"What do we do now?" Izuna asked helplessly, looking at the child still crying in his arms.
"...Let's ask my sister-in-law... She's looked after Mujian and had a child herself... She should know what to do," Tobirama said, his head aching.
"Wait, wait, wait! Can the kid in my arms handle the strain of Flying Thunder God?" Seeing Tobirama put a hand on his shoulder, Izuna hurriedly stopped him.
"Then what do you suggest? By that logic, we probably can't even use the Body Flicker Technique. We're still a long way from where they're doing the square dance," Tobirama asked.
"Uh... could he be hungry?" Izuna paused, thought for a moment, and asked.
"...Possibly. It's been half a day since we brought him back. There's a Dango Shop over there. Let's take him for something to eat."
"Okay."
A little while later...
"Are you kidding me, Tobirama Senju?! With a dumpling that big, aren't you afraid you'll burst the kid's face?!" Izuna kept softly soothing the child in his arms, then roared indignantly when he saw Tobirama bring over a plate of dumplings as big as the child's face.
"..." Tobirama froze... He even held up a hand to compare the dumplings with the child's head... It looked like Izuna had a point...
Realizing his mistake, Tobirama hurried back with the plate to exchange it.
"Be good, little one... You'll have something to eat soon. Don't cry," Izuna kept murmuring soothingly to the child in his arms.
Tobirama returned and sat opposite Izuna... He quietly watched the mother and son before him—no, father and son—no, what the fuck even was their relationship...? Tobirama's head hurt...
"Let's give the brat a name," Tobirama said.
"How about Uchiha Jun?"
"Senju Junma," they said at the same time.
"Hey, hey, hey, Tobirama! I'm