Bang.
Sen slammed the peeling wooden door of Kakashi's apartment shut behind him.
The dazzling morning sunlight struck his Toad Sunglasses, reflecting a golden halo.
Standing in the hallway, he stretched hard, every bone in his body crackling.
"Whew..."
Sen let out a long, stale breath, tinged with the sourness of a poor night's sleep.
With Sasuke locked in solitary confinement.
That old queer Orochimaru had gotten his hands chopped off and, scared out of his wits, gone into hiding to reincarnate.
Those two menaces from the Akatsuki in their black cloaks with red clouds had also been scared off by a single move from him.
Konoha, and even the entire Shinobi World.
Had finally.
Entered a goddamn rare stretch of peace, free of people screaming about killing each other all day.
No explosions.
No ANBU from Root showing up in the middle of the night to get themselves killed.
Even the village's ninjas, who spent all day wailing and shouting, had quieted down considerably.
"All right, then."
Sen slipped his hands into the pockets of his loose pajama pants.
Dragging his feet in his battered, creaking wooden clogs, he ambled toward his big villa.
"Finally, a few peaceful days."
Over the next few months, Konoha actually flourished under the leadership of Tsunade, that violent female drunk.
She smashed her office desk every few days, but at least she got the village's messes sorted out.
As for Sen.
He had fully embraced the blissfully idle life he had always dreamed of.
Every morning.
He slept until the sun was high, before the glaring sunlight outside his window forced him awake.
Rubbing his crusty eyes and wearing nothing but a pair of baggy boxers, he slowly climbed onto the villa's roof.
He found the most comfortable angle.
Then flopped onto the