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Meanwhile, inside a warm, cozy home in the Uchiha district... a twelve-year-old Jōki stood before his papa.
"Papa," the boy called out, his expression entirely deadpan. Izuna looked up, giving him his full attention. "Can we train today?"
"Of course, Jōki," Izuna nodded, his voice sweet and welcoming.
As much as Jōki would have loved to have his papa all to himself, they weren't alone. There was always a third party lingering in their lives: his father, Tobirama Senju. A total sour lemon, in Jōki's humble opinion.
"I could train you," Tobirama offered, immediately earning a cold, unamused stare from his son. "I could teach you a few new techniques."
"I thought the only technique you knew was coming home and whispering things into Papa's ear," Jōki shot back.
Seeing his father's immediate reaction was pure gold; there was absolutely nothing more entertaining than watching Tobirama push his own limits just to keep from blowing a fuse.
Jōki tilted his head, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. "Though... maybe you could practice your 'Lust no Jutsu' a little more?"