Time skip.
When Tsunade woke up the next day, after having a full 8 hours of sleep—yes, this was heaven for her—do you know how it feels to get a full 8 hours, while at war, and being the commander in charge?
This shit was unheard of for her, but thankfully, due to her abusin—she meant, using—Seijuro's help, she was able to get a lot done.
The boy was quite good with logistics, plus he did use shadow clones for it, and frankly, that was quite the neat idea.
She wondered where her favorite student had gone... her only student, but oh well. Nawaki was well-trained, and Mikoto had been deployed to the Mist battlefield. Her Sharingan was proving quite useful there. If Tsunade remembered correctly, the girl should be a chunin by now, with a 3-tomoe Sharingan, and a good fighting style—she was crushing it out there.
The Hidden Mist's famous jutsu were nothing to her blade. Hm, speaking of which, where was Seijuro?
She would look everywhere for him, but found no sign. Well, that would be until she checked his usual training ground, where she saw... six Seijuros meditating. Wow, he really took the slug's words to heart and was meditating to fix his chakra problem.
How nice.
As his teacher, she shouldn't slack off.
Such a committed student.
POV Change – Aizen Sōsuke (Clone)
It took him a few days, but he got it. He found a bounty area. Speaking of which, he had a mask, and had used Henge, so that he looked nothing like Seijuro. He even had white hair instead of his usual black.
His eyes were silver, instead of their golden brown color. Oh well, anything for the crime not to be linked back to him.
And into this nest of filth, he stepped.
A man cloaked in muted black. Not an ounce of chakra leaked from his form. His presence was like a still shadow—so utterly calm that it became unsettling.
He approached the bounty wall. Unhurried. Silent.
No words wasted.
Scrolls lined the wooden board—targets ranked by threat, nation, and notoriety. He didn't even need to touch the display. His gaze landed precisely where it needed to.
If he wanted to be notorious, he needed to hunt someone strong. Not Kage or Perfect Jinchūriki level strong, but strong nonetheless. With the Bijū chakra which had formed this clone, if he didn't use any jutsu at all, he couldn't stay alive for long.
And even using a lot of jutsu, he could spam S-rank like crazy, so yeah, he would be fine. If he was running on less than 20 percent of his chakra, which would be like, low-Kage level chakra, he would retreat, as risking losing any more wasn't worth it.
He would be fine.
His gaze landed on the bingo:
Target: Jinin Akebino
Affiliation: Kirigakure's Seven Ninja Swordsmen
Bounty: 80,000,000 Ryō
Status: Kiri Shinobi. Highly Dangerous.
Weapon: Kabutowari – the Bluntsword, capable of bypassing virtually all defenses.
Last Sighting: Land of Hot Springs
The clone's eyes narrowed. Heh, the man was only 10 million Ryō above Seijuro. This felt wrong. He was an active-duty shinobi, and last Seijuro checked, the man was an elite Jōnin, while Seijuro was like, Toketsu Jōnin.
But upon further thought, it kinda made sense. One reason was... Suna and Kumo hated his ass, so his bounty was probably just a bit inflated... Second, he posed a greater threat. Let's say, between a guy who can make you kill your own squad, or someone with a big sword—who would you rather face, or have an easier time making a strategy against?
In Seijuro's opinion, the man's bounty should be like 120 million or something, but oh well. He would have fun.
Kabutowari. The perfect specimen.
Not just the bounty. The weapon. The myth. Something symbolic.
A message.
He reached out and took the scroll.
An old bounty hunter scoffed nearby. Scarred, missing an ear. "You got a death wish, boy? That one's a Jōnin. Real monster. Crushed a man's spine through steel armor."
The masked clone turned slightly, just enough to let one eye glint in the low light.
"I appreciate the warning."
Flat. Calm. Deadly.
The bounty hunter blinked. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
Something about the man's tone made it sound less like confidence... and more like certainty.
The clone turned. Walked away. His steps were weightless.
No farewell. No fear.
Just forward motion.
Well, time to hunt.
He emerged into the open air, now far from the choking stench of greed and death.
He checked the direction. Then raised his hand—
And thus, he began abusing the shit out of Shunpo... using the wind variation for more speed, he was moving at lightning speed... He would reach the Land of Tea in no time, half a day tops. This was plenty of time to find the man and kill him if need be.
He would not finish this mission without having the man's head as a trophy.
A/N
Should I be worried.
Shit feel like I am in some sort of watchlist.