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) - RIGHT at the moment when Hashirama will turn his attention to the lovesick Uchiha patriarch (also known as Madassery, courtesy to *spadiekitchenqueen 
)...
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Ahem.
Your vilagers are going to hate you until you know, you save their behinds in battle. 
Hera looked the Eevee up and down. His lip was dripping blood, and he was covered in scratches and bruises. His ear was the worst injury of them all. She rolled her eyes. "Just because he's new, doesn't mean you provoke him like that."
"He attacked me for no reason!"
"He was defending his honor!!"
"WHO GIVES HALF AN EAR ABOUT HONOR?!"
"You do," murmured Hera as she rolled her eyes. She pulled out a first aid kit that they had successfully rescued from the same wreckage Rocket was discovered in.
"Hera, don't you realize there's something odd about him? Look, his paws and feet are black, and so is the tip of his tail. Not to mention that the rest of his fur is darker than it should be. Put that together with the collar..."
"Are you suggesting he's an experiment?" Hera's eyes grew wide.
Dameon looked at her. "Consider that he attacked me. I might have given him reason, to,but he was overreacting."
Hera opened her mouth, but hesitated. She thought for a second, then said, "He just needs to adjust."
"Fine," Dameon consented. "One more chance. Then he goes."
Hera wanted to complain, but she knew that the deal was sealed. She sighed, then said, "All right. One more chance."
