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Tobirama was really wondering what he was doing here and why he had accepted to follow Hashirama. Ah yes, because his father had asked him shadow his brother because, quote , "I love him, but one never knows what this little dumbass might get into". So here was Tobirama. With his brother and the two Uchiha brothers, trying to find a way to convince the local bartender to sell them a bottle of sake. When none of them was eighteen.
Sometimes, Tobirama wondered if he wasn't adopted.
Rolling his eyes, he sat with his back against a tree and admired the trainwreck.
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Asami was fifty-four years old, which was a good age for a civilian. He had lived a long life, in a little village at the border between three shinobi clans. This fact had forced him to develop an odd skill, a skill he was probably the only one to posses.
But anyway, that fact had forced him to become extremely good at foiling baby shinobi's strategies to drink before the legal age.
And when you sopke of the devil...
A twelve years-old boy with tanned skin and a bowl cut entered, doing his damnest to look as innocent as possible. He looked at Asami and sent him a beaming smile. The old man deadpanned.
"Hello, I want a bottle of sake !" he cheered.
"How old are you ?" Asami answered tonelessly.
"Nineteen !"
Asami rolled his eyes. If that kid was nineteen, then Asami was the Daimyo.
"Get out of here, kid, and come back when you're legal."
"I swear mister, I'm nineteen ! I just look very young for my age !"
Asami stared down at him till the kid left, head hanging, cloud of doom over his head. A minute later, another twelve years old boy, with a frown and a nest of raven hair, kicked the door open. Asami rose a brow, recognizing Tajima's eldest son.
"Give me a bottle of sake," the kid demanded.
"Or what ?" Asami said, vaguely amused.
"Or I'll take it !"
"I know your father, kid, I wonder what he'd say if he knew you drink alcohol..."
The kid paled at an alarming rate.
A few minutes later, a young man, apparently in his twenties, entered and shot a seducing smile at Asami. The old man frowned. Most people would think he was an adult, but Asami knew better.
And indeed...
"Hello bartender ! I'd like to purchase the alcohol !"
"Nice try. Get out, kid."
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Hashirama swore under his breathe when Izuna exited the bar, head hanging in defeat. Madara screeched in rage, pulling on his hair.
"Dammit, how did he see through your henge ?! It was perfect !"
"I don't know," Izuna groaned.
Hashirama huffed. It was time to use the big guns. He turned toward his brother.
"Tobi ! We need..."
It was only now he noticed his brother had a flask in his hand and was taking a sip of it with a disgusted scowl. The three kids frowned.
"Tobi," Hashirama asked slowly, "what is there in that flask ?"
"Sake," Tobirama answered curtly, taking another sip and sticking his tongue in disgust.
"Seriously ?!" Madara screeched, "how did you get it ?!"
"I stole it," Tobirama deadpanned. The "duh" was silent but rang loud anyway.
"Cool !" Hashirama exclaimed before his friend exploded in incoherent shrieking, "let us taste !"
Tobirama squinted and Hashirama felt his hopes showered. He knew that expression.
"How much are you willing to pay ?" he asked with a calculative expression.
Hashirama gasped in betrayal as Madara and Izuna scoffed.
"Tobi," he tried in the sweetest tone he could muster, "I am your big brother !"
Tobirama's expression became even more calculative, and he took another sip from the flask, without breaking eye contact.
"Right, indeed. Then you're paying double," he said ominously.