Moon Devourer

Because They Sure As Hell

Before

"Holy Kami, Hatake," the desk chunin observed his getup of bags and everything he deemed important, "I know the scroll wrote down no weight requirement on the amount to bring on you, but you're going to make those poor horses cry."

"The wagon is containing nothing more than the amount of grain and rations, chunin-san," he does not eye-smile, but the urge to do so is there, "if you are asking a genin to go on a mission run all by himself, of course the genin will prepare."

The chunin quieted in an instant, gazing at the hair Kakashi had neglected to cut. Neglected was a very funny way of saying intentionally. He did not, and would not cut his hair, but he'd trim it at most.

Oh yes. Konohagakure was still whispering about the White Fang's dishonor. But he'd gone through that.

He'd been a friend-killer, which was by all means only a single step behind 'kin-killer'. The disgrace of Hatake Sakumo would never outreach that one. 

Kakashi was also playing the long game that way, by making people be reminded of Hatake Sakumo in his son... well, their regrets would be there when he became good at being a shinobi. Also, fear tactics, it was quite easy to make foreign shinobi think that the white fang was coming back to kill them all. 

And also a jab at Shimura Danzo. Nothing else, nothing more.

The chunin at the gates were already pretending that he was signing a death warrant. Well, for a Genin, that is. He was a jounin in a Genin's body, as long as he had the mind, he could do it.

That being said; he really needs to amp up the training again.

He twitches his fingers, and so a mild compulsion was laid in the form of an E-rank Genjutsu. Animals couldn't break out of it. 

The gate chunin whistled appreciatively at the Hatake as he sat on top of the caravan and left. 

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Before

Kabuto-san was a constant presence now, after their first meeting, considering his duties. Kabuto-san also loved the pot of Hydrangea and constantly asked for a few petals to press.

Somehow, he was very, very aware that Kabuto-san were not using them to press into books. Or paper, or cups. He checked even the trash.

So when the Matron-san came down with a case of diarrhea, as well as almost every other child in the Orphanage... well, he knew what had happened, he just drank the tea that day, ushering Kabuto-san, who was strangely reluctant that day as well to drink it.

Nothing happened to both of them, and Kabuto-san looked to him with something that was maliciously considering. Perhaps he had revealed his hand a bit too early. Perhaps Kabuto-san was a psychopath.

He shook his head at the desk as he munched at a petal-saturated loaf of Hydrangea. No. Kabuto-san was a child, despite being a strange child, he could not be mean, nor angry at a two year old for accidentally poisoning an entire orphanage.

"Kabuto-san," He kneels down to pat at the white-haired boy's shoulder, "did you know, Hydrangea is very, very poisonous in heavy doses?"

"Oh."

"That's right, Kabuto-san," he tells the boy, flipping the toothpick in his mouth around so he could talk a bit freely, "please don't touch my Hydrangea flowers again."

With Kabuto-san cowed, he expected that to be the end of the problem. 

No. No it was not the end of the problem, it was in fact the start of a new one.