"...Really not fond of this team of ghosts bullshit."

"My, are we having a team meeting without me?" asks a smooth, familiar voice from behind them all.

"Orochimaru," Jiraiya growls.

"Jiraiya!" he purrs. "And Tsunade, and - I suppose our little team of photocopies, hm?"

"They're not like us. They're better."

"Shortie's more like gramps. I'd think I was drunker than I am if scowly had white hair. If they're photocopies, it's not of us. Also, if the two of you want to fight, take it elsewhere. I'd rather not spill my drink."

"That's not what I'm here to do. Unfortunately."

"Neither am I, though this is making me nostalgic for the good old days."

"I wonder if you have an answer for me yet, though, Tsunade."

"Can none of you assholes tell time?"

"Never been one of my strengths."

"Unfortunately, I believe things have come to a head, and I must insist on your answer. I think you've already decided, anyways."

Drink.

She slams the cup on the table. 

"Fine. Come over here, then."

Jiraiya might recognize this as one of her more dangerous tones.

He steps forward. "If Jiraiya will let me pass unmolested."

Jiraiya takes a step back, putting himself between them and the kids, and motioning the kids back.

His hand's firmly on Naruto's arm.

They obligingly step back.

And Orochimaru steps forward, making brief eye contact with each of the kids, smirk widening.

And then he turns his attention to Tsunade.

Chihiro flinches away from his glance.

Tsunade holds her hands out, glowing faintly. 

And Orochimaru steps into her reach.

She touches him, chakra flowing into him.

And 

He 

Chokes.

And snakes lash from his robes as he jerks back, stumbling from her - 

Her fist collides with his face.

He goes flying.

"You three need to leave," Jiraiya says, preparing to fight.

"Right." He is not sticking around this - 

He goes to drag Naruto off, in the opposite direction Orochimaru went -