Clouds of Thunder   von Karu
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                        Kapitel 3: Slightly brightens,
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It doesn't even take Akemi a minute to be back with another plate of yakitori,
chopsticks and two bowls of rice. While the girl from before pours us some more
water I wonder why Aoki bought potatoes instead of rice, since this is- well,
this world is like Japan at least and I can't remember a single occasion where I
saw food with potatoes there.
 
I know that their culture can't be identical to what I'm used to, but the
question still lingers in my mind as I try to fit as much food into my stomach
as possible – knowing Aoki he won't get close to anything serving food with me
from now on, and I simply don't weigh enough to go on a multi-day starvation
diet.
 
"You like it?" Akemi asks, and I honestly don't know if she's talking about the
yakitori, the shop or Kumogakure in general.
 
"The food is really good," I answer carefully, but she only smiles at me in
return, a glimmer of something shining her eyes. She doesn't press for more
however, leaving me to ponder whether she is just a genuinely nice person or
clever enough to not be obvious about her agenda.
 
We just sit there and eat for a while, a comfortable silence between us. It's
the complete opposite than with Aoki actually, because Akemi really seems
interested in me – whatever her reasons for that may be – without pushing me
around at every step. If her tactic is to get information out of me she's very
likely to get it, especially since there is also the good chance that she'll
tell me something about this village and the people living in it in return.
 
When both our bowls are empty the woman points towards the door with her head
and I nod eagerly, excited at the prospect of finally seeing the village instead
of just being pushed through all the streets, Aoki's frown telling me to hurry
all the time.
 
"Where do you wanna go?" she wants to know, and only then do I realize how much
younger her accent sounds compared to that of Aoki or Ichiro. They both seem to
be in their thirties, close to forty perhaps, and Akemi looks more like…
twenty-something I guess, a few years older than me.
 
"There was a-," I stumble over the word and then have to use another one because
I have no idea how to say that in Japanese, "A small well. It was up the road,
past the shop with the katana in the window and then to the right."
 
Never, ever, have I been that thankful for a full semester of learning how to
give and understand directions in Japanese – I could have showed her, of
course, but then again I have no idea if the area if off limits or if Akemi
would have actually let me lead her through the streets.
 
"You want to see the shrine?" she asks, the widening of her eyes and emphasis on
the word telling me that there has to be something special about this place,
"Sure. I bet Jiro shooed you past it. He never liked the place… thinks it's
stupid, doesn't like that the Raikage won't use it for the war. He's just
sulking, don't take it seriously."
 
I don't know if I've understood quite right, but she doesn't let me wonder and
links her arm with mine before I can complain to lead me up the hill.
 
For a while we walk along the cobbled streets in silence. I am just watching the
people going past us, the shinobi as much as the civilians, and then look at the
shops I didn't pay attention to on the way down, the way some buildings show the
wear and tear of wood having withstood the seasons for decades while others
almost shine in their newness. It's fascinating – all of it – and Akemi
doesn't interrupt me at all in my staring, instead tugging me gently in this and
that direction to let me admire the ornate roof of a particular chic house or
take a street that I didn't see on my walk with Aoki.
 
It's… well, nice. My side is warm where she leans against me, and if I don't
look at her I can almost pretend that I'm here with Mimi, and that we're just
walking through some random street in some random Japanese town and that-
 
Better not do that, I remind myself. Enjoying the moment is significantly easier
if you concentrate on what is there rather than on what is missing.
 
"There's no chakra in you," Akemi's voice is perfectly conversational and she
only gives me a short glance before steering us into a marvelous back alley
without shops and only a handful people moving about.
 
"Yes," mutter in return, "I know that."
 
She laughs at that, loud, effortless and without a care, and for a second I can
do nothing but envy her – she's beauti- no, she's gorgeous, she's a ninja, she
was born and lives in this world that's still half a dream to me, she belongs
here…
 
"Civilians don't have chakra," this time she looks at me as she speaks, her gray
eyes unreadable, "You don't have the potential for chakra."
 
Talk about a slap to the face… the implication isn't lost on me – how could
it? – but there's no way for me to respond without giving myself away. Yes,
neither the Raikage nor Aoki forbade me to talk to anyone else about what
happened, but then they didn't have to. Honestly, who would believe me?
 
Akemi seems to have figured it out on her own however, or at least come pretty
damn close. She has to be a sensor, and a particular good one of those if she
can actually distinguish between me and a ordinary civilian of this world – at
least I think so, because in reality I have no idea if I just feel like everyone
else to people like her or if my non-existent chakra is something that's
noticeable for anyone who knows how to look.
 
"Ask Aoki," I eventually say, not trusting myself to make up a story on the fly
that will hold for the rest of my stay here.
 
When she opens her mouth I think she's about to ask a follow-up question, but
then she closes it again without having uttered a word. I only notice that we
have arrived at our destination when her silence makes me aware of the sound of
running water.
 
A traditional fountain for ritual washing is build beside the entrance to the
shrine, completely with a small roof and the statue of a dragon from the mouth
of which the water pours into the rectangular stone basin.
 
The building itself is all wood and not that big. I've seen a lot of larger
shrines and temples in Japan, with additional rooms, entire wings, gold
embellishments and whatnot else. Compared to them this one is tiny. A few wooden
steps lead up to the entrance, the two doors open and almost spanning the entire
front of the two-story pagoda.
 
What catches my eye is the wooden plate above these doors. This is where the
name of the shrine is usually writ- oh my god. I have to be staring, the really
obvious kind, but I can't help it – this isn't at all what I expected.
 
Hachibi Shrine. The shrine of the Eight-Tails.
 
And really, inside the shrine I can see a wooden statue of a Buddha that wears a
flowing robe, his right hand raised, palm pointing away from him, and the left
hand holding a little box with ointment. It's the Healing Buddha, I know that
much, and from the incense sticks burning in front of the statue I can guess
that the Eight-Tails is sealed inside it.
 
Akemi is suddenly standing beside me, first bowing to the statue and then
turning her eyes on me and giving me a quizzical look, "You can feel it?"
 
No, I can't obviously, but it's better if she keeps thinking that – I know
that Hashirama distributed the Tailed Beasts of course, but I didn't consider
that by now one of them could actually still be sealed. The villages fought wars
with their Jinchuuriki, used them as weapons, and seeing that the Hachibi has
remained inside his first prison for I don't know how many years comes as a
surprise.
 
"Why is it in there?" I manage to bite back the still part of the sentence when
asking. Giving my cards away now would be utterly stupid.
 
"The first Hokage, the leader of the Village Hidden in the Leaves, sealed all
nine of the great beasts," she explains with deference for that man larger than
life in her voice, "He gave eight of them to the other villages as gifts, and so
the Two-Tails and the Eight-Tails became ours… the Two-Tails was sealed into a
woman, as the Nine-Tails was sealed in the Shodaime Hokage's wife, but it killed
her. The power was too great and it destroyed our land until we sealed it a
second time, this time into a child. She lived."
 
I urge her to go on with a nod even though I know the story about Hashirama of
course. The bit about the Nibi is news to me, and it want to know why the
Hachibi is still set in wood.
 
"The Eight-Tails is the second most powerful beast after the Nine-Tails, and the
Raikage was advised against sealing it after what happened with the Two-Tails,"
she lowers her voice then, "Now the war has started, and many say that we should
use its power and find a human to contain it in, a Jinchuuriki." 
 
So that's how it is, then. I'm not sure if this is the First Shinobi World War
– it's not yet anyway. It sounds only like a matter of time however, since
they want to find a vessel for the Hachibi.
 
"They must be powerful," I whisper. I know that they are actually, and this
isn't good news. It means that I'm far far away from any part of the Naruto
timeline I'm familiar with. The manga only tells you so much, and with my luck I
got dumped in the part it almost says nothing about.
 
"Don't worry," Akemi assures me, "The Nidaime will find a solution. I was always
against this war happening, but he's extraordinarily good at waging it. He'll
protect us."
 
For want of anything else to say on that topic I turn back around after a short
bow and look at the village. The clouds are still thick on the sky, but I guess
that Aoki summoned me at mid-morning and that it's sometime in the afternoon now
– so we still have a few hours to kill.
 
"Show me something else, please," I ask the kunoichi beside me with a pleading
look, "Your village is very beautiful. I'd like to see more."
 
She seems to ponder the question for a second, but then a smile spreads on her
lips and she takes my hand to pull me along to whatever she wants to show me.
She doesn't even look at me, just gives me an excited, "I know exactly where to
go. You'll love it."
 
The woman obviously has a plan so I just follow her lead, taken a little
off-guard by Akemi's sudden enthusiasm. She seems be genuinely happy however,
her cheeks reddened from excitement and the smile still on her face. The sleeves
of her kimono are blowing in the wind I'm and actually overwhelmed with how
pretty she is in that moment.
 
I'm holding her back of course, because as a ninja she could just run on the
rooftops if she wanted, but my current partner in crime doesn't seem to overly
mind. We're running uphill though, and even without any pollen at that height my
80% lung capacity are approaching their limit fast at our current speed.
 
Fuck, I need to get some training in if I want to survive in that world, that's
for sure…
 
Akemi notices of course, slowing down her tempo. Deep gray eyes give me a
worried look and her head drops a little to the right while she examines me,
"Are you okay? Sorry, I didn't pay attention… hold on."
 
Before I can ask what she means with those words muscled arms have wrapped
around my waist, pressing me close against the other woman's chest – then I'm
in a rollercoaster again as we flicker out of existence and appear somewhere
else in the blink of an eye. I know that the Body Flicker isn't teleportation
but a form of unbelievable, chakra-induced speed, but to me it well could have
been.
 
Did I mention that while being slightly funny on the stomach this method of
transportation is impossibly genius? You don't need to wait for some means of
transportation to arrive, it costs no fuel, and of course it's fucking
instantly. I wish I could get to university like this in the mornings…
 
"There we are," Akemi explains, slowly stepping away from me. Her hands remain
on my sides however, as if she expects me to sway and fall over any second.
 
For the first seconds after I have opened my eyes I see no difference in the
world around us. The sky is still as gray as Akemi's eyes, the wind having
picked up since we left the yakitori shop a while ago. When I look down however,
I see that I'm standing on solid rock instead of cobblestone.
 
That's what makes me suspicious in the first place – then I realize that we
aren't surrounded by buildings anymore, because they are now below us. She
brought me on top of one of the steep mountains and we're standing on an
observation platform that is maybe five on five meters. There is no railing or
anything else to keep hold of, just the rough stone beneath my feet and what…?
Fifty, seventy… meters of abyss in front of me. 
 
I squeak, and not in a dignified way. Fuck, I'm gonna die.
 
"No… down! Down, now," I beg Akemi, standing still as a statue in the
knowledge that one wrong step here could be the last one I'll ever take. The
edge is everywhere around me, down, down, down, meters and meters of free fall
leading to certain death…
 
"Everything is fine," she assures me, frowning, and what she says after gets
eaten by the panic clawing at my brain and telling me to get down. Now. Yes, I
see Akemi's mouth moving, but don't register a single word that comes- I shriek
when her hands leave me and instantly jump her, my arms coming around her middle
in a death grip. I'm not letting her go, no fucking way.
 
"Height, bad. Very bad," is all that I manage to articulate. The fear is
paralyzing me, I know that, but there is only so much you can do in the face of
death and with no way to get yourself out of the situation.
 
"I don't understand," she says to me – and of course, she's a friggin' ninja,
of course she won't understand. She can jump up and down here as she wants, even
if she'll ever fall she can just use chakra or a damn jutsu and catch herself
before-
 
"Danger, dangerous…" I struggle for words, my eyes fixed on her huge breasts
because she's the only thing here that isn't abyss and I know that if I look
anywhere else I'll only get more panicked than I already am. Breathe, breathe.
Hyperventilating isn't an option right now. I have to try and make her
understand, "This is wrong. I want down. I'm afraid. Please."
 
This time she at least seems to understand what I want her to do, because I'm
pulled through space a few seconds later, not daring to look around for a
moment. Please, let this be like normal ground, solid, lovely earth, no damn
mountain again…
 
"It's fine," Akemi whispers, her hand awkwardly petting my back when she slowly
lets me out of her embrace. My pulse is racing in anticipation of seeing another
edge in front of me, but it's really fine because we're actually back down and
there is solid ground beneath my feet as I look down on the street I'm now
standing on. Thank god.
 
"Thank you," I mutter, not liking the look she is giving me in the least – she
looks angry and worried at the same time, eyebrows raised and intense gray eyes
studying me.
 
"Are you ill?" the blonde asks, pressing a hand to my forehead and taking it
away a second later when she finds it cold, "Something is wrong with you. Jiro
should have told me… he never pays attention, always war, war, war, forgetting
what is important…"
 
She's babbling now I guess, because I can't make coherent sentences out of the
words that leave her mouth. I think that she's angry actually, and would have
probably been happy that it's on my behalf, but my head is still mush and I rub
my temples to ease my beginning headache. Ninja are fucking crazy, all of them
– to think that I'd have wanted this yesterday… all I want now is a bed and
probably alcohol, because fuck this I'm stuck in a world full of shinobi and
chakra and Tailed Beasts where literally everything can kill me. Getting drunk
isn't going to make it any worse.
 
Akemi however has other plans. She has linked her arm with mine and is ushering
me into the building we landed in front of. I have absolutely no idea where
we're going, but if I have to take a guess she's hunting for Aoki. Her words
from earlier certainly imply it.
 
The place is a lot smaller than the Raikage Tower and we don't meet a single
person while walking through the narrow corridors – now that I think about it
there wasn't a front desk either, and the entrance was suspiciously small too,
compared to the other buildings I have seen. This isn't a public place then, or
probably just rarely used.
 
Instead of going up a few floors as I expected, Akemi suddenly takes a turn and
leads me down a flight of stairs into the basement. The building is carved right
into the stone of the mountain below us, the aisles now having rough walls of
dark rock and the light coming from naked bulbs.
 
We stop at the first door to the right, but instead of knocking the blonde woman
beside me just walks inside, the voices coming from inside dying down when we
enter the room.
 
Inside there's a lot more space than I expected underground. A big table laden
with notes and papers dominates the room, but maps and what look like profiles
of various people have been pinned to two of the walls. There is also a wooden
cabinet standing in one corner and lots of different weapons scattered all
around the room. This is interesting.
 
"Sit," Akemi says and pretty much pushes me down into a free chair. Then she
tells a man called Isao to look for me – he's a healer I guess? – and from
the fact that the look he gives me is as concerned as it is curious I deduce
that I'm probably still white as a sheet.
 
He comes over without another word, and I have to close my eyes for a moment
because taking that much information in all at once makes my headache worse.
 
Not counting me there are seven people in the room: Akemi, Aoki and his brother,
the Isao-guy, two other men one of which has striking blue eyes and- I know her.
Remembering where I have seen that woman before takes me a few seconds, but then
it comes back to me. She was there in the Raikage Tower when Aoki lead me
outside, and once more I can't stop my gaze from being drawn to her golden eyes.
 
There is something about her… I honestly can't pinpoint it, and that really
sends a throb of pain through my head. She's- what is she? The funny thing is
that I feel like I should know what's so special about her, but no matter how
hard I concentrate I don't come up with anything useful.
 
Akemi is starts talking to Aoki then, I dimly realize as Isao kneels down in
front of the chair she placed me in – her voice suddenly has an edge to it I
can't make sense of at all, but if you try to take everything in all at once
you'll miss some details, and that seems to me what's happening to me now. The
timing is shit obviously but I'm still aware enough to know where my limits are.
 
"Are you hurt?" Isao asks me, black eyes scanning me for wounds from behind his
shaggy red hair. A dark hand takes hold of my wrist and he takes my pulse.
 
"My head hurts," I mumble, trying to listen in on Akemi and Aoki, but his accent
is still shit and I'm way too slow in translating the words I actually
understand. It seems to be general bitching at each other at the moment, but
they could just as well be discussing who to seal the Eight-Tails in and I
wouldn't be any wiser.
 
I flinch in surprise when cool hands are placed on my temples and stare at the
concentrated face of the shinobi in front of me. A faint green glow – goddamn
he's using healing chakra on me, healing chakra! – invades the edges of my
vision and I suspect that I should feel something, anything, but there's nothing
but the faint sensation of a cool breeze blowing over my head. If I hadn't paid
attention to it I wouldn't have felt what he's doing at all… is that how it's
supposed to be?
 
"She's my duty!" Aoki shouts suddenly, his voice rough and angry, "My mistake,
my duty."
 
Whatever Akemi says in return is spoken too fast, but there's no mistaking the
acid behind the words or the sharpness of the stare she sends the other ninja.
Aoki actually avoids her stormy gray eyes after the first eye contact, and I'm
surprised that a woman that nice- no, she's a kunoichi, I remind myself, and
right now she is telling the shinobi opposite her in plain words that she won't
tolerate his bullshit behavior any longer.
 
How did I think her… innocent? Of course she isn't. She's a ninja, a top
sensor from what I can guess, and I should've realized sooner that innocence is
nothing that they can afford. In times of war less than ever.
 
"Captain," Isao interrupts the silence once Akemi has stopped scolding Aoki –
she's still glaring daggers at him, though.
 
They both turn their heads in our direction at once and I can't be sure who of
the two of them he actually addressed. I store that bit of information for later
use.
 
"I don't know what's wrong with her," Isao sounds a little miffed, "She's fine,
but… my chakra isn't working right with her, I think. I don't know why."
 
Rejecting the awesome medical jutsu of the awesome medic-nin that wanted to cure
my headache… check. What did I expect, really? I get thrown into a world full
of chakra and epic ninjutsu-battles and not only can't I use any of the good
stuff, it doesn't even work on me properly. Great.
 
Akemi floods their team medic with a bunch of questions immediately, Aoki
joining in shortly after when Isao says something that has to be half medical
terms because I don't understand a word again. Whatever it is, it gets the three
of them wrapped up in a conversation that is totally over my head.
 
Ichiro saves me from having to concentrate on listening to the gibberish they
talk, fortunately. With one swift movement he has put one arm around me and
pulls me towards the other side of the room, where the golden eyed woman and the
other two men are sitting. None of them pays attention to what the other three
are discussing, so I figure that I don't have to, either – which means that
I'll have to face the unknown instead of the unintelligible. I'm not sure
whether this is an improvement or not.
 
The blonde man gives up his chair so I can sit down instead, since obviously
none of them trusts me to remain standing. He's the smallest of the group save
goldy-eyes, with light skin and bright blue eyes. His hair is pulled back in the
back of his head into a short ponytail and compared to all the other men he is
quite slender.
 
"Shibata, Raiden. Nice to meet you," he bows in perfect timing with the words.
 
I can't read him at all, but shrug it off when my eyes wander to the guy
lounging in the chair beside me. He's almost the perfect contrast to Raiden…
dark skin, very short black hair and warm brown eyes. His posture is lazy, eyes
half closed, and obviously he can't be bothered to give me more than a nod in
acknowledgement, "Takagi, Hideki."
 
"Saeko," I introduce myself, lowering my head as good as I can without provoking
the headache into making me dizzy, "It's a pleasure meeting you. Excuse my
language, I'm not good at speaking."
 
"You're good enough," her voice is right beside me and I jump in my seat in
surprise when the words are whispered into my ear. Hands come down on my
shoulders, damn, I flinch again, and her fingers slowly start digging into the
tense muscles of my shoulder blades – it hurts, it hurts fucking good
actually, because if you've learnt to live with a constantly cramped back as I
do you come to anticipate the relaxation of your muscles after someone has
loosened them, no matter how painful it is.
 
"Half your headache comes from your back," she lectures me, the thumb of her
left hand pushing against a knot until I growl, "You should work out."
 
"Who are you?" I ask, because she is so different that it's puzzling me.
Something is off about that woman, and the closer she is the more nervous she
makes me. It's not that she's beauti-
 
I shriek when my chair is suddenly tilted back, two legs dangling in the air and
my head falling back against the backrest with a soft clonk. The golden-eyed
woman prevents me from tumbling over with a knee to the back of my seat, her
hands still on my shoulders and her face now directly above mine.

"I thought you knew," her tone is just that little bit mocking, not enough to be
easily recognized but enough to be a slap to the face to those who pick it up.
Bitch.
 
She catches my gaze and holds it. Strands of messy black hair fall around her
face, too short to hide her features, and a- a feral grin has spread on her
lips, her white teeth contrasting strongly with the chocolate color of her skin.
She is so close to me that it makes me uncomfortable and she has to know it with
the stare she gives me. It's- it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up,
because she looks at me like I'm prey, and-
 
"You're the Jinchuuriki of the Two-Tails," I think and say it at the same time,
not being able to suppress the small hitch in my voice at the realization.
 
"Ah, of course," her voice is a purr now, or as close as a human- the vessel of
demon made of chakra can come. Which is very close, I now realize. Well, she is
half a cat I suppose, so it shouldn't come as that much of a surprise to me.
Still, she's the fucking vessel of Matatabi, she could make an entire village
level with the ground if she lost control over the beast inside her. I have to
admire that despite that she seems to be a rather sane person.
 
"Kin, let her down," Ichiro commands the Jinchuuriki from my side, and luckily
for me she obliges tamely enough, her hands on my shoulders slowly putting the
chair back on all fours before she resumes her massage – I'm not complaining,
let the woman do what she's good at… besides killing, of course.
 
Raiden gives me a curious stare when my gaze sweeps over him, but I settle my
gaze on Ichiro, trying not to stare at his scar but kind of having to since I
automatically settle my eyes on where his should be. How he notices me looking
at him I don't know, but his features become a little bit softer when I do.
 
"What happened?" he eventually asks, tilting his head in thought. There is a
faint undercurrent of concern in his voice, and it shouldn't hit me as hard as
it does that he actually cares a little.
 
A big hand is thrust in my direction before I can formulate an answer, and I
accept it gladly. Talking with kanji is so much easier than having to find words
to tell people what I want, failing at building what in English are easy, neat
sentences. All I have to do is write the symbols for height and fear into his
open palm before I hear Ichiro sigh. I add danger and bad for good measure, but
I can already see that he understands what I couldn't communicate to Akemi.
 
"Why do you fear height? It cannot hurt you," he wants to know, not because he
doesn't believe me but because he does – it's nice to not have people pulling
at me or wanting words from me I don't have, for once. Understanding. The
thought is like a warm, cozy blanket to my overworked brain.
 
"You fall, you have chakra, you're save," I answer, saying it out loud so the
others will get it too and not simply laugh because I'm afraid of heights, "I
fall, I have no chakra, I die."
 
Kin makes a strange hissing sound behind me and her hands stop their
ministration of my back for a second. I tense and expect a violent reaction, but
her finger go back to work seconds later and I relax. Hideki looks at me funny
and Raidon simply doesn't seem to care, but that's better than anyone belittling
me because I'm perfectly a normal, perfectly useless human being, thank you very
much.
 
"Akemi would've caught you," the Jinchuuriki in my back finally points out, and
I don't know how to feel about that – it's not like I can expect those
strangers to rescue me when I'm about to die, that I can depend on them like
they're my friends. They aren't obviously, and just assuming that someone like
Aoki would rescue me is bloody damn stupid when my life is on the line. The
Raikage thinks that he can benefit from me knowing an unknown language, yes, but
how much is that information really worth? I don't know, and I'm not about to
guess and die because I chose wrong.
 
My headache is back with a vengeance now. Shit.
 
"Are you a team?" I ask, motioning around the room to make clear that I mean all
of them. Best to distract all of us in one go.
 
Hideki grins smugly and leans back in his chair, "Of course. We're one of the
two best squads in Kumogakure, and one of the biggest, too. Twenty-one people
all in all, the strongest shinobi of the village. We're doing the mission no-"
 
"Shut up, Takagi," Aoki snaps from the other side of the room, and the other
ninja instantly obeys the order, his mouth clapping shut in mid-sentence. It's
funny to look at, especially because Hideki does as he is told first and makes a
sour face afterwards, his mouth still closed.
 
The other three have finished their discussion and are walking over, both Aoki
and Akemi not looking happy with whatever they agreed on. The stare he gives me
is full of scorn, but at least he isn't back to calling me Usui… yet.
Depending on how bad his mood is, that and worse will probably come later when
there are less people to object if he treats me like shit. Gotta love that guy.
Not.
 
"You're… famous, then?" I raise my eyebrows in disbelief when I say it, just
because I can and my head hurts and Aoki is an ass.
 
Aoki smiles smugly and bends down so we're almost face to face, "Damn right we
are. We are named after one of the best shinobi in the history of Kumogakure.
We're meant to be great."
 
I stare at him, just sit there and stare.
 
For a blissful instant my head is completely empty… and then my knowledge
about the Naruto universe slams into me with full force. I remember everything,
remember what I know about Kumo, and Konoha, and what time I'm in, and that the
First Shinobi World War is about to start, and it dawns on me what they are
about to tell me.
 
"We're the Kinkaku Force," Akemi explains proudly.

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