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Zabuza looked over at the group of Genin led by the Copy Ninja Kakashi that were guarding his target. He couldn't help but do a double take at the blond one who was holding up his decoy rabbit and asking if he could keep it. Whose bright idea had it been to dress the kid like a toddler?

Taking a look at the clan marking on the boy's back that he could just barely see from his vantage point, he realized that he shouldn't have been surprised. There was a reason for the flee-on-sight order when it came to that particular clan. The entire Uzumaki family was both highly dangerous and bat-shit insane. The Seven Swordsmen of the Mist learned that the hard way fifty years ago when the swords were passed down to the next generation rather earlier than expected after one of the blond boy's relatives had defeated all seven of them and shoved their swords where the sun didn't shine. When he was drunk, his former master would claim that he was still finding bits of rectum on his sword.

"Haku, we're getting the fuck out of here!" he yelled, had it been just that one incident, he probably would have stood and fought, but he had grown up hearing stories that he had desperately tried to forget. Ordinary, he could handle tales of blood and gore, but blood, gore, silly string, and a prank jutsu that had deadly results for the S class ninja that got caught in it...and the one that had pulled that off had just been a genin.

"Why?" Haku called back, hidden in some trees.

"They have an Uzumaki with them, that's why!" he yelled back.

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