#Two duo ganna be in trouble

[ghostfromsomewhere365]

Wrong guy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keczpmJi_pU&t=2s

[masshirohebi-moved]

% little Oro and their dad Izuna pls TVT

lazy roleplayer symbol meme// @izunaismsThe day had started off with a buzz of excitement, the nine year olds steps quickened by impatience. It was rare to go on an assignment with their father, given the caliber Izuna was, and the rank of his allocated missions. This time however, despite the level of importance, the child could accompany him. To a land just outside the borders of Fire Country, to a clan known for its rather primitive traditions but resource rich plains. It is here that their father will have to form an alliance with the clan, between Uchiha and Taketori, to aid Konoha’s growth.But the Taketori are stubborn, and instead of finding common ground with Konoha’s leaders, they elected for a settlement to be made through trial by combat. Where champions were picked from either side, where the agreement would be made by the winner. A ceremony to take place to later announce the superior shinobi, and the new terms to the alliance. It didn’t surprise the serpentine child when their father was the man called upon - no, seeing the weight of the villages affairs rest easily on their fathers shoulders made all too much sense to them. Who better a candidate, than the man they deem superior to every other shinobi across the countries.And there is only one catch to the battle - the limitation on Kekkei Genkai. A shrewd rule that seemed to pop up the moment the name Uchiha was muttered. That the sharingan was entirely off limits within the arena seemed to shake Izuna’s confidence as little as it did the elders that sent him in.

Orochimaru burdens their father with questions the entire way inside the new village, hopeful queries of ‘can I watch?’ and ‘will you be able to see me in the crowd?’ falling from their lips as they follow his lead to their waiting area. Children after all, were to be kept safely together when combat erupted in the arena. They let go of his hand only when it is time, eyes blinking closed when a kiss on the forehead signals his goodbye. For a meeting was to be had before the assigned champions took to arms.But while Izuna seems to do a fine job of keeping emotions void of his conversations with the Taketori, the young viper seems to have more trouble. Namely, their patience withers away when the Taketori boy waiting with them boasts about his uncles certain victory.“Uchiha aren’t anything without that eye power of theirs. Kaasan says that Izuna guy isn’t ganna last the first ten minutes,” the boy says, and although his eyes clearly goad for a challenge, the serpent takes the bait the moment their fathers name is mentioned unfavorably. Their clans name attacked all the same. Golden eyes are usually a touch reserved, their voice soft spoken, yet as of now there is a certain fierceness to yellow irises, a hiss to their tone.“It’s Izuna-sama to you, and he could win blindfolded,” they mutter back, the first mistake to be made having entertained the conversation. A few minutes more of the two genins bickering, and a small spat has broken out in the waiting area. Where nearby adults move to apprehend the young shinobi, forced to move them both to a makeshift detention area. So that parents could be reached out to, the disruptive duo missing the battle that was taking place. The boy smirks lightly, haughty laughter catching in his throat.“Guess you don’t have to worry about getting in trouble huh? Your dad won’t be able to get upset if he’s in the hospital,” he jeers, and it is by the graces of the Jounin watching the two that the serpent resists the urge to fight once more. The more the boy pesters them with his taunts however, the more resolute Orochimaru becomes when thinking of their fathers strength. How they remind themself of all the times they had been saved by his quick reflexes or observant wisdom.They recall the winter evening that they had scampered out their bedroom in a summery kimono. Overjoyed to be wearing the violet garment and too stubborn to change when Izuna had advised it. They recall only a half an hour later, when father and child were outside in the elements, how Izuna had shed his own cloak and draped the overly large fabrics around their little frame. He must have been frozen after such a sacrifice, but they don’t recollect ever seeing a flash of discomfort across his well masked face. Only the lightest of smiles as he reassures his apologetic young one.They recall fussing about various novels within the house one afternoon, how their father had spotted the childs choices and requested they not read certain books until they were older. How they had read a few anyway, when curiosity won out and their young mind could not rest without indulging the literature meant for those with a less wild imagination. And with the scrape of trees against a window, and the crack of the floorboards under foot, the child had worked themself up in to being rather scared. Too young to possess an ability to sift through fact and fiction. But they recall feeling far safer when he hears their restlessness, when his presence entering the room seems to banish phantom and demon alike. Enough for him to put them to an easy sleep with enough hushed reassurances.And they certainly recall the day their father had warned them to not train indoors, about being watchful of the staircase, the kitchen counters, the glass shelves. Anything sharp and causing a hazard for the rushing childs antics. But when they failed to listen once more, and they practiced with their wooden sword inside the abode, they did find themself happening upon the top of the staircase, with eyes facing away from the drop. The floor had left their feet, that they were aware of, but a small body never did make impact with the ground. Instead, a rather comfortable hold had ensnared their figure. And despite the bokken half smacking their father in the face for his efforts of catching them mid-fall, his expression had seemed far more relieved than angered. So although the boy tries his best to work them up, to shake their confidence, to instill doubts… for every taunt he hands them, a memory of the man never failing them comes to mind instead. A resounding click of the door, and the Jounin getting to his feet, alerts the two children that someone is coming. One of their parents, a look of guilt and apprehension finally resting on the boys face. But it is not his mother or father to arrive, but the young vipers.And perhaps they should have been like the boy beside them, a little worried to be caught by their father after having caused such a stir. However nothing but pride lights up their gaze, a toss of their hair as they hop off the seat, a glimpse of the serpentine child sticking their tongue out at the boy defiantly as they race to their fathers side. For whatever disappointment they may or may not have caused with their father was overshadowed by the Uchiha’s arrival.For not only was he unscathed, with only dust upon his garments show casing that he had fought a battle, but he was back early from the anticipated fight time. And although it isn’t necessary to announce their fathers victory to the other genin, they can’t help a playfully sly gaze finding its way back to him.“It’s ‘sama’, you should get that right before the ceremony.”