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The Best Man(s)

Chapter Fifteen: The Best Man(s)

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Tobi: so, when r we having da games?

Lightweight Madara: Sasuke, this is to remind you that you have said you will be hosting an event to determine your best man. Or, just pick me. – Madara Uchiha

Evil Dumbass: Little brother, I have wiped your ass and cleaned your vomit. The latter happening last year. I deserve this fucking spot

Da bomb: Sasu~ Pick Itachi~

Mad. Bro.: When will the games take place? I need an appropriate cigar.

Curly: I need a badass best man outfit

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After so much damn insistence and impatience, Sasuke decided to have the Best Man Competition today. He'd let Suigetsu and Juugo know a few days ahead (they wanted a shot when they heard about it), and his family extremely last minute since they wouldn't shut the fuck up. Not that it did much because at 8 AM sharp they were all in his parent's backyard with their smug, unwavering (Uchiha-only) looks plastered on their faces.

The competitors were:

Itachi

Shisui

Obito

Madara

Suigetsu

Juugo

Mikoto and Fugaku sat on the outdoor furniture, camera ready to record the whole thing. They were certain this event would go down in family history. To remain impartial, Sasuke would only watch over the competition and offer commentary. Izuna sat on one of his lounge chairs with shades and nursing a glass of whiskey, with his head tilted back. He didn't particularly care who would win but he enjoyed good ol' Uchiha's fighting to the death.

Naruto, wearing a black jumpsuit and orange loafers, started the competition by lighting the metal Uchiha (fan) with a torch. Sasuke stood by his side, holding him by the hip and smirking at his family. He was looking forward to watching them carry on the ridiculous tasks.

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First Event

In the far distance, there was an abundance of rubber ducks. Gaara stood in front of the water and spoke with amusement, "So for the first round, Uchiha's, you will be swimming to the rubber ducks, grabbing one, swimming back and it will continue until all the ducks are gone. Those who have the most will move on to the next round."

Naruto watched as the contestants removed their shirts, leaving them only in their swim trunks. The one that shocked Naruto was Madara. He turned to Sasuke, mouth hanging. "Madara is ripped. Holy fuck. And he's tatted what the fuck."

Sasuke rolled his eyes as he watched the older Uchiha stretch his muscles, "That's why no one falls for his guilt trips about his dying wish."

The blonde's eyebrows raised, "He's going to live to be 350."

"Probably." Sasuke scoffed. He might be old as fuck, but he was still winning athletic competitions and apparently getting laid. Fucking gross.