The ninja silently ghosted through the hallways of the odd Western castle. At one point a pair of adolescents in black robes had neared his position as he was climbing the stairs, and he quietly dropped, rolled off the staircase, grabbed the edge, swung his feet upwards and sideways until they hit the back of the nearest riser, attached them to it with Chakra and silently climbed directly below the pair who hadn't registered his presence. Before he could reach the top of the stairs, the staircase shifted and connected itself to a stairway that led to a different part of the castle, potentially making his job that much more difficult as he'd been unable to find a reliable map of the building.

Eventually, after wandering through what seemed like miles of corridors and a careful study of the foreign script on the door in front of him, the ninja realized he'd reached his destination. Silently preparing a poisoned senbon, the ninja opened the door to the office reflecting that his job would have been a great deal easier if the windows hadn't been warded against entry by one who wasn't a resident of the castle. Wondering what sort of bloodline made someone silvery and transparent, he flicked the senbon at his target who was resting in an armchair.

"Who's there?" the incredibly elderly man whom the senbon had passed through before embedding itself in the back of the chair asked.

"So, where's Fugaku?" Homura asked when he'd arrived at the meeting between the head of the Uchiha clan and the Hokage and his council which had been scheduled months in advance only to not see the usually extremely punctual Chief of Police in attendance.

"I sent him on a mission to assassinate the Hogwarts History teacher last month, and he has yet to return." the Sandaime replied.

Both of the Sandaime's former teammates snickered, remembering when their sensei had pulled that same prank on them. The fact that Fugaku had spent an entire month trying was a testament to his stubbornness.