Tsunade sighed. "Well, I've confirmed a few things, at least," she began, leaning back on her chair as she perused the results of the test they'd just made. "All that remains is performing a blood test, and that, I'm gonna leave on you. Everything else will take a couple of days to finalize, for a full comparation between your bodies and hers."
"If you don't mind me asking, what sort of thing did you confirm?" Shamal asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Your bodies… aren't all that dissimilar from something we ninja know as a Shadow Clone," Tsunade explained, yawning, clearly ignoring how terribly rude it is to yawn in someone else's face.
Nevertheless, Shamal persevered. "And that is..?"
"A Shadow Clone is basically a copy of a person made with chakra. No actual shadows involved. It basically makes a shell and stuffs it with chakra. In your case, you're basically a shell in the shape of your bodies animated by a big lump of mana located on your chests. That'd be your Linker Core, right?" Tsunade asked, looking at Vita's chest, as the redhead discarded the flimsy gown she'd been wearing and began re-dressing in the clothes she'd originally wore coming in.
"That'd make sense. We're magical constructs, after all," Shamal stated.
"But shadow clones are flimsy," Tsunade noted, "so much so that they can be dispelled by the slightest cut. By contrast, your bodies are much, much tougher. Your bodies also seem to be fully functioning. Clones don't so much get physically tired as their chakra runs out… So all in all, you appear to be a much more advanced and complete form of said jutsu."
"You ninja have all sorts of ways to form clones," Vita muttered. "I've seen water, earth and even fire once."
"Fire? That's rare," Tsunade said, shaking her head. "Anyway, what I've also confirmed is that your muscles and hers are somewhat similar. It's more like… Naruko's body is not unlike a normal human body that has a magical construct like your body overlaid on top of it," she explained.
"Huh? How is that even possible?" Vita asked.
"Her Chakra Coils conduct mana now," Shamal stated, rubbing her chin. "Which would irrigate her system with mana."
"That's a theory," Tsunade stated. "Personally, I have no idea. All that's left are more invasive tests," she said, "you don't need me for that. So, I'll be leaving now."
"You're going to be travelling again?" Shamal asked.
"Yeah. You're more than competent enough to look after her and you know just as much about her body as I do, probably more," Tsunade said, "if you do need me, though, you can probably find me. I'm sure the old man will be keeping tabs on me."
Meanwhile, in Naruko's hospital room…
"How did you convince me to do this?" Kiba asked, glaring at Naruko and Sakura, before turning to look at Sasuke.
"I didn't, you convinced yourself, because you are an idiot," Sasuke replied.
In front of the two boys were two girls, namely, Naruko and Sakura. Both were seated on the room's desk, eyeing the two boys like they were slabs of meat at a market, and while Sakura looked pretty satisfied eyeing Sasuke, Naruko seemed to be looking at both and pouting as if she didn't find what she wanted.
Of course, this'd be less weird if Kiba and Sasuke were wearing more than just their underwear. Now, since ninja have not heard of the invention of the jockstrap, instead of wearing boxer shorts, they tend to wear more… form fitting underwear. It's bad to have them bits dangling, you know, so they instead use underwear that actually holds it in place.
Meaning, they were wearing briefs, not boxers.
"I still don't see what you see… they look the same to me," Naruko said.
"Hey, don't lump me in the same category as this scrawny and pasty little girl," Kiba said, looking at Sasuke and frowning at his svelte body. Kiba was, by comparison, shaping up to have a much more noticeable musculature.
"Oh, yes, because being a musclebound behemoth is so conductive to moving quickly and nimbly," Sasuke sniped, raising an eyebrow. "And all those muscles don't mean shit next to chakra reinforcement," he added.
"You can reinforce yourself with chakra all you like, dipshit, because when you've torn out all your muscles from forcing them too much, I can still go," Kiba countered, grinning nastily.
"You're both scrawny," Naruko said, glaring at the two of them. "Maybe you should put on a few pounds of muscle..?"
"That's enough of that," Kiba said.
"Yes, I'm getting dressed," Sasuke said, his tone brooking no argument.
"But I still haven't seen what Sakura sees!" Naruko protested.
"And I don't think you will, I thought you'd already gone through puberty, with that pair of tits on you," Sakura muttered, "but you clearly haven't," she added.
"Tell you what, I'll let you gaze upon my manly and beautiful physique a little more, if you, I dunno," Kiba said, scratching the top of his head. He didn't know what to ask for, it had to be something outrageous so that she'd refuse, but not something so stupid that she would ask him to be serious. "I know, if you get naked, too," he added.
Naruko tilted her head. "That's it? Okay, I guess," Naruko said, shrugging. She reached behind herself and undid the knot holding her gown together, letting it fall in front of her, though it bunched up on top of her lap, as she was sitting. Dropping from the desk allowed the rest of the gown to slip off and for it to fall to the ground. She grabbed at her chest, holding her developing breasts.
"Wow, unlike Sakura, she actually has a reason to wear a bra," Kiba said.
"Why you..!" Sakura's hand clenched into a fist. For a moment, she wished she was in a clichéd scene in a manga or anime; if she was, she'd have gained super strength and the ability to beat up Kiba. Unfortunately, she did not have the ability nor raw strength to beat Kiba in one on one combat. And Kiba wouldn't let her beat him up. After all, he hadn't even insulted her, and in his mind, his comment probably didn't even register as hurtful. He'd be fully within his rights to defend himself, and Sakura would actually be reprimanded instead, as she'd be the aggressor.
Really, why did cold and hard logic have to get in the way of comedy gags?
"Kiba you idiot, this could get you arrested," Sasuke said, bringing his palm to his face.
"I didn't think she'd go and do it," Kiba countered. "Besides, what's so wrong about it? I've seen swimsuits cover less on adult women. Hell, I've seen thongs on men," Kiba said, waving his hands as if throwing Sasuke's concerns away. He then took a step towards Naruko, raising his hand as if to clap her on the back…
… but he stepped on a bit of the discarded gown, which caused him to slip forward. He tried to grab a handhold or something, but all that he found was Naruko's shoulder, his initial target, so he dragged her down with himself.
He blushed bright red as soon as he managed to stop his motion, as he'd landed right on top of Naruko.
"You're heavy," Naruko said, idly.
"… You have two seconds to explain why I shouldn't spread your guts on the sidewalk," a calm, collected and cold voice spoke, sending chills down Kiba's spine.
Fortunately for Sakura, it seemed like Kiba had attracted the attention of a superior officer, who'd seen him sexually harass a civilian, and who had the ability to make him regret it.
"Time's up."
"Oh sweet merciful gods—"