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Damien 107

I was provided with the most pristine suits the Kishimotos could provide while my wife was dressed in a white elegant dress suit. A Beige blazer jacket over a turtle neck and pant suit with matching heels. Her hair flowed freely. She was ready for battle. I knew this because I could see how clear her eyes were.

We had made a secret pact in the heat of passion yesterday. Even the news of Natasha coming was not enough to stop our love making. I had promised her with a vow as she rode me to oblivion.

I had asked her to if I could do anything to assure her that I was hers and she did. Since it was a family decision, Kishimoto wore his traditional Japanese garb. His wife did the same but his three daughters did not. They wore pristine designer dresses and held handbags.

The security was heavy especially on the road. In our private discussion, Hashirama had been very concerned about being ambushed on the way by his son's supporters.

"How many cars do you