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I am sorry that I have not been working on this story. I have been stuck on this chapter for so long and I finally feel like I can get this new chapter out.

Chapter 5

Uzumaki Estate

Naruto sat in the lotus position with her eyes closed as Killer Bee sat right next to her as they meditated under the waterfall that was on the family estate.

The triplets had Kakashi strung up in a tree in Yoshino's front yard as her and the clan's woman all babysat getting to know their family. Ryuu sat under the tree working on his Fuinjutsu. Ryoko played with two wooden swords she been training with for awhile now. Shikari ran up and down the tree right next to the one that holds Kakashi.

"Are you three going to let me go?" Whined Kakashi.

The triplets stop what they are doing and look over at the silver hair man. "We will when we feel you have served out your punishment." Said Ryuu with a large grin on his face.

Shikari and Ryoko nod their heads in agreement.

Yoshino and the ladies giggle as they hear what the triplets tell the silver hair man.

Shikaku comes walking along the pathway leading to his home where he sees his three grandchildren making one of his Jonin's lives hell. He arched an eyebrow at this and shook his head at this. "Troublesome." He said under his breath.

Kakashi saw him walking up to the house. "Shikaku-sama. Please help me." He cries out.

Shikaku stops walking and looks over at the silver hair man. "No. Whatever you have done to those three. It is up to you to fix it." He tells the silver hair man that is now crying large fat tears.

With Shikamaru

Shikamaru sat in a clearing away from both estate looking up at the clouds. "So much has happen and changed in the past three years." He says to no one but himself.

He is grateful to have his children and his future wife. Just thinking about getting married in the future it freaked him out at times. But it also worried him how Naruto wishes to get married after those bastards that are after her are gone.

He balls up his hands into a fist. Just at the thought about those bastards.

This is going to be a short chapter. I am sorry