Team 13 was originally slated to have a mission that started with escorting a man with the materials he'd bought all the way back to his homeland, Wave Country, and then guarding him while he went about building his masterpiece bridge.
However…
***
"So this is the team that's supposed to protect me?" the drunk asked, sneering at the assembled ninja. "Some little girl in a dress, a cosplayer and a boy with pink hair. Just great," he said, clearly displeased.
"…This team is the most promising one Konoha has seen in decades," Minato said, his smile a bit strained, "I assure you. Even if they didn't have my full trust, which they do, there is always a failsafe. Their teacher would normally never take a mission with such a low rank."
"That's right!" the tall, white haired man that was standing behind the three adolescents said, grinning widely, "for I am the gallant Toad Sage of Mount Myoboku, Jiraiya!" he finished.
"Ah. That's super good," Tazuna said, clearly grinning at the unimaginably good deal he'd managed to get. Normally, hiring Jiraiya would cost a million times what hiring this team cost. Particularly for a C rank. "Your fame precedes you, Jiraiya-sensei," Tazuna said, as he dug into the travelling bag that he carried with him even now, pulling out a small orange book. "Would you mind..?"
"Always willing to accomodate a fan," Jiraiya said, nodding with a smile. "Now, then, I suppose they should introduce themselves. Go on, team, you need to practice giving a dramatic introduction anyway!"
"Uhm… I guess. I'm Haruno Gohan, nice to meet you," Gohan said, offering Tazuna an easy smile.
Jiraiya, however, stamped his foot. "That's no good! Put a little flair into it! Make a statement with your statements! Show me you're proud to be who you are! Uchiha-chan, show him how it's done!"
Rin looked at Jiraiya. "Really?" she asked.
"Yes, really!" Jiraiya said. "It's part of your training."
Rin sighed, not willing to get into a longer discussion, as she was tapped out on her level of stupid already. "I am Uchiha Rin, head of the Uchiha Clan. As long as we're here, no one will harm you," she said, and though the words themselves were passionate, her tone was bored and clearly uncaring.
"Dammit, you guys have no spirit!" Jiraiya said, glaring at them both. "Okay, then, hime-chan, it's all up to you! Show those two bozos how a real legend in the making introduces herself!"
"Of course!" Rozalin said, triumphantly, crossing her arms and smiling a smug smile, as she turned her chin up at Tazuna. "I am Namikaze Rozalin, the daughter of the mighty Yellow Flash! No one will harm you as long as you are under my protection!" she said, her yell full of confidence and energy.
"That's my girl!" Jiraiya said, pumping his fist into the air triumphantly, "and that's why you've starred in my past six books, Naru-chan!"
"It's only natural that I be the best," Rozalin said, simply.
"Wait… Yellow Flash… isn't it that guy over there?" Tazuna asked, gesturing towards the Hokage behind his desk, who looked mildly amused at the events taking place in front of him.
"Yes, that is my father," Rozalin said.
"Indeed, Rozalin is my daughter," Minato confirmed.
"Erh… Uh…" Tazuna began to sweat.
Here he was in deep shit.
Because he imagined that he could get away with his actions if he was just assigned a team of nobodies… or if he was assigned a team with such an elite teacher. He figured that with Jiraiya along, nothing would happen. The problem was that while he'd been assigned a team with a teacher so powerful that he figured the fudged mission ranking would be irrelevant to him… He wasn't assigned someone who had three nobodies as his students.
He had the very Yondaime Hokage's daughter on his protection detail.
And he was absolutely, one hundred percent sure, that if one scratch got on her because he lied about the mission ranking, there wouldn't be a Land of Waves to come back to by the time the Fourth Hokage was done exacting his revenge. The rampages the man had gone on over attempted assassinations of his daughter were legendary, even amongst civilians.
"Is there something you'd like to say, Tazuna-san?" Minato prodded.
And the fucker knew.
He KNEW that Tazuna was lying.
"Does the fact that I was super desperate act as any sort of extenuating circumstance? If it helps, I'm super sorry about it," Tazuna said, trembling a little.
"Oh, I'm just glad you decided to confess right now, while we can still arrange a proper agreement for a B Rank mission. Or perhaps… yes, I believe I have a better idea in mind."
"That's boring," Jiraiya admitted, "I thought we'd at least get to face the first few missing nins before he broke down and admitted it," he said, pouting. "Anyway, team, the charade's up. Let's pick up our real mission for today and go."
"We're done? Good," Rin said, wrinkling her nose, "the less I have to be around this drunk, the better."
"Well, I hope you guys are ready for a run, 'cause we're doing courier work today," Jiraiya said, as Minato threw a scroll to him.
Team 13 all nodded and followed as Jiraiya departed, ignoring the sweating Tazuna, left alone with the most dangerous man in the Elemental Nations.
And that's how Team 13 got their first C rank under their belt, namely intimidating a client into telling the truth with a bit of acting, and picked up their second. Mail delivery service. Truly, a job worthy of super elite shinobi!
Now, why they had to run all the way to Takigakure… well, that, was anyone's guess.
But it was probably because Jiraiya enjoyed watching them suffer.
***
"I think we might have made a terrible mistake," Shinji said, as he jumped out of the bushes, his pants forgotten behind.
"You think!?" Sharpener hissed, as the three chunin circled them.
"Oh my," one of them said, "so you boys want to play, huh?"
"…Please don't break my butt," Shinji whimpered.
"Okay," another of the chunin said.
"Really?" Shinji asked, hopefully.
"Nope."
Sharpener glared at Shinji. "Where the hell's Tink, anyway?"
"Fuck if I know," Shinji said, taking a step back as one of the chunin advanced, cracking his knuckles.
"His ass is grass the next time I see him," Sharpener said.
"Agreed," Shinji… agreed.
***
"What is this?" Rozalin asked, tilting her head slightly and narrowing her eyes, looking at an odd contraption in one of the stores that the team had been taken to in Takigakure. A place where they could restock on supplies, mostly weapons. The thing she was looking at was heavily ornate, and it seemed to be a tube of steel set on a handle, far as she could tell.
"Hm. Caught yer eye did it, lass?" the shopkeeper said, his gruff tone at odds with his oddly effeminate build. The man was a blacksmith, she had expected a large, refrigerator-sized mountain of muscle with hair covering his every limb. Instead, he was slight, shorter than her even, and he looked like he didn't have an ounce of muscle, either. "Well, I dinnae blame yeh," the man said, nodding, "tha' ri' dere, 's a gun," he said. "Me invention, a pistol."
"A… pistol? What is that?" Rozalin asked, genuinely curious.
"See, I was lookin' at 'em messkets, yenno, like 'e uns 'e royals use," he explained, the thick accent made worse by the fact that he was chewing on some gum. He seemed to put it aside in his mouth for a moment, though. "'n tha's when I thought 'ey were too big 'n unwieldy," he added.
"I see. So this is basically a smaller, one handed musket, then?" Rozalin asked, looking at the sleek, compact design, now that she could compare it to the rifles the royal armies of the Daimyo used, it looked a lot more appealing. If only because it was compared to the unwieldy and inefficient weapons she remembered muskets to be.
The man nodded. "Dinnae hafta lose any power. Muskets are poorly designed, lotsa room fer improvement," the man explained, walking to the display case and removing the pistol. He seemed to hold it in a somewhat casual, yet oddly cautious manner. "Gotta be careful—handle it carelessly an' it just mit' misfire," he explained, looking at it for a few seconds.
"But how does this fire, let alone with the same potency as a musket? Those mechanisms are big by necessity, aren't they? Plus the black powder…"
"Da's the beauty. I do sealwork on me own stuff," he said, "this baby's inscribed with all sorta seals. It don't fire with black powder, it uses your chakra to ignite, and to get past the limitations o' reloadin', I made it fire concentrated spheres of chakra. Can punch through ten centimeters of steel, it can," the man noted. "Well, if'n ye can power that kinda shot, 'nyway. Prolly'll just kill ya if ye try. Eats chakra like a motherfucker, too," he added as an afterthought. "Too much. Two shots and I'm wiped, an' I got pretty large reserves."
"Hm… Can I try to fire it once, to check?" Rozalin asked.
"Sure ye can, lassie," he said. "Tell ye what, I wan' ye firin' at those over there," he said, gesturing to a distant set of leather armor with a rather thick, circular shield. "Tha's a prototype. Been meanin' to test, see if I can make shields as good as I make weapons. Tell me how yer feelin' after a shot," he added, handing her the pistol.
Rozalin nodded, carefully taking aim. She was corrected in how to properly hold it, as well as how to aim. She was told how to correctly brace herself. "I'm a shinobi," she remarked, when he asked about the ridiculously tough muscle hidden beneath her soft and supple skin.
"Never coulda told, meself," he said with a grin, showing he knew perfectly well. "Now get ready, fire when yer aim's steady."
Rozalin nodded. She held her breath for a second and stilled her hand. Using a level of muscle control that could not be achieved without loads of training, she remained perfectly still as she took careful aim. The shield wasn't very far, and her eyesight, keenest amongst all those she knew, centered on the very middle of the shield he'd shown her. She squeezed the trigger.
Her face twisted into a grimace as her hand was blown back, the weapon had kicked against her with enough force to actually unsteady her hand, and slightly strain her wrist. She grimaced when she noticed that there was a bit of lingering pain on her arm. It'd probably bother her for a while.
On the flipside, the shield, the set of armor, and a chunk of the wall behind them, had been completely and utterly obliterated.
"Hot damn, tha's a hella powerful chakra," the man said. "Well, lassie, what do ye think?"
"It's an amazing weapon," Rozalin admitted, rolling her wrist. "There's room for improvement. The kickback, for starters, and the potency… for the amount of chakra it drained, I'd expected a bigger punch. How much for it?"
"As you said it yourself, this baby 'ere is one amazing weapon," he said, smiling greedily. "And it has an amazing price to match. A bargain, really, at twenty six thousand Ryo. Throw in two more thousand and ah'll throw in my notes on its construction, so ye can repair it if ye need to," his accent was noticeably less present when he began to discuss the price.
Which, by the way, was absolutely ridiculous. She knew that with that amount of money, she could purchase enough in the way of supplies to keep her miser teammate happy for months, and that was accounting for the fact that the woman seemed to think jewels were disposable. But Rozalin didn't really care about that, in the end. She'd just been given a shiny new toy, and the price mark?
"I see," Rozalin said, simply. "Hm… I suppose that should work, yes," she said, simply. Then she dug into one of her pockets and withdrew a small purse.
The blacksmith frowned. "Got enough coin on ye, lassie?"
"Of course. I never leave home without enough to cover any of my expenses," she said, scoffing at him. She opened the purse and then dug her hand in. Soon enough, she pulled a rolled up wad of bills. "This should be enough," she said, depositing it in the man's hands. "Keep the notes, I won't be needing them."
The man unrolled the wad of bills, and began to salivate. There were thirty thousand ryo in his hands. Of course, he would not tell her that. She had to know, if she was a shinobi. It didn't surprise Rozalin in the least. "Pleasure doin' business with ye, lassie. 'n don' worry, yer damage bill's covered too."
Rozalin nodded. "I will need to find a holster for it," she said, rubbing her chin, turning around and leaving the store.
She missed the man's eyes glinting as she left the store and closed the door behind herself. However, when she turned around and entered the store again, to ask about the holster…
There was nobody there.
"How odd," Rozalin commented, idly. There was a small sign telling her to ring the bell to call, as the owner was in the back. She dismissed the odd sense of deja vu and instead just left. She'd get a holster custom designed for her at home. It was her privilege as the fourth Hokage's daughter, after all!
***
Gohan took a deep breath, holding his hands in front of himself, pouring his energy into the waterfall that flowed in front of him. Behind him, he knew that Rin stood a few paces back. She was sitting on top of the water. Her exercise was less about raw power and more about control. She had to keep herself from getting wet, and Gohan himself would provide the added difficulty.
How?
With a loud yell, Gohan quickly snapped into motion and pushed forwards, towards the waterfall, letting his energy spike for a moment.
In front of him, the waterfall exploded, sending water everywhere. For a moment, Gohan was glad that he'd brought along a swimsuit this time, as he had no problem getting wet. Though it also reminded him that not a few paces behind him, seated on the river was one of the village's most beautiful females, sitting cross legged in such a way that he could see every contour of her body, as detailed by the skin tight fabric of her swimsuit.
Unbeknownst to him, his teacher had set it up on purpose, if only to see if he could provoke any further development in that direction.
The water exploded in every direction, soaking Gohan to the bone and rushing past him, crashing down on Rin. Soon enough, however, it passed, and Rin let out a deep breath. Other than her hair being a little wet, she remained untouched by both the water beneath as well as the one that had just rushed past her. "That was… harder than I was expecting."
"Your chakra control needs to be top notch. You can't afford to screw up with those bombs of yours," Jiraiya said, from where he stood a few paces away, reading one of his books. "So I'm giving you the hardest control exercises I can think of. By the by, Rozalin should be back just about…"
"Now," Rozalin confirmed, walking from the tree line. "I am not your errand girl," she said, glaring at her teammates, before sighing, "but I did bring the lunch you asked me for," she said. "However, I spent some time looking for other supplies. I found something interesting. Jiisan, would you mind..?"
"Of course not, hime!" Jiraiya said, springing up. "Show me," he said, as Rozalin put down the bag with takeout she'd brought along on a smallish rock.
Gohan and Rin quickly caught up with her and Jiraiya, and lunch began.
Rozalin pulled the pistol out of the storage seal stitched on the inner side of her left sleeve. "It's a pistol," she explained, launching into what she had been told about its capabilities.
"That's a pretty steep price," Gohan commented.
"Of course it is. She was probably overcharged. She does look the part of a noble bimbo," Rin commented.
"I'm more interested in the disappearing salesman… why would he leave his store unattended?" Jiraiya said, frowning.
"It is not my fault that you look like the filthy peasant that you are," Rozalin countered. "Nonetheless… It is a powerful weapon. Inefficient, but I believe that's nothing that a sealmaster can't fix."
"Hm… I'll see what I can do about that. Actually, this is as good a time as any to get all of you started on basic sealing lessons. And yeah, I know you've got the basics, but reviews never killed anyone!"
None of them seemed particularly pleased by this.
***
After a day of fun on the water, and by that I mean it was fun for Jiraiya as he spent the entire day beating the everloving tar out of his team after their lessons on sealing were done, the response to the message was finally written, and Team Jiraiya prepared to depart all the way back to Konoha.
The trail back was mostly uneventful. Because it was so late, though, Jiraiya opted for them to make a rest stop at a town that was on the way. It was a fairly small little village, no more than a hundred inhabitants at most, and the fact that it had an inn at all was impressive, particularly considering it wasn't that bad a place. It was a peaceful, picturesque village, the kind that appears solely in tales. Strangely enough, the village was populated mostly by rather young people, instead of the expected aged ancients.
And then Jiraiya had to reveal that the image was, in fact, too good to be true when he revealed it was actually a bounty hunter hub. The village earned most of its income by catering to the needs of missing nin. They paid their protection fee to Taki, and as such, survived to continue to do so. It was a strange kind of arrangement, but one that was economically beneficial for all involved, and as such it was tolerated.
The population's youth was also quickly explained, as it was a recent settlement, all things considered, built ten years ago. Nine, if you're not counting the time spent scouting the place. The people who'd originally settled were entering their thirties or forties, and just about all of them, one way or another, made their income off of the 'tourism'.
The 'Inn' served as a rather… sleazy bar, as well, during the night. Rozalin hadn't stopped complaining about having to sleep at such a despicable establishment, and how it made her feel dirty in ways she couldn't even explain, since they first learned of the town's nature, and she'd made more than one threat of just simply wiping it off the map entirely.
Had she not been walking around with Jiraiya of the Goddamned Sannin, some might've decided to 'teach her a lesson' for her tendency to run her mouth. Of course, there was an odd, idiotic man who seemed not to recognize Jiraiya, who thought they were just some nobodies.
This led to an incident on the rather sleazy bar, as that guy was seated on the table next to theirs, with some of his buddies. The rather low lighting of the bar when one of the village's girls wasn't on stage providing entertainment couldn't' be blamed, though, as Jiraiya was rather visible even in low light conditions. Plus, they were closer to the lights away from the stage, closer to the bar, so it didn't even make sense why he wouldn't recognize Jiraiya on sight.
"Shaddup, ya bitch! We're all sick 'n tired of your whining, so shut the hell up and let us enjoy ourselves in peace!" the man had yelled, drunk enough to be ignorant of the amused faces that dominated the scenery around him, as people began to bet about how much Jiraiya was going to kick his ass. Everyone knew that if the man was with some genin brats, it was likely that the blonde was the Yondaime Hokage's precious princess. It was just common sense that someone that high profile would be with one of the few Ninja in Konoha who could protect her. Which meant Jiraiya would probably be awfully protective of the girl, as would only be expected.
Even the smashed veterans could tell that fucking with that genin team was suicide.
"Dude, shut up! You don't know who you're fucking with!" one of his buddies yelled, smacking him.
"Who the fuck cares who they are? It's just some annoying, bratty noble bimbo and probably a bunch of servants to accompany her! Hell, I'm sure they're all eager to get back at her! I can't imagine she's any more pleasant to them than she is to everyone else here," the guy said, surprisingly eloquent for someone who wore the flush of high quality booze on his face.
"Well, he's got a point. You're incredibly annoying," Rin said, smiling widely.
"Eh, let's not add fuel to the fire, okay?" Gohan said, turning to Rin. "We really shouldn't be making trouble here," he added.
"Heh. We do look like a noble's retainers, don't we?" Jiraiya said, scratching his chin. "Eheheh, a young maiden, traveling along with her retainers, the young, innocent boy, the snarky maid with a heart of gold, and the experienced butler to initiate her into the world of the perverse… This just writes itself!" Jiraiya said, giving the guy sitting on the table next to them a big thumbs up. "Can you give me your name? I'm totally gonna credit you for this one! Ohh, I just keep getting ideas! The snarky maid, tired of her mistress's overbearing attitude, decides to bend her over her knee to teach her…"
Rin flushed. "While I'm not against the idea of spanking some sense into that idiot, I'm not going to be touching her perfectly formed ass any time soon!"
"…Eh? I don't get it," Rozalin admitted, simply. "Either way, I'm hungry. Where's my food?" she asked.
"Where you just not paying attention at all?" Gohan asked, somewhat surprised. "Though now that you mention it, it has been like, an hour since we ordered…"
"Well it WAS a big order," Rozalin said, nodding sagely. "I think cooking an entire cow might take some time."
"A shame, because I'm really, really hungry, too," Gohan said.
Meanwhile, Jiraiya had leaned back, grinning widely.
"I can totally see the plot outline in my head. Quick, I need pen and paper!" Jiraiya declared, pointing his finger at the sky, and gesturing with his other hand as if he expected something to land there. Lo and behold, a poof of smoke revealed the items he'd asked for. Quickly, he put the pen to the recently appeared notebook. "Here we go. The noble maiden embarks on a journey to a distant land, and she does so with her three most trusted retainers, the experienced butler and veteran bodyguard who's been with her for the entirety of her life, the snarky young maid with a heart of gold who served as her childhood friend and the newest addition to her personal retinue, a young, innocent boy sheltered from the world!"
"What the hell…" Rin muttered, looking at her teacher as he began to write down what he spoke out loud.
"The maiden's building frustration leads to her angering her beautiful maid, who decides that she needs to be taught a lesson! To teach her a lesson, the maid seeks the help of the experienced veteran, who teaches her how to dominate an uppity woman like the noble mistress! The maid then bends the mistress over her knee, and delivers bare handed punishment!"
"Okay, this is really starting to go way too far," Rin said, beginning to dig through her pockets.
"But it only serves to frustrate her mistress even more, ruining her mood, and thus ruining everyone else's! That's when the maid and the veteran come together and decide to use the third wheel at their disposition, the young and nice boy who has unknowingly been the source of their shared mistress's frustrations, as he remains oblivious to her affections! It's through a cunning plan that the noble mistress and the innocent boy are put into a compromising position, only for them to botch it entirely!"
"Lightning or fire? So hard to choose," Rin muttered to herself, looking at two tags that lay in her hands.
"Deciding that this is too important to be left to chance, the maid takes it upon herself to facilitate the encounter, and finds herself dragged into it! Lost to her lust, she decides she has truly found happiness in the arms of her lov—"
There was a sound not unlike crackling lightning and a gas explosion happening at the same time, and Jiraiya was promptly silenced.
"That was… excessive," Gohan said, frowning even as he used a napkin to clean the sauce that had gotten on his cheeks while he devoured the heavily condimented meat.
"What was he talking about?" Rozalin asked, as she removed the rib she'd just cleaned from in front of her face, which she'd been busy stuffing.
"Nothing important," Rin said, simply.
"You look sort of flushed. Are you okay?" Gohan asked. "You might be developing a fever," he added.
"Look, I'm okay, don't worry about it," Rin said, shaking her head.
"You sure? It might've been something you ate… or didn't eat," Gohan tried.
"I'm okay, I promise!"
"But you're all red…" Gohan tried once more.
"I'M NOT BLUSHING! I'm not turned on by the thought of spanking Rozalin, and I'm DEFINITELY not turned on by the thought of a threesome with you and her! So stop reading into it!" she yelled.
"Eh..? Okay," Gohan said, deciding to focus back on his food, as he went back to eating at a remarkable pace.
Jiraiya, meanwhile, wiped the soot off his no longer spotless outfit. "You know you practically confessed just now, don't you? You're lucky they're both too naive and concentrated on something else to notice."
"STOP IGNORING ME!" the guy from earlier shouted, tossing a fork at them.
Rin blocked it with her knife, then turned to glare at the guy. "If you try that again, I won't use a harmless bomb like the ones I used on him," she said, gesturing towards Jiraiya.
"I wonder if you can make an arousal bomb," Jiraiya muttered.
"You assholes!" the guy said, picking up his knife and getting ready to throw it.
A topaz smacked him on the forehead and bounced. He blinked, looking as it traced a small arc in front of him.
Then everything went white for a second, and when the light faded, the guy was sprawled on the ground, clutching at his eyes.
"Nice flashbang," Jiraiya complimented. "That one's new, isn't it?" he asked.
"I can only make decent flashbangs with actual Topaz, though, so they're very expensive," Rin admitted. "Probably shouldn't have used it."
"Yeah, probably," Jiraiya said, nodding. "Oh, hey, my ears have stopped ringing."
The barman had approached Team Jiraiya's table shortly after. "Sirs, madams, we're afraid that we're going to have to ask you to leave…" he said.
"You're welcome to try to kick them out before they're done with their meal," Rin said, "I'm certainly not going to get in between them and their food after a day of training," she said, grabbing her part of the order and digging into it.
Jiraiya, who already had his filled plate, merely smiled at the guy. "Don't worry, I'll stop any other incident way before it's a problem," he said, patting his chest. "Hey, everyone!" he yelled. "Don't make any more trouble, or I'll be forced to smack a bitch," he said, grinning widely.
"Aye aye, Jiraiya-dono!" the men chorused.
"Do they know you?" Rin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Most of them know of me," Jiraiya said, shrugging. "I'm pretty sure I could take everyone here with my hands tied behind my back and being blindfolded. And that's while accounting for the fact that I have to protect you guys from the ones you can't take on your own. So yeah, I'm pretty sure we shouldn't have further trouble."
Then he grabbed the beer glass in front of Rin and switched it with his half empty one.
"Tell you what, you bozos, since you're such a good crowd, how about a round of drinks for everyone on me to apologize for my student's flashbang?" he asked, grinning.
There were a dozen men and half that many women in the bar. Eighteen drinks for all would come to somewhere around two thousand Ryou, because Jiraiya was sure they'd pick the good stuff since he was paying.
Everyone cheered.
Jiraiya made more than those two thousand Ryou per day with his book sales royalty money anyway.
***
"Tink, you asshole, where the hell were you!?" Sharpener shouted, as he and Shinji limped into their command center.
"Ah confirm'd, ahem, I was, 'ow you say, taking care of private business, oui?" the blond fop explained, smiling widely. "Mine spies, zhey 'ave confirmed zhe location of zhe princess and 'er team! Zhey head back to Kono'a!"
"Yeah, yeah, your spies also told us about their mission, and look how THAT turned out!" Sharpener said, pointing at Shinji, who twitched in place and seemed to be frozen, staring at the vast nothingness before him.
"Zhat's 'ardly my fault! Last minute shanges are beyond me!" Tink defended himself.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever! If there's another fuck up like this one, I'll take it out of YOUR ass!" Sharpener said. "We can't set up an ambush tonight anyway, so we'll have to let this chance pass. Ahhh… what I wouldn't give to be in nerdo's position right now! They're probably in some cheap ass motel, right in the middle of nowhere, probably all cold and shit, without blankets, so they have to press real close to each other for warmth… I can just see how they would seek my strong, muscular arms for their comfort and warmth… And then…"
Shinji twitched.
"I zhink 'e needs 'elp," Tink said, scratching his head and looking somewhat worried when he turned towards Shinji.
"Probably should take him to a hospital or something," Sharpener said, frowning and rubbing his chin. "Hey, Tink, can you help me take him to Konoha General?"
"Zhis is no work for one such as moi, I am—"
A loud ringing sound interrupted Tink, causing him to frown.
"Would you excuzes moi? Zhis call, it is very important, yes?"
"Oh, right, sure," Sharpener said. "I'll take this guy to the hospital. Don't eat all my mom's cookies, or I'll seriously give you an atomic wedgie," Sharpener said, picking Shinji up and beginning to limp towards the hospital, probably with the intention of getting himself checked as well.
Tink smiled as he watched them go, cellphone in hand.