edit: Brief thoughts to avoid double posting..

Wonder if we can use the technique horizontally. It would be really nice if we can hit a wall-walking enemy with the technique.

Hm, had this really funny idea involving us throwing out thin tiles of granite and then using the Rock Spike Technique on said tiles, making them high-velocity spiked nightmares.

Can we grow spikes on spikes?

Don't think it's likely to work. Probably limits us to whatever ground we're touching. Also, we're supposed to use the technique with our earth sensing technique.
 
Oh, it's the rock spike jutsu. Wonder how it works.

Edit: Brief thoughts to avoid double posting..

Wonder if we can use the technique horizontally. It would be really nice if we can hit a wall-walking enemy with the technique.

Hm, had this really funny idea involving us throwing out thin tiles of granite and then using the Rock Spike Technique on said tiles, making them high-velocity spiked nightmares.

Can we grow spikes on spikes?

Most importantly, this combo might be usable underground. HLaM + Living Roots + Rock Spike = Solo floor hack bullshit.

Actually, during the tournament, we want to always surface before using the rock spike. Its too good, we should keep it a secret.

Also, do we know what equipment we are limited to? Because sneaking in two full canteens of Chakra water would be nice. We pay Noburi through the nose, and drink it while we are hidden underneath the floor of the arena.

Incidentally, we absolutely must figure out if the floor can be traversed via HLaM. I recommend sending an earth clone the day before trying to tunnel from outside the arena to just below the surface. Or pay Keiko to use Panashe. The point is don't go in person, the might have laid traps, and it would be embarrassing to get caught.

If it isn't traversable, universal problem solving technique. Blast our way down, blast our way up. Incidentally, we need to practice that sometime. Maybe a 30-60 xp stunt to have blasting your way through the floor and getting underground only take two supplementals and a standard instead of two standards and two supplementals. (activate tag, throw tag, activate jutsu, move down).
 
Belated reaction post. Need to get this in before @Velorien posts the next chapter and I look really silly.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

Akane opened her mouth—

"You're not taking one step into my house," Dad growled behind her.

"Dad?!"

"I gave you your chance, Gōketsu. You followed through. I respect that, and as a man of my word, I let her date you even though you two were still a match made in Naraka. You went from too low for her to too high. But then you broke her heart."

Akane spun around. They'd had this conversation. She'd explained, patiently and repeatedly, that it was nobody's fault. Things had just worked out this way. Hazō had never meant to hurt her. Eventually, it was Mum who'd taken her side, and given Dad a lecture about young love and growing up and a lot of other things that didn't really have anything to do with each other but together did the job.

"Sir," Hazō began, "I never meant to—"

Dad held up his hand and Hazō stopped talking.

"I'd have done it, you know," he said in a tone that was less hostile and more… tired. "I'd have let you take my daughter away from her family if it meant she could live a life of luxury and influence and safety, or as much safety as you ninja ever get. The most precious thing in my life, sent into another world from which she could never come back. Instead, you just threw her away as soon as she stopped being what you wanted."

"Dad!"

"Hush," Dad said. "You've got your perspective and I've got mine, and mine's based on twice as much experience.

"You're done here, Gōketsu," Dad said. "You got what you wanted. Now leave. I can't stop you inflicting yourself on my daughter out there, because you're as good as omnipotent now and I'm still a carpenter. But if you have any respect for us commoners left after your ascension, you'll damn well not do it under my nose."

"Come on, Hazō," Akane said. "We can find somewhere else to talk. Sorry, Dad."

"Be safe," Dad said helplessly.

I kinda feel for Akane's dad here, and Hazou does hold some blame for how the relationship ended. These accusations are unfair though - Hazou definitely did not throw Akane away once she "stopped being what he wanted". For what it's worth, the decision was unilaterally hers.

In any case, good job on Hazou's part to not argue and stay silent throughout. It was the best of many bad options he had there.

He hadn't changed.

Well, no, that was a stupid thought. Of course he hadn't changed. It had only been three weeks. Just… the last time they'd been apart this long was probably when she'd been in hospital and he'd been in exile.

Now there they were, sitting opposite each other in a café (his treat) like they'd done so many times before, and like they never would again.

Ugh. She had to stop doing that. Even in her own head, she sounded like one of those lovesick idiots from the novels who eventually ended up being taken advantage of by a diabolical villain or throwing themselves off a bridge after writing bad poetry that the author thought was profound.

Taken advantage of by a diabolical villain? So Haru Yamamoto is the Sage after all?

Hazō beamed. "You won't believe this. Keiko's dating Shikamaru!"

I'm starting to come around to the @MadScientist camp of this misunderstanding becoming to aggravating to let live.

Hazō gave Akane a melancholy look. "Sometimes I feel like she's pulling away from us. She's become even more focused on her privacy than before. She has this thing where she officially 'retires for the night', and anyone who disturbs her after that is liable to get murdered if they just fail to knock loudly enough. Even when she's with us, sometimes it feels like her mind's somewhere else. Back when we were"—he quickly glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot—"missing-nin, she and I used to have these conversations about modelling, and analytical structures, and branching paths for conversations, and she'd keep making fun of me for my lists, but she and I connected on a level we couldn't with other people. We don't do that anymore.

Sometimes it's easy to forget how our perspective differs from Hazou's. We obviously see that Keiko is doing better and slowly but steadily working her way through her issues. But a lot of this will not be obvious from the outside, not unless you look at the right time and place, as Akane has.

Akane quickly ran through her checklist one more time. Calming herbal teas that Mari-sensei liked but didn't admit to because she didn't want people to know her nerves needed calming, check. Latest edition of the Leaf Fashion Gazeteer in case she needed to occupy her mind, check. Finger puzzle set that Mari-sensei hated but felt proud for completing, check. Soft, cuddle-friendly clothes (currently worn), check. One square of chocolate, painfully expensive but therefore meaningful as a gesture, check.

Akane had always suspected it was a matter of time. All the hints Mari-sensei dropped about her past were steeped in disgust with her past self, and every time she said anything that indicated a belief in her own redemption, she did so with a sense of fragility, like she was only just able to make herself believe it. A heavy enough hammer could shatter the whole thing. Akane should have tried harder to come up with a solution, a way to make Mari-sensei strong enough for the eventual confrontation, no matter that something so deep and powerful felt far outside her reach.

To anyone thinking we can fix Hazou's problems simply by increasing his socials, I present to you: Ishihara Akane, Empathy: 18. Characterization beats stats every time.

How much of it could Akane have prevented if they'd only let her?

Probably not that much, to be honest. She would've helped manage the fallout, certainly, but given her thoughts about Hana, she might've actually made things worse.

She could feel a tingling behind her eyes. It was too much, all at once. Every time she thought Team Uplift might let her back in. Every time she managed to suppress her bitterness at being left out in the cold. Every time she briefly managed to recapture the happiness of those days of constant danger and privation, but also every time she thought she'd made her peace with the way things were now.

"The happiness of those days of constant danger and privation". There you go. She prefers that time, which gave her purpose and a sense of belonging, over being safe with her family in Leaf. I'd have observed that Akane is exactly the kind of person cults prey on, but then I realized that the youth cult got to her way before we met her.

But she was youthful enough to set her own feelings aside when it mattered. That was her talent, if she had one.

She thinks one of the major issues standing in the way of her happiness as a talent. Honestly, I'm surprised she managed to break up with Hazou, being seen as a useful resource should've fed right into this unhealthy mindset of hers.

"Takeshi's," Akane repeated. "If I'm not back in two hours, my will is in my desk, top left drawer. My parents might forget."

Yup, here we go. Should we perhaps talk to the rest of the team, figure out what actually happened, get their support, and confront Tsunade together? Nope. #YOLO

She had. He thought back to the time she'd stormed into the Academy to have Words with the headmaster after one particularly unfair detention. She'd been a terrifying banshee, sweeping aside everything in her path in order to protect her son (overlooking the fact that it only made the teachers hate him more in the long term). Here in Leaf, she'd been irrational. She'd been almost—he hesitated to say it—stupid. Knowing that it was possible put the woman he'd so longed to see in a slightly different light.

It does run in the family. How the hell is Hazou still alive ~200 chapters in?

He'd have to ask her, a long time from now, after she got better, and he apologised for disrespecting her and gathered up the courage to broach a topic that would likely lead to a conversation that made the Talk look like a casual chat. It made him smile, a little, to imagine a return to that normal world of Mari-sensei's merciless teasing.

While the "a long time from now, after she got better" qualifier here is reassuring in that Hazou doesn't plan to ask Mari about her rape and abuse right now, it's still a bit too adventurous for him. It would help Mari to talk about this with someone, but a socially awkward 14-year-old wouldn't be among my top choices. Pity Neira is so busy.

Tsunade was roughly twice as intimidating as the books portrayed her, and that was while she was lounging casually in her seat. Her muscles looked rock solid, her posture, while appalling for somebody who was supposed to be a role model for good health, contained a barely disguised willingness to kill those who disturbed her, and her face managed to radiate "sceptical and unimpressed" no matter what actual expression was on it at the time.

Noburi, sitting at an angle from her, didn't seem fazed by any of this as he chattered excitedly at her and she periodically nodded benevolently, as if she was watching a dog perform its new trick over and over. He also had a drink in front of him, but if nothing else, Akane could trust Tsunade to keep his liver within safe limits.

Noburi looked up at her as she closed the door to the private room, and grinned with pleasant surprise.

"What's up, Akane? This isn't the kind of place I'd expect you to be hanging out."

"Noburi," Akane said tensely, "please leave the two of us alone. I'll owe you a favour."

She couldn't get him caught up in the middle of this, especially if it went wrong and Tsunade decided to resort to violence.

Noburi glanced at Tsunade, who was watching him with an unreadable look on her face. Then back at Akane. Then at Tsunade again.

The woman was turning this into a contest over his loyalty just by sitting there and doing nothing in particular. Well, Akane had known from the start what kind of battle she was in for.

"Please go," she said. "I accept full responsibility for offending Tsunade."

Noburi gave Tsunade a last anxious glance, saw no change of expression there, and made a quick escape. Akane breathed a sigh of relief, though only on the inside.

"Do you know what happened to the last person who offended me?"

Akane could make an educated guess. Like every literate girl whose parents bought her books, she'd read about Tsunade. Unlike most literate girls, she'd had a lot of time in which to do little but read about topics that interested her—she hadn't realised until long afterwards how much of the family income her parents must have allocated to fuelling her reading habit after she fell ill.

"You put him in hospital, and made him pay for the privilege of having you bring him out again."

"That's right. And he thought he was being polite."

A mountain fell on Akane.

If she'd tried to stay standing tall, it would surely have crushed her spine, followed by everything else. She didn't try. Standing tall didn't matter. Her bones didn't matter. On this scale, nothing mattered.

She could distantly feel herself fall to the floor. The impact should have hurt, but even that didn't matter.

She was going to die here. She didn't know why she hadn't died already.

There was some reason. Something she was here to do. Why she still existed. To protect. Something. Someone. Someone she knew. Someone she'd seen. Just now.

Mari-sensei.

The mountain was still on top of her. "Don't care," she forced out. "Will… protect…"

She tried to look up. Couldn't. Couldn't move her eyes. Everything was a blur anyway.

She needed strength. Couldn't lift a mountain. Had to keep going. Had to protect. Needed strength.

"Youth," she hissed. "Can't destroy youth…"

The mountain disappeared as Tsunade roared with laughter.

"Gender-swapped Rock Lee, are you? Guess I'm not the only surgeon with a sense of humour."

The room slowly came into focus. Akane's arms regained mobility before her legs and she gradually pushed herself up into a kneeling position, stayed there until she felt balanced, and then leveraged her legs into place. She stood up and waited for the room to stop swaying.

Tsunade hadn't moved an inch throughout the whole thing.

"Not… Rock Lee…" Akane said slowly so as not to stumble over her own tongue. "There's more than one kind of youth."

"But it all comes in green."

That was unfair. Granted, Akane owned several very fine youthsuits (as Hazō had dubbed them, and now she couldn't get the word out of her head), but right now she was wearing her best cuddle clothes (also as described by Hazō, and maybe she should look into replacing her wardrobe), and it was a pure coincidence that those also happened to be all-green.

"Now, girl, why shouldn't I just pound you into dust for interrupting my conversation?"

Was there a reason? She can't have gone through that near-death experience for nothing, right?

Oh, that was it.

"Because then you won't hear what I have to say," Akane said, making sure her voice didn't shake. Controlled breathing was everything, and so was not showing weakness until she was out of the room. "You can always crush me after that."

Tsunade snorted. "Assuming I care. Go finish Noburi's drink so I haven't wasted my money."

"It is unyouthful to cloud one's mind with alcohol," Akane said resolutely, while keenly aware that she was only accumulating reasons for Tsunade to kill her.

"Not endearing yourself to me, girl," Tsunade said. "Now why are you wasting my time? Five words or less."

Akane couldn't afford to hesitate. "Want Mari-sensei's treatment explained."

"Do you know what I did to the last person who tried to make me justify myself?"

"I don't think it matters," Akane said. "You're not going to do the same thing as last time just because it's the same thing as last time."

"Doesn't mean I won't." Tsunade shifted into a less casual pose. "I don't like people who think they can predict me."

People always thought being predictable was a bad thing. And it was, when you were facing an enemy or making the same mistakes over and over. But nobody seemed to understand that the rest of the time… you had to be predictable if you wanted to be reliable.

But that was a discussion for another day, assuming Akane walked out of here alive and capable of speech, and Tsunade was interested in ever speaking with her again. Tsunade probably wasn't a necromancer, so one out of three would do for now.

Akane had read enough about Tsunade. She wasn't a raving lunatic who just happened to be the best healer in the world. There were rules to the game.

"Please tell me why you prescribed that treatment to Mari-sensei," she said simply.

That feeling of pressure returned. It was lighter this time, and Akane was more ready for it, so she was able to avoid falling to the floor by folding her arms onto the table in front of her and letting it take most of the mountain's weight. Some background part of her mind felt a flash of surprise that the table was still in one piece.

"No."

"Why… not?"

"I don't need to give a reason. There's only one person that gets to ask me to justify myself, and her name is Tsunade."

She was here to protect Mari-sensei. That was why she was here. It didn't matter how crushed she got. She just had to protect Mari-sensei. And to do that… she had to be able to think. She'd come here with some kind of question… for when Tsunade refused.

"If you don't explain yourself to anyone… how do you know you haven't done things wrong?"

The pressure disappeared again, as if Tsunade was toying with her.

"I'm the best doctor there is by a mile, girl. Even if I make a mistake, there's no one who could ever catch it for me. And if your best argument is 'Some random carpenter's daughter can spot the holes in your treatment plan', then I think it's time your spine and I had a short but enlightening conversation."

"I know Mari-sensei better than you do," Akane said. "What you're doing won't work."

Finally, Tsunade looked like something other than contemptuous. "Oh, this should be good. Hit me, second best doctor in the world. What am I doing?"

"You're making sure she gets lots of youthful outdoor exercise so she's too tired to think unhappy thoughts. You're having her help Kagome with the arrays so she's being helpful to her family. And you're keeping her silent so she can't talk to people and then go into a cycle of blaming herself for manipulating people again. Oh, and the youthful outdoor exercise will probably make her feel better in general because that's what youth does. Is that right?"

"I don't want to hear the word 'youth' one more time in this conversation."

Akane could do that. Long months spent by Keiko's side had taught her that, with sufficient effort, one could temporarily suppress the instinct to talk about youth and youthfulness. It was a skill she suspected Rock Lee had never learned.

"All right, Ishihara, maybe you've got the basics," Tsunade said grudgingly, putting down her mug. The smell of the drink was so strong it felt like a punch to the face. "You think I can do better?"

Tsunade had never given her a chance to introduce herself. That had to be important, but Akane couldn't take the time to analyse.

"You're making her do busywork and she knows it," Akane said firmly. "Nobody cares about improving the trap arrays except Kagome, and maybe Hazō when he's bored, which he hardly ever is. Mari-sensei might hate her talents right now, but deep down she's proud of being the smart one while other people are better suited to grunt work. Pointless manual labour is only going to make her feel worse. So's getting herself dirty digging ditches all the time. She's vain, and there must be some way to play on that vanity to motivate her to start taking care of herself.

"I get why you don't want her to talk to people. I don't know enough about healing to say whether that's right. But not having people talk to her is wrong. Kagome is a poor conversationalist, and if she's alone with him all day, she's going to feel isolated. You can't let someone be isolated when they're unhappy."

Tsunade picked up her mug and took a drink. "And your better idea is what, exactly?"

"I'd get her to build something useful, like a Lightning-style meditation garden, with the grey sand and the symbolically-placed rocks. I'd have to read up on how to make them, but it isn't complicated, and making one is supposed to be a form of meditation in itself. Every few years, the sages take them apart and start from scratch in order to keep their minds fresh. And I'd encourage people to talk to her when they're home and have a spare minute. Tell them how their day's going, give her news from outside the compound, share their worries—everything they'd talk about anyway. I'd come by every day I could."

"Mm-hmm. And supposing I tell you that you don't get to interfere with the doctor-patient relationship and had better back off while I'm feeling merciful?"

Akane had to channel the Spirit of Youth very, very hard.

"Then I will do all of the things I just said anyway."

Tsunade choked on her drink.

"Say that again."

"I will do all the things I just said anyway," Akane repeated. It was easier than the first time. "You're not in the chain of command, so you can't order me not to. If you're going to stop me… it'll have to be through force."

Technically, Tsunade could just ask the Hokage, but that would mean getting someone else to solve her problems for her. Akane was betting, with very high stakes, that Tsunade wouldn't be able to do it.

Tsunade was staring at her incredulously. "How much of a death wish do you have, girl?"

"I don't. But I don't have any leverage over you that I could use without hurting the people I love—and I have to do my best."

She met Tsunade's gaze. She wasn't strong enough to hold it for any length of time, but she only needed a few seconds.

"A day to celebrate Kagome's birthday. A day to read. A day to say goodbye to the others. After that, I'll come to the compound in the morning… and you do what you have to."

"December 17th," Tsunade said with a grim finality. "I'll be there."

I'll admit that, as dumb and pointlessly risky and cavalier as this whole approach was, it was also really badass. Akane's got guts. I don't think her dedication comes from a very good place, but it is real dedication.

"And this is Jiraiya. He's the Hokage, but he's not that bad once you get to know him."

Kagome is slowly warming up to Jiraiya. Once we set up a little research collaboration for them to bond over, I think convincing him to share the directional explosives won't be that difficult.

"Are you kidding? The Daimyo of Detonation? The greatest of Rock's Explosion Corps? The man who taught the Last of the Dragonlords?"

I note how Kagome refers to Deidara as "Last of the Dragonlords" here, and nobody bats an eyelid, not even Jiraiya who would actually know who Kagome is talking about. What the fuck?

It was important to remind himself of that. Just like Mum hadn't turned into a different person when he realised her flaws, just like Mari-sensei hadn't disappeared from his life after he stopped understanding her, Akane remained Akane no matter how their relationship changed. The bond that had made them friends before it ever made them lovers was still there to rediscover.

Yay for character growth!
 
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