Chapter 22

The Konoha orphanage was in some kind of green crevasse, right next to the tall Konoha walls,

When Nawaki left the wooden house with Nono, they didn't directly walk back to the Senju clan. Climbing the stairs to the more elevated Konoha streets, they stopped midway.

When they did, the confused Nono, who couldn't speak, used her slate to write: *What's wrong, Nawaki-sama? Are we waiting for something? Someone?*

Nawaki shook his head and replied, "No. I want you to help me with something. Also, quit the honorifics. I'm taking you in, but not as your father, obviously..."

Nono listened attentively when he paused and continued, "...Since we're about the same age, starting today, I'll be your older brother..."

"...Of course, if that's okay with you, again..."

Nono nodded fast.

It wasn't like there was much to argue or debate over in the first place. However, minutes ago, Nawaki learned that the talent he scouted— now a family member— wasn't timid. The girl quickly adjusted to things good for her.

"Great." Nawaki grinned.

Thinking of what he wanted to do the next moment, he asked curiously, "You know how to play instruments?" Because the glass-wearing loli had given him many surprises since they first met, he had to inquire.

..

Before returning home with his new blonde sister, Nawaki made another find.

Nono was a talented drummer. She also had a good rhythm and could dance...Very well, actually...Despite her muteness, the girl knew how to get down...

He had started introducing Tsunade to songs and music, so it would come in handy tonight.

When the two arrived, standing in front of the Senju main mansion, Nawaki turned and asked, "Ready?" That girl didn't understand what nerves meant, but he still had to ask, considering what they were about to pull.

Nono readjusted her glasses. She didn't nod or write on her black slate. But for some reason, feeling her mighty cringe, the Senju prince interpreted the girl's gesture as *I was born ready...*

XX

Senju clan, A big living room,

~~SnooooooOOOooooOOOp~~

~~SnooooooooOOOOoooOOOOp~~

*Slates sounds*

~~When the pimp's in the crib ma

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot~~

*Rhythmic Slates beats*

~~When the pigs try to get at you

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot~~

*Very rhythmic Slate beats*

..

Nawaki was rapping in the living room— Mito and Tsunade sitting, stunned in front of him— and Nono using her slate to give him the beat.

Both children were moving their bodies infectiously when the song finally ended.

The boy who felt like continuing with a more tropical, beautiful tune from the same artists again heard Mito burst into laughter,

She was holding her stomach, tears at the corners of her eyes when Tsunade asked with an eager, greedy-to-learn frown,

"Dammit, Nawaki, where do you hear all these melodies and songs? Who was that from this time?"

At that time, the hysteric, cracking-up Mito was able to breathe and question curiously, "Hahaha! Oooh... OOOhhh...Nawaki, who's the cute lass? I-Is that your little girlfriend? Hahahaa..."