Title: Chōchō's Unexpected Babysitting Adventure: The Aftermath
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The following day found Konoha in a state of bewildered recovery. The Hokage's office had issued an official statement about the "incident," which somehow managed to be both incredibly detailed and completely unhelpful.
Mya, now under strict supervision, sat swinging her legs in the Akimichi compound's main hall as her mother and several clan elders debated her future.
"She's clearly gifted," one elder muttered, eyeing Mya as she doodled on the tatami with a stolen brush.
"Gifted at causing international incidents!" her mother snapped, rubbing her temples.
Across the village, Shikamaru nursed what was either his third cup of coffee or first cup of whiskey that morning—no one dared ask. Naruto slumped across from him, his usually bright eyes dull with exhaustion.
"So let me get this straight," the Hokage mumbled. "We nearly went to war because a five-year-old ate—"
"And then un-ate," Shikamaru interjected.
"—an important clan's heir. And now they're not even mad?"
Shikamaru sighed. "Apparently the 'rebirth via digestive system' is some kind of sacred rite for them. They're calling it a miracle."
Naruto blinked. "...We got lucky. Again."
Meanwhile, at the Yamanaka Flower Shop:
"I still don't understand," Inojin said for the fifteenth time, rearranging bouquets with unnecessary force. "How does any of that make sense?"
Chōchō, who had come to apologize for the property damage (Mya's "birth" had knocked over three market stalls), shrugged. "At least the egg's okay?"
Sarada, updating the incident report at the mission desk, found herself writing and then immediately crossing out the words "digestive resurrection" before settling on: "Clan heir recovered unharmed. No further action required."
Back at the Akimichi compound, Mya had grown bored of the adults' arguing. She tugged on her mother's sleeve.
"Can I have lunch now?"
Her mother stared down at her, then at the still-traumatized clan elders, then back at her daughter's innocent grin.
"...Fine. But NO EGGS."
Mya pouted as she was led away. "This village has no appreciation for avant-garde cuisine..."