The new mokuton user ( Sasuke x Reader!Senju )

The new mokuton user ( Sasuke x Reader!Senju )

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Last published Tue, Dec 15, 2020

fanfiction hashirama hinanaru hinata hokage

I was just laying in the soft grass, the breez standing my hair up, eyes closed and some chills running down my arms. I feel a pair of eyes on me. I took a large inspiration and brusquely opened my eyes, meeting a pair of onyx eyes. So I spoke up with seriousness: -Menchi the Uchiha. -Akame the Senju, said a girl who seem around her 7 years old, with black long hair, onyx eyes and a pale complexion. *******

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