Chapter 17

"So, how were they?" Sarutobi Hiruzen asked Yugao as the purple haired Jōnin stared at him, only in her pants and a sports bra.

"Sir, with all due respect, what the hell are you doing in my house?" Yugao asked with her voice full of respect despite the nature of her question, a rather impressive feat.

"I am asking you about your newly minted team."

"While I am half naked?"

"Being the Hokage has its perks." The Hokage shrugged with a smile.

Yugao could only sigh at that, she knew that the Hokage wasn't perving on her but just having fun messing with her. The old man read smut when he was feeling perverted. That's why the kunoichi of the village still respected him as a person beyond his status and power. Unlike Jiraiya, who actually peeped on people, and Kakashi, who never stopped reading smut.

"I believe my current form shows how they were sir." Yugao said as she gestured to the many bruises on her body. The ones on her arms being worse compared to others.

"I guess they hit hard."

"Chocho hits hard and so does Sumire's Nue. Daiki on the other hand hits like you are a red headed stepchild." The former ANBU said which caused Hokage to snort in amusement.

"I believe that was the same thing I said while training under Hashirama-sama." The old man chuckled to himself as he remembered the good old days where he didn't have to deal with paperwork.

"To be honest sir, I am not sure I can teach him much beyond being his sparring partner. The boy is terrifyingly talented." Yugao admitted with a frown, it kinda stung seeing how much Daiki was stronger than her when she was his age. She wasn't sure that anyone of her generation with the exception of Kakashi could stand against the Senju heir while they were at his age. And even that was a maybe since Daiki had shown himself way above what one expect from a Genin and even Chūnin without using his trump card. Or, as much as she didn't want to think of it, trump cards.

"There is always something new that one can learn." Hokage shrugged, not looking concerned at all. Likely because he wasn't the one who had to deal with the problem.

"Sir, do you think Daiki is like Hashirama-sama?"

"Hmm. Yes and no." The Hokage said as he pulled his pipe out and lit it with fire natured chakra.

"The way he moves in a fight is definitely similar to Hashirama-sama even though he doesn't use Mokuton much outside of training in his own compound due to security reasons and his taijutsu feels a bit more aggressive to me. But as a person I feel he is closer to Tobirama-sama or even Madara." The Hokage said before snorting at Yugao's horrified look.

"Don't look at me like that. We might portray him like a cruel demon out of hell in history but outside of battle he wasn't exactly that bad when the village was first formed. He definitely was scary though. What I am trying to say is he is focused and somewhat cold towards anyone he doesn't consider as 'family'. Though unlike Madara and Tobirama-sama he knows how to act polite so it won't be a problem unless he starts a Daikiphobia kind of a thing." Hokage said much to Yugao's amusement.

He decided not to tell her he was serious about the phobia thing. When the village was first formed, Madaraphobia had been a serious thing with weekly meetings for support groups.

Funnily enough, that was where he had met his wife Biwako.

"Enough about such boring matters. Tell me about how you intend to train them."

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"This is delicious." Sumire said with a smile as she slurped some noodles, perfect picture of a well mannered lady unlike Chocho who was inhaling her own noodles like a vacuum.

She even had the sound effect.

"Of course they are, Nene is a superb cook." Daiki bragged with a smile while the said cook beside him stood like a perfect servant except for the blush on her face at the praise.

This was nice. Sumire had never felt so much at peace while eating. When her father was alive her diet had been very strict and, most of the time, tasteless. Her life under her father's rule was simple when it came to anything. If it wasn't about training her to draw upon Gozu Tennō seal's power more efficiently, then it was useless.

She hadn't learned that food could be tasty until she went to academy after her father died and Hokage got her out of the ROOT system. And now she was sitting by the side of the Senju heir, eating one of the most delicious meals she had ever eaten and genuinely having a good time.

Which was ruined whenever she thought about the fact that her power that had allowed her to become a kunoichi was obtained through the cells of her teammates great grandfather.

She wondered how he would react if he knew that she was part of an experiment that had desecrated his family's grave.

"Sumire, you okay?" The voice of her new teammate roused her from her depressing thoughts.

"Uh, um, yeah. I was just surprised how delicious the meal was." She deflected, having absolutely no intention of telling him what she was really thinking about.

"It is! I wish I could eat food like this everyday!" Chocho said with a big smile before she put her utensils down and put her elbows on the table with her hands joined in front of her face.

"Nene-chan… tell me… what would you say about marrying my cou-"

"I refuse." Nene said coldly with her glasses shining. Dismayed by the hard rejection, Chocho put her chin to the table with a pout.

"At least listen till the end. If Chouji isn't to your tastes then you could marry me instead." She ended with a smirk which caused Nene's to blush to the top of her ears.

"You!" One could hear the cook grit her teeth as she glared at the chubby girl who just laughed while Daiki smiled at their interaction.

Having a team… was strangely nice.

<AN Question>

Should I stop using -sama and similar suffixes and instead use lord and other similar words?

Which one is better?