Naruto: Tsunade's Twin Brother

"Jonin Senju Akira, reporting for duty."

He repeated the same dull phrase for the millionth time, but this time with a noticeably lighter tone.

"Ah, Akira-kun, you're here"

Hiruzen looked up, smoking pipe clenched in mouth, wrinkling face graced with a grandfatherly smile. Truly the master of pretending, away was the sly old fox, and here was the grandfather of Konoha's shinobi.

"I have another A-rank mission for you," he continued, taking the pipe out to talk, setting a folder down containing the mission details.

Akira mentally cursed the man, seriously, he was overworking the entire family quite a bit. Their parents have never stayed home for more than a day and now even Nawaki had a steady stream of missions to take! 

Sure, they were lucky to have any missions at all - some of the less unfortunates civilians were stuck to low-paying D-ranks at the most, but this was a tad overkill, wasn't it?

"You'll be going with a small team of ANBU."

On cue, four masked shinobi flickered into the office, two standing on each side of the Hokage.

The first had a kitsune mask, like Kakashi's in the future. Akira promptly nicknamed them Foxy, Birdy, Kittie and Doggie. All in fairness, these signature ANBU masks were more cutish and childish, less scary and 'be terrified!'.

"Oh, and you'll be going to a small town near Kumogakure," Hiruzen finished, taking another puff of his pipe.

Akira walked to the table and picked the file up, after receiving permission, of course, leisurely skimming its contents with hidden skepticism.

Honestly, this mission should be rated as a S-rank in difficulty, especially so when its located in a nation which they were currently at odds at. 

The Hokage probably just didn't want to put the financial department under even more strain due to the amount of S-ranks he had been giving out lately.

"You. The one with the cat mask. Kittie. What do you specialise in," he pointed at the ANBU operative wearing a cute little cat mask, using his (?) new nickname without any care for their pride.

Hiruzen raised an eyebrow at Akira's downgrading of the once fearless and feared ANBU Black Ops to mere pets.

The cat mask, now named Kittie, was a little irritated at his pet name as well as being ordered by a shinobi who should be his junior by many years. But still, the Lord Third himself directly ordered all four to listen to this shinobi's orders, so he could only comply.

"Ninjutsu, genjutsu, taijutsu, kenjutsu, iryoninjutsu."

Now it was Akira's turn to raise an eyebrow. An all-rounder, huh? Those are the most dangerous - you never know what they'll pull out next.

Turning to the next operative, he once again pointed and asked, "What about you, Foxy?"

"Ninjutsu, genjutsu, taijutsu, kenjutsu, iryoninjutsu."

Another one.

"Ninjutsu, genjutsu, taijuts-"

"Okay, okay, that's enough. I get that you're great at everything - just tell me what you're the best at."

Akira cut Doggie off with a slightly exasperated tone, realising the pattern in this.

"Kenjutsu."

"Ninjutsu."

"Genjutsu."

"Ninjutsu."

One by one, they reintroduced their abilities.

Nodding, a satisfacted Akira replied confidently, "I think I can pull something off with that. Leave it to me, Hokage-sama. Now if we may, we shall be taking our leave."

Then, after receiving confirmation, they flickered out the same way they came in, all seemingly with the same idea on where to go despite not having discussed anything.

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Acting faster than usual, the four ANBU plus Akira were now at the entrance of the village. They had changed into a more casual attire, as they couldn't go in with their distinct Konoha shinobi uniform and gear to gather information and reconnaissance. 

They had also removed their masks, revealing one beautiful and youthful Hyuga woman, one scarred, bald man, and one handsome Hyuga, probably the brother of the first woman (or maybe the entire clan just looked too similar. Even their clothing were the same!)

As for the last operative, his face uncovered revealed to be...still obscured with another mask? Probably an Aburame clan member.

Akira himself was wearing a light and breezy summer yutaka, which allowed him free movement, and along with his fan held in one hand, he gave off a vibe of a young tourist here for a visit.

He had his back to the the other mission members, fanning himself casually while analysing the entire layout of the village with eyes of a hawk. 

"Ara ara~ A village so close to Kumogakure and also an important supply town, yet so unprotected? There aren't even any guards at the entrance."

Clasping his hands together, Akira let out a soft sigh before turning towards the ANBU, wearing a emotionless smile.

"Oh well, I guess that just makes our job even easier. As long as Kumo doesn't hear all the racket, we should be fine. We've just got to watch out for any shinobi stationed here."

Seeing that none of his teammates had a single twitch in their expressions, he only sighed even harder before disappearing.

When he reappeared, he was standing behind the Hyuga woman, fingers moving her delicate cheeks into an awkward smile and arms wrapped around her neck.

Chills ran down her spine as she realised that Akira could have killed her at any moment.

"Maa, maa, don't give me that expression. Give me a biiiiiigggggg smile. After all, we're tourists on a friendly trip here, right?"

The other Hyuga bristled like a wildcat would, and looked ready to take action, giving him a rough idea of who he was now.

Flickering to his side, Akira deducted nonchalantly but terrifyingly accurate, "Hyuga Hattori, am I correct? I've heard of you,"

He began circling around, as if they were a predator and prey, each word mocking and condescending.

"They say you're a genius. But too bad you're a branch member."

Akira stopped at this moment, eyes glinting in the sunlight.

He slowly walked towards the alert shinobi, but he didn't move, only glaring at him.

A hand reached up to his forehead, brushing away the strands of black covering it.

"The Bird Cage's seal. I was right. You could probably be so much more without that one degree difference."

Then, he raised his hands up, forming a few seals but not completing the final one, nor channeling any chakra at all for good measure.

Hyuga Hattori's eyes widened, as did the main family member, or so Akira presumed.

He shouldn't know this much. No matter what relations he had with the higher-ups of Konoha, the Bird Cage seal was a secret sealing technique passed down generation to generation within the clan.

Even if someone really did know about the use and effects of this seal, no one, not even the Hokage, should know the side effects on the Byakugan.

By whatever chance, luck or else, if Akira was not just making baseless assumptions, the whole clan was in trouble. With those hand seals, those hand seals that struck terror into countless branch members, he could easily annihilate half the clan - or worse, force them into submission.

 "Well then, let's go and burn this village down~!"

As if nothing had happened at all, this wretched boy clapped again, drawing everyone's attention.

"Meet back here at dusk. We'll strike at night, prepare yourselves and take these."

He disappeared with no traces of him ever being there, only leaving behind two round shaped pills in each person's hands as well as a note on the floor.

Furrowing his brow, Hattori walked over to the note and read it out loud.

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Dear Foxy, Kittie, Doggie and Birdy

 These are some special pills made specifically for concealing high amounts of chakra. To blend in on the occasions where you'll meet shinobi, the pills will help make you seem like ordinary chakra. Besides that, it can also boost your mental power for 72-hours, ensuring clarity when in reconnaissance. I assume you all have soldier pills? Consume them only a few minutes before we strike - or else these pills won't work during a fight.

P.S My friend Orochimaru made them as a prototype so I'm using you guys as a guinea pig. Don't die!

Yours truly, 

 Senju Akira

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Signed and written in neat handwriting, even the normally stoic Aburame was ticked off by the thought of being guinea pigs. 

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Strolling through the bustling street and humming a jolly tune, Akira leisurely walked through the very town which he would be attacking later at night. 

Fanning himself under the hot sun, he turned around the corner, entering the 'darker' parts of town. 

Here was were the bars, brothels, and other shady dealings were made.

Basically the perfect and typical places to gather information where the gossip was the most in.

Suddenly, a blonde beauty with pale skin - one of the two only appearances in the Land of Lightning, the other being blonde with dark skin - wearing very little and revealing clothing appeared around the street, latching herself onto Akira's arm.

A courtesan, he noted.

"Hello, young man~" she cooed seductively, her chest pressing onto him, golden tresses adding to her appeal.

"If you come with me, I can give you a real good time~"

Akira smiled a closed-eye smile, gently prying her arms locked onto him off.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm still underage. Maybe in a few months."

"Oh!"

Instinctively, the woman let go immediately, not needing him to do any further. 

She covered her delicate, ruby-red lips with a sleeve while laughing both nervously and awkwardly.

"Ahaha, my mistake, you are really tall for your age! W-well, please come back in a few months!"

Perhaps this world didn't explicitly have any laws regarding this matter, but it was more of an unspoken guideline than anything. Some respected it, some didn't.

Akira's face went back to emotionlessly blank for a few seconds afterwards, knowing that there was no possible way for him to return to this star-cursed place. 

This was the unfortunate location of Konoha's declaration of its stance. That was their mission, and though risky, shinobi must never abandon their mission.

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