I will always BELIEVE IT!

Chairs Thrown Through Windows, Obsidian Daggers and Date Help

Tsunade's chair comes crashing out of the window of her office, and I immediately know something's wrong.

"Um...whatever it is, I didn't do it."

My guess? Naruto. He's always pissing her off, the poor lady deserves a box of chocolates.

I sigh, and complete my walk up the stairs as the chair hits Izumo in the head.

"At least it wasn't her desk this time. I'd say you got lucky."

"Tell her not to-"

"Yeah, I think she knows. What you should do is buy the poor lady some chocolates, and tell her it'll be okay." Kotestu says.

"Me ? Buy her chocolates? But I'm the one who got hit in the head with a flying chair!"

I leave the two friends after Kotestu tosses the chair back to me. I head straight for Tsunade's office.

"Lady Tsunade, if it's Naruto again, I'm sure I can manage to-"

"There's no need. It's not him, it's all this damn paperwork. I'll be fine. Plus, you have a date."

"That's right. Oh god, I forgot. But it's only one. I have time for training, and maybe some food-"

"Yuukina...you are so like Lee, Naruto and Choji. The four of you could eat enough ramen in an hour to make Ichiraku rich for a year. And you and Lee could train until all of the trees in our forests were down to half their original width. I'm not sure at the moment if that's a good or bad thing, but what you need is a day off."

I slide Tsunade's chair over to her.

"No way! I just got this awesome new dagger from my friends, and I'm dying to test it out. Is there anyone free for me to train with?"

Tsunade sighs, and sits down, a breeze from the now broken window blowing her hair around. She looks around her desk frantically for a few seconds, her eyes glazing over piles of messy papers and binders on the desk and floor, but then she finally finds what she's looking for. She picks up the list of shinobi, and her eyes slide down the list. She mumbles quietly to herself, then her eyes lock in place over one name. She hesitates before speaking again, glancing between me and the paper.

"I don't know how well this is going to work out, but you could always ask Asuma."

"Great," I say,no idea what she's so hesitant about, "Do you know where he might be?"

~*~

An obsidian blade slices it's way neatly across the back of Asuma Sarutobi's right leg, and he falls to the ground.

"Nice." Is all he says.

I twirl the dagger in my hand. It's so easy to use, fast and precise. It weighs about the same as a kunai, so I'm able to control it with relatively the same ease.

"We should call it quits for today, I have a date at six."

"Gotcha. Man, you're so much faster than Shikamaru. I haven't seen anyone fight like that with a pure obsidian weapon. And you're just getting used to that one." Asuma says, getting up, and putting his knuckle knives back in his weapon pouch.

I feel another drop of blood slide down my cheek, a cut from earlier in our fight.

"I'm lucky I dodged most of that. If I'd taken more hits with those knives, I'd show up to my date with a lot more bandages. Thanks for not slicing at my face too much."

"Yeah. I'll see you later then."

"Bye!"

With that, we both limp off the battlefield.