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Omake - Tobirama:
"This," Tobirama told the grave. "Is your fault. A time traveler! It should be you dealing with this Hashirama, you'd at least find it amusing."
He studiously ignored how it was him that started playing with Time-Space ninjutsu first. It was his brother's fault.
Somehow.
.
Omake - Sakumo:
"You!" Kama growled.
Sakumo blinked at the, now, eighteen year old. "Me?"
"I got a page in the bingo book," the teen said, apropos of nothing. "Do you know what they call me? The 'White Fang’s Blood-Soaked Shadow’."
"Well," Sakumo said eventually. "You managed to earn a epithet in under a year of shinobi work in a major village, congratulations."
Kama glared then went off muttering something about "should go up to a Kumo shinobi and use Chidori to cut their lightning jutsu- that could earn me 'Lightning Cutter' at least".
He waited until the teen was out of earshot before finally giving into his laughter.