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The old ex-head of root slowly made his way out of bed, moaning in pain as his old bones complained at this sudden end to their relaxing. Being old had no advantages, he thought to himself.
Hobbling over to his medicine cabinet he removed his bandages from the day before with his one remaining arm, something he was quite proud to be able to do, and replaced them with an extraneous red wig, a pirate’s eye patch and covered his face with white make-up.
Stripping out of his pyjama’s he moved to his dresser and took out a large floral shirt, suspenders, giant red shoes and purple underwear. After getting redressed he found himself happy to be in, what he thought was, his normal attire.
Little did he know that he was both heavily intoxicated and under a genjutsu, as well as having his metabolism and mind sped up to counter the more visible effects of being drunk.
As far as he knew, his mind was in perfect working order and he was wearing his same old bandages, ointment and traditional clothing. In truth, he was dressed like a clown.
Checking the time and finding himself late for the morning’s council meeting, an age old tradition of the village’s, he ran out the door and straight to the village tower, only one block away. He had been puzzled as he received looks from the villagers and other ninjas alike as he ran, but took no notice of it.
Running as fast as his old bones would allow him he ran straight into the meeting room. Thankfully, only the Yamanaka and Sarutobi clan heads were present, Asuma and Inoichi. Both wore shocked looks on their familiar faces, reminiscent to the looks he had received on the street.
The two glanced up to see a strange old man before them, dressed as a clown.
“Erm...who are you?” Asked Inoichi, puzzled that a stranger would have the balls to enter the room, ESPECIALLY dressed as though they were all idiotic children.
“What do you mean, Inoichi? I’ve known you your entire life! I know practically everything about you!”
Inoichi shuddered at the...man? -Before him, coming to the conclusion that he had a stalker. How else would he know about his fear of clowns?
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