Leaf District

[Jeriah]

Inoka’s eyes followed Kageko with a quiet attentiveness, the edge of a reluctant smile still lingering on his lips from her earlier teasing. When she called out his nervous tic, the hand rubbing behind his neck paused for a fraction too long, just enough to confirm her observation. His ears, tinged faintly red, betrayed more emotion than his face ever would. Still, he let the silence carry for a moment, watching her head tilt with that ever-present playfulness in her expression. The lightness of her teasing did little to mask the depth of her recent grief, and he knew this dance between sorrow and humor was her way of holding herself together.


He tilted his head slightly as she spoke again—this time with softness, sincerity—and Inoka’s expression grew more thoughtful. Her words touched something deeper in him, and though he kept his gaze steady, his jaw tightened ever so slightly. The mention of him being a good father figure didn’t just flatter him; it reminded him of the weight he now bore. Not as just Hokage, but as the one left behind to guide, protect, and now… mourn alongside her.


When she grabbed his hand—cold fingers curling gently but firmly around his own—he didn’t pull away. He looked down at their joined hands, then back up at her, his expression unreadable, save for the quiet glint of understanding in his aqua eyes. Her formality didn’t distance them; if anything, it made the moment feel more sacred. He could feel the resolve in her grip, her strength, even amidst the pain.


Then, his voice finally came, soft and certain.


"You're not too much, Kageko. You’re just enough… and more than most ever get to be." He paused before shortly continuing. "Come on. Let’s give her the peace she deserves." And with that, he stepped in stride beside her, letting the silence return—this time not as a burden, but as a space for her grief to breathe freely.

Location: Konoha: Third Training Ground
Posting order: Inoka - Kageko
PTL: 1-3days
Skips: 3​

 

[Frea]

She wasn’t dimwhitted as she seemed, she may not be the smartest Nara in the clan, however she is a great expression reader, she takes a good amount of time on reading people’s expressions, their movements in a way, she observe their eyes, if not the eyes then it would any subtle hints like ears being red or sometimes she can tell by the breathe, Sometimes even the most nuanced of breath can tell alot about the person, even if the person was calm, she can tell when something is up. She was one of the few who could see directly through Inoka’s true thoughts, process and his true feelings. She would give him credit; the man can disguise his true motives behind his famous smile that bore to those who aren’t as close to him.

Kageko’s eyes followed his arm movement, the one that was scratching his neck, in a way. She knew it was him, somewhat testing her observation skills. She didn’t mind, of course; it was a good thing for him to do, as it kept her wit sharp. Her sharpness is a known factor of the Nara clan. She noticed the first thing when he stopped his nervous tick. She gazed upon the arm, noticing he stopped for a good amount of time.

Without taking her gaze off him, she tilted her head when he tilted his head. She knew by his expression that he was touched by her words, as his blue eyes turned from softness to more of a thoughtful look, thinking rather. She observed more, noticing his jaw clenching a bit, the way her words affected him. She meant in a flattering way, even though it’s truly how she felt, that he would be a great husband and dad to someone, even if he didn’t think so. However, to him? It could be that finding a wife was more or less another burden he had to bear. Her expression bore a face of guilt over what she had said. Once again, she croaked.

“Hey..I’m sorry, this thing I said could’ve offended you in a way. There is no rush at all on being a husband, being a dad.”

She entangled her cold fingers into his warm ones. She had a faint blush at the feel of a surprisingly soft hand. She thought with all the paper, with all the training he had done to get to the top, she expected his hands to be rough, Rough like sandpaper being rubbed on the hands. Hiding her pain once again, this was a recurring theme; she always masked her pain, her grief, through a smile. She never allowed anyone to see how she truly felt, how she wanted to cry. However, that came crashing down; she unravelled in front of Inoka, not just him, but with an unfamiliar presence. Both comforted her.

She felt protected in that vulnerable moment for her. Hearing his words of reconfirmation that she was never too much made her feel relieved. She looked down, bashful, not sure what to do, and she noticed him stepping beside her. She continued to hold his hand. She needed the support, even if it looked wrong; she didn’t care at the time or space. She wanted someone there for her. She needed that support, even if it was from her teammates, her old sensei, or even her current teacher, mentor, or friend —someone who always looked after her. She didn’t care. She wanted, she needed him, and Inoka knew that he was the one who was able to share the same emotions as she did, even if he also hid his true emotions.

Her body started to move towards the direction of her home. She had a horrible feeling bubbling up in her stomach. She couldn’t shift that uncomfortable feeling that something didn’t feel right about Kana’s death. As if someone had killed her Mom, it wasn’t a mere coincidence but rather... perhaps an assistance? There was no way that she had died in such an abrupt manner; it was just a span of 10. In 20 minutes, she had left the house, and suddenly, Mom passed away. Nonetheless, Kageko began to quicken the pace as she felt the breeze running through her hair, her hand still tangled up in Inoka’s. There was no more playful manner for Kageko.

Her one mission right now is to honour her mom and bury her next to an unmarked grave at the back of the cemetery. She never could understand Kana for wanting to be buried next to the Unmarked grave in the back of the cemetery underneath a large Oak tree. Perhaps Inoka could explain the unmarked grave? Could it be her grandparents? Her father? Only Inoka and Kana would know, or so Kageko could hope. In a way that thought was nagging at her mind, the mystery of the unmarked grave was that her mom was too poor to buy a headstone. Or perhaps the mystery was that they had done something forbidden, who knows? Only Kageko could always try to get the truth from the man she was dragging beside her.

Once they got to Kageko’s front door to her apartment, Kageko’s free hand lifted to the handle, and her trembling fingers grasped the colder metal door handle. The young female trembled; butterflies of nerves crept up even more. She felt paralysed and couldn’t open the door. She felt like there were chains bound to the door handle as if to prevent her from opening it to see the gruesome sight that was behind the door. Kageko's face was once full of colour, but now turned pale, lost its radiance. Her eyes quaked in shock, her lips ran dry. She felt like she wanted to scream for help to get out of the trance she was in. This was the first time she had ever felt anxiety. She had never felt anxiety like this before. She didn’t know what to do. However, the only thing she could do was to take a breath and bear with the results that beheld the pair.

She gripped Inoka’s hand as she opened the door wide enough for them to step in. An immediate smell of death wafted in their nose. A foul odour; however, she held in her breath as her trembling legs moved slowly. The entrance was neat. She knew it was disrespectful for her to tread her shoes in the room; however, she didn’t want to step on anything that might have spilt from the body of her dead mother. Her Kitchen and living room were all neat. Nothing had been touched not even the tea she had made for her mom had been touched at. Then she drifted towards her mom’s bedroom, the bedroom her mom had hermited herself from people, even her daughter at times. She peeked into her mother's room to find her body, looking pale, no sign of life at all. The reason her mother's door was open was that there were other shinobi preparing her for her burial. She looked around the room and observed as her eyes began to flood with tears once again. There was a bottle of suspicious purple substance on the floor, alongside a few droplets of blood.

Location: Konoha: Third Training Ground => Kageko's home
Posting order: Inoka - Kageko
PTL: 1-3days
Skips: 3​

 

[Jeriah]

Inoka’s eyes didn’t leave her once. As Kageko spoke, apologizing in a croaked voice for what she feared might have been too much, Inoka’s expression shifted—not in dismissal, but in something far more tender. He didn’t speak right away. Instead, his jaw eased, the clench softening with a slow exhale through his nose. His eyes, usually so composed, lingered on her in a silence that felt more protective than passive. And when her cold fingers slipped between his, he allowed it—no resistance, no hesitation. He gently curled his fingers around hers, warming the space between their palms. He said nothing about the soft texture of his hand—though he noticed her slight pause, the way her eyes flickered with surprise. She was reading him again, down to the twitch of his neck, the pressure in his grip, the slight shift in posture that betrayed whatever walls he still had up. But he didn't stop her. Not this time.

As they walked, Inoka stayed beside her—not ahead, not trailing—matching her pace without needing to be led. Her change in demeanor didn’t escape him. The silence that now blanketed her was heavy, like fog just before a storm. She was holding herself together—but only barely. He could feel the tremble in her hand, the subtle stiffness in her shoulder, and the hitch in her breath as they reached the door.

Inoka stood close when she hesitated at the handle. His free hand, the one she wasn’t holding, hovered for a moment before gently pressing against the center of her back—not forcing, but grounding her. His eyes softened further, a wordless gesture that told her he was there. That she wasn’t alone.

And when the door creaked open and the smell hit, his nose twitched only slightly—he didn’t recoil, didn’t falter. He watched as she moved slowly through the entrance, her every step echoing restraint and fear. Inoka didn’t speak. Instead, his gaze swept the room like a sensor pinging for threat or detail—tracking the untouched tea, the untouched cushions, the eerily pristine surfaces.

It was when her steps brought them near the bedroom door that he truly shifted.

Inoka’s eyes narrowed, a flash of sharp alertness veiled beneath stillness. He felt the presence of others before he saw them—shinobi preparing the body. But his focus quickly landed on the oddities: the bottle, the color, the droplets of blood.

He watched Kageko begin to tremble again, and only then did Inoka finally speak—his voice a quiet murmur beside her, carrying warmth that steadied instead of coddled.

“Kageko… we won’t jump to conclusions. But I’ll make sure we find the truth.”

His hand tightened protectively around hers.

“You’re not alone in this.”

Then, as his eyes locked on the purple vial in the corner, the faintest flicker of chakra pulsed behind his blue eyes—a whisper of Yamanaka intuition beginning to stir.

“Let me do what I do best.”

Location: Konoha: Third Training Ground -> Kageko's Home
Posting order: Inoka - Kageko
PTL: 1-3days
Skips: 3
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[Frea]

It was the sight of her mother being a corpse that made her feel upset, as that was how she didn't want to remember her at all, but seeing her face was just as if she had seen a horrifying face. Her lips were cracked and dry, with her mouth wide open, with a stain of crimson drying to a brownish hue, mixed in with the same mysterious purple substance that Inoka noticed, but Kageko didn't even recognise it. Where did the purple come from? But that wasn't in her mind right now; her eyes were blurred, but she felt the blonde's hand tighten around hers protectively. She heard his soothing voice; she couldn't give a full answer but just a nod.

Kageko gathered her composure and dragged herself and Inoka, because of his hand being on hers. She looked down at Kana, who was smiling from being relieved of her pain, dragging out a napkin, Kageko wiped Kana's mouth clean before placing the fabric over her. She leaned down to kiss her mom on the head, a kiss of goodbye and a thank you for what she had done for her over the years. She leaned back up and looked up at Inoka with her onyx eyes, which were full of happiness and spark, but they were also full of sadness and despair. She mumbled to him.

"Bury her at the unmarked grave underneath the big tree. That's what she wanted; she never knew why we always went there. But I'm sure you know."

She took a breath before she continued.

"Also, please investigate the purple substance that was spilling from her mouth. It wasn't medicine, I can tell you that."

At that, she snatched her hand away from his warmed ones and she strolled off alone outside of her house. She needed some fresh air, and she wanted to know who or what that substance was. With her being outside the door, she jumped up onto the roof with ease and sat herself down, staring into the distance, then stared up to the sky where it was beginning to do a sunset. This was her Mom's favourite time of day, watching the sun go down.

Location: Kageko's Home
Posting order: Inoka - Kageko
PTL: 1-3days
Skips: 3​

 

[Jeriah]

Inoka stood quietly, his eyes scanning the still form of Kana Nara with calculated precision. The moment Kageko stepped away, leaving the room and her grief behind in the air, Inoka's entire demeanor shifted. His face was calm, but his eyes told another story—one of controlled fury, the kind only someone who had seen too much could master. He crouched beside the body with practiced grace, observing the dried streaks of blood and the strange violet hue that clung to the corners of her mouth. The scent was faint, but metallic—mingled with something acrid. He didn’t need to be a Hyūga to know that this wasn’t medicine, nor anything that should have been in Kana’s system.

His hand gently pulled a sample from her lips using a sealed cloth, placing it into a sterile vial which he tucked securely into a scroll case from beneath his robe. It was clinical—cold, even—but only because he couldn’t afford to let emotion cloud this part of his job. His fingers brushed the edge of the shroud covering her once more, securing it fully over her now peaceful face. He remained kneeling beside her, eyes downcast, whispering under his breath as if speaking directly to the departed. “I’ll bury her where she asked… beneath the oak. I know what that place meant.”

Standing, Inoka moved to the window, his eyes catching the soft silhouette of Kageko on the rooftop. The orange hue of sunset cast long shadows across the village. He remembered that spot beneath the unmarked grave—how Kana used to sit there in her youth, long before becoming a mother, before loss had hardened her features. He had stood under that tree more times than he cared to count. The connection she had to it was no mystery to him—it wasn’t her poverty that kept a marker from being placed there. It was something deeper, older, something she chose to leave hidden. And now, it seemed that secret might die with her… unless Kageko chose to uncover it.

Inoka stepped outside, not climbing the roof but simply standing below, letting his voice reach her without disturbing the stillness of her moment. His tone was level but laced with certainty, the kind of conviction that didn’t need to shout to be heard. “It wasn’t natural. That substance—someone made sure she wouldn’t talk.” A pause. “You don’t have to face this alone, Kageko. I’ll carry it with you.” He didn’t press further, didn’t climb up or demand her attention. He just remained below, silently vowing that this mystery would not remain buried with Kana.

Location: Kageko's Home
Posting order: Inoka - Kageko
PTL: 1-3 days
Skips: 3​

 

[Jeriah]

Inoka stood in silence just beyond the threshold of Kageko’s home, his gaze fixed not on the horizon, but on something much further, his past. Guilt clung to him like the scent of smoke on his cloak. He had offered her comfort, but not the truth. The moment lingered, heavy with an unspoken confession he wasn’t yet ready to give. If Kageko ever discovered the truth of what had happened, what he had allowed to happen, she would hate him. He had always been praised as a prodigy, gifted in mind and chakra control beyond his years, but even prodigies could be naïve. And that naivety had made Kageko an orphan. And Inoka the silent culprit.

He didn’t wait for her to return. She needed space, and he needed distance to clear his thoughts and sharpen his spirit. His hands formed a single seal, fingers steady even as his heart weighed heavy in his chest. In a sudden puff of smoke, his body vanished in a blur, Body Flicker Technique. Within seconds, he reappeared in the confines of his personal office. It was quiet here. Too quiet. He knew staying would only dull the edge he needed to hone. He couldn’t grow stronger if he kept looking behind him.

Without hesitation, he bit into his thumb, the taste of iron grounding him back to resolve. Dropping to one knee, he slammed his palm into the floor with practiced ease. A reverse summoning seal flared. With a pop of smoke and shifting chakra, Inori, his trusted subject, appeared before him, alert and awaiting command. Inoka stood, brushing dust from his cloak, then stepped forward and placed a firm hand on Inori’s shoulder.

"I need you to look after the village while I’m gone," he said simply, his tone heavy with purpose but devoid of elaboration. He knew Inori wouldn’t ask questions, and assumed the appearance of Inoka.

Without another word, Inoka vanished once more in a swirl of smoke, reappearing at the village gates beneath the arching torii that marked the border of Yugakure. His cloak rustled in the wind as his chakra flared, and then Body Flicker. He darted into the wilds of the Land of Whirlpools, his path set: Uzushiogakure. A destination tied to forbidden knowledge, and perhaps the answers he wasn’t sure he wanted to find.

 

[Frea]

The sunset didn't last long for Kageko, though she did feel Inoka's presence coming closer to her. Though she looked downwards to meet Inoka's shadow as he was near the window, his voice cut through her ears as she listened in, the important bits at most. The substance coming from her mother's mouth wasn't natural, and Kageko knew that. The fact that he reassured her that she didn't have to face this alone didn't really reassure her. Even though the teen knew the much older male was trying his best to comfort her, in her mind, she felt like he was hiding something about this, as if he knew something that she didn't.

She didn't respond to his words; her eyes drifted up to the sky before she stood up. There she jumped down after she felt his presence was gone, to be sure of it, she stepped back in the window and saw his presence was gone. She went over to the body of her mother, taking a cotton bud, she swabbed the blood and mysterious substance and dropped it into a little plastic bag she carries around sometimes if she saw something intriguing, in this case, it was needed. She placed the bag in her pocket and allowed the men to take away her mother once and for all.

She stood there observing it all, words, voices played in her head - was it her fault that this had happened? She slid against the nearest wall to her and kneeled where her knees were covering her face. Her tears began to flow out again, the worry, the sorrow, all the questions built in her mind. Would she be the next? Perhaps it won't be; we may never know.

About a few hours later, all of Kageko's tears dried up on her face, and she managed to get the voices screaming in her mind to be quiet at last. She got up from her position and walked out of her mother's room, slamming it shut, never to be touched at the current moment - it was all due to grief. She maybe thought of going to the Hokage's office to apologise to Inoka, because surely he's there, right? There she bolted out of her door, running, hopping on buildings to get efficiently.

Once she was there, she crept through the window, behind "Inoka." She placed her chin on his shoulder, looking down. Something didn't feel right, but she couldn't place it. Her gut was telling something different, as if this wasn't Inoka but rather his puppet, of course, Kageko only doesn't remember if Inoka still had his puppet - of course..a fond memory of him using a small marionette doll when she was a little babe, to calm her down. She still wondered if the possibility that...He has a puppet? no. If he did, then the puppet was very good at mimicking him to the T.

"Inoka."

There she took out a bag from her pocket with the cotton bud in, and she placed it in front of him.

"I want to know everything. And I mean EVERYTHING."

Her words came off strong at the end.

 

[Jeriah]

A common consciousness could be shared amongst one body. For Inoka Yamanaka, this truth was not theoretical; it was his reality. The bond between him and Inori transcended the limits of normal identity; they were two separate vessels tied by one mind, moving in tandem like mirrored reflections of thought and purpose. To the untrained eye, Inori appeared to be a mere extension, but beneath the surface, knowledge flowed between them like data through circuitry; instantaneous, precise, and alive. Information wasn’t solely learned; it was transferred, processed, and integrated. Together, they functioned as a living network of intellect and instinct, one thought always completing the other.

The man presently recognized as Inoka was no mere projection but a perfect embodiment of the original; his scent, his expressions, even the subtle rhythm of his breathing, indistinguishable from that of the true Hokage. His eyes remained closed, yet his perception reached far beyond physical sight. Unlike many sensory shinobi who required chakra molding to detect signatures, Inoka’s perception was innate; his awareness pulsed like a heartbeat. He could taste the emotions in the air, sense the turbulence within chakra patterns, and feel when intent turned to hostility. It was instinct, not technique, that guided him.

When he sensed Kageko’s familiar chakra signature, his body did not flinch. Instead, his heart softened slightly, his breath steadying. Her gentle energy approached like a faint breeze brushing through his mind. He felt the moment her shoulder lightly pressed against his own; a quiet gesture of trust and exhaustion mingling together. A faint smile crossed his lips, not out of comfort but acknowledgment. The young Nara girl had been through much, and he would not deny her the stillness she sought.

The moment was interrupted when Kageko extended the cotton bud before him, her tone leaving no room for delay. She wanted answers, and she deserved them. Inoka’s gaze lingered on the swab before the flicker of chakra movement caught his attention. Within seconds, two figures appeared through the doorway: Soichiro Nara and Gensaku Kodon, his subordinates from the Intelligence Division. The scent of ink and iron trailed behind them, a reminder of long nights in analysis rooms and battlefront debriefings.

Inoka’s expression remained composed, though the faint crease between his brows betrayed the gravity of the moment. “Perfect timing, you two,” he said, his voice calm yet carrying the quiet authority of someone used to being obeyed. He turned slightly toward them, gesturing to the cotton swab. “I need this sample analyzed immediately. Determine if it’s a toxin, its chemical structure, and its possible origin. If we can trace its source, we may learn who’s behind this.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, eyes narrowing as his mind calculated possibilities faster than most could form a sentence. The purple residue still haunted his memory; it wasn’t natural, not in texture nor chakra signature. Something about it was wrong.

Soichiro stepped forward, his sharp gaze shifting toward Kageko before softening. He bowed slightly, his voice deep and deliberate. “Lady Kageko, please join us. We’ll take you to the Intelligence Division and begin testing right away.” His tone carried both respect and sympathy, a reflection of the quiet sorrow that came from understanding loss.

Inoka’s gaze followed as the two operatives began leading the way. He remained still for a moment, watching Kageko’s expression as she gathered herself. Inside, his thoughts flickered between duty and guilt. There was so much she didn’t know; truths he had buried beneath years of war and silence. But for now, the mission came first. Answers would come, and when they did, he would face them, no matter how much they cost him.

Location: Hokage Office
Posting order: Inoka/NPC - Kageko
PTL: N/a
Skips: 3​

 

[Frea]

Kageko's eyes shifted to the men who stood before her and Inoka. They caught her attention, which made her head turn to full attention. She recognised one, Soichiro Nara - he was part of her clan, a man who was very familiar with Kana. She caught a whiff of ink and iron from the two. She looked down at Inoka, then back to them. Her body stiffened at the thought of leaving Inoka; in a way, she didn't want to leave his side, at least not now. But deep down, she knew that wouldn't always be possible.

The Raven-hair Nara sighed deeply, gathering her compsure, smiling up at her much older peer. She walked around the desk to be in front of the pair. She placed her arms around her chest, and her legs stood parallel to each other, tightly. Her positioning gave the impression that she wasn't happy. Why should she? Though her face told a different story. By the way, Soichiro's gaze was towards Kageko, and he said to her that he was also affected by his mother's death. She took another deep breath before responding to the other Nara in the room.

"Soichiro-San, it's not necessary to call me Lady Kageko. You're a higher rank than I am."

She saw the two intelligence officers. Begin to leave the room, Kageko soon followed after them. She looked back towards Inoka and waved goodbye. She jogged beside the two males, following them to the lab with the cotton bud she collected. Good thing she did collect a swab of the purple substance, which was mixed in with her mother's blood. The teen's head hung low, in sorrow that she so desperately tried to cover up.

Location: Hokage Office
Posting order: Inoka/NPC - Kageko
PTL: N/a
Skips: 3​

 

[Jeriah]

Soichiro lowered his gaze, the quiet hurt in his expression mirroring Kageko’s grief. He understood her anger, her resolve, and the dangerous edge between the two. He had stood on that same edge once, where sorrow sharpened into vengeance, and he feared she might slip into it if left unwatched. Still, he forced a small, strained smile, trying to steady both himself and her. “You’re right, Kageko-kun,” he said gently, though the lingering tremble in his jaw betrayed the emotional weight he carried.

Gensaku shifted beside him, hands clasped behind his back, his usually composed demeanor faltering for just a moment. The loss of Kana was still fresh for him as well. He cleared his throat, voice calm but tinged with urgency. “My apologies for interrupting, but it’s best we get moving,” he said, giving Soichiro a subtle nod as though reminding them both that duty, painful or not, still called.

Miles away, within the sterile, humming halls of Konoha’s Intelligence Division, Moritake stood before the sealed chakra cylinder containing the purple residue. Under ultraviolet light, the substance pulsed faintly, as though responding to an unheard rhythm. He adjusted his goggles and reviewed the chakra spectrometer readings again, sweat beading at his temple. It behaved like nothing in their database.

“Unstable chakra absorption… foreign signatures… this isn’t poison,” he muttered to himself. “It’s molded chakra. A jutsu-based toxin.”

His assistants exchanged uneasy glances as they layered the chemical and chakra analyses. One signature, faint but familiar, belonged to Kana Nara. The other, jagged and alive, belonged to no elemental nature or clan they recognized. Even isolated, it pulsed like a heartbeat trapped in glass.

Once the conclusion became undeniable, Moritake composed himself and placed his fingers to the communication seal, bridging a direct link to the Hokage. “Lord Inoka… the analysis is complete.”

Inoka stood silently as the telepathic transmission reached him. His expression remained carefully neutral for Kageko’s sake, but a flicker of tension tightened his shoulders. “The purple residue contains a foreign chakra signature,” Moritake reported, his mental voice steady but grim. "The chakra is unstable and artificially shaped.” Inoka’s breath shifted in his chest, remaining quiet and controlled, though his heart began to pound.“This toxin is not alchemical,” Moritake continued. “It was forged entirely through ninjutsu. Someone weaponized their own chakra to create a parasitic, self-sustaining poison capable of devouring a victim’s life force from within.”

A brief pause, heavy and deliberate.

“We have no record of this chakra nature,” Moritake finished. “And its signature does not match any shinobi of this village.”

Inoka’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as he absorbed the information. Though his outward expression remained calm, a gentle, reassuring smile meant to steady those around him, the weight behind it tightened like coiled steel. "How could one infiltrate the village without me or any the sensory division without noticing?" Inoka asked telepathically, hoping for Moritake to answer, but his silence became apparent; he was unaware.

Location: Hokage Office
Posting order: Inoka/NPC - Kageko
PTL: N/a
Skips: 3​