"This is bad..."
"How can a man wear women's clothes?!"
Choji and Kiba Inuzuka stammered in disbelief when they heard the terms of the bet.
The others were equally shocked.
Asuma, realizing Sasuke was taking things way too far, instinctively got up to leave, only for Kakashi to grab him by the collar and push him back into his seat.
Kakashi glanced at Sasuke, amusement dancing in his eyes.
So, this brat is still salty about last time...
Shikamaru and Neji, on the other hand, immediately felt a sense of impending doom.
Of course. If Naruto calls us over, it's never for anything good.
"But..."
"Naruto doesn't have any girls' clothes, right?"
Shikamaru shrugged, trying to weasel out of this madness.
Sasuke froze.
He'd been so fixated on making the bet about wearing women's clothing that he completely forgot to prepare the actual clothes.
"See?"
"Since there aren't any..."
"Let's just forget about it."
Shikamaru smiled, and the group collectively exhaled in relief. No one wanted to picture what would happen if they had to dress up.
A well-timed save. Once again, Shikamaru proving to be the hero everyone needed.
But Sasuke gritted his teeth, visibly frustrated.
Damn it. If Naruto were still here, I could've borrowed some of his ridiculous outfits...
"Alright..."
Just as Sasuke was about to concede, Kakashi casually spoke up.
"No need to change the bet."
"I've got some."
Before anyone could react, Kakashi activated his Mangekyō Sharingan. The space in front of the coffee table twisted, and in the blink of an eye, a pile of colorful clothing appeared.
Many of them... funeral attire from the Third Hokage's ceremony.
Everyone: ? ?
Sasuke: ?
A collective sigh of relief had barely left the group before realization struck.
Wait.
Did Kakashi just summon a stash of women's clothing... from his own personal inventory?!
All eyes slowly turned to Kakashi, their gazes filled with unspeakable horror.
Why the hell does he have so many women's outfits?
But Kakashi, unfazed by the sheer absurdity of the situation, simply shrugged.
"Nothing strange about this. Sasuke asked me to prepare them in advance."
He shot a meaningful glance at Sasuke.
It was an unspoken deal:
Take the fall for me, and we'll trick these fools together.
Refuse, and I'll tell everyone about the last time you cross-dressed.
Sasuke's eye twitched. He seriously considered electrocuting Kakashi on the spot.
This damned old pervert! And calling it "advance preparation" like it's normal?!
Also...
Who the hell uses the Mangekyō Sharingan to store women's clothing?!
If Uchiha Obito saw this, he would kill Kakashi on the spot!
Sasuke remembered how Kakashi had been obliterated in an instant during their fight years ago. And now this idiot was using his Mangekyō to hoard outfits?!
For a second, Sasuke imagined a scenario where Obito climbed out of the grave just to slap Kakashi.
But then he recalled his so-called "best friends" in Konoha calling him "Brother Bo Bing" behind his back, and his thirst for vengeance quickly overtook his rage.
Fine, fine. I'll play along.
"Yes," Sasuke finally admitted. "I asked Kakashi-sensei to prepare them in advance."
"Ohhh, that makes sense!"
"I knew my best friend would never do something like this!"
Might Guy grabbed Kakashi in a bear hug, his eyes sparkling with admiration. The others, reassured by Sasuke's explanation, dismissed their doubts.
Only...
Wait.
Did these two plan this in advance?!
The group's expressions slowly shifted from shock to irritation.
Only Shikamaru saw through the act.
From their micro-expressions, it was obvious—Sasuke and Kakashi had never discussed this beforehand.
Damn it. I never expected Kakashi-senpai to have such... eccentric hobbies.
Shikamaru briefly considered exposing them. But then he thought about the consequences.
Yeah, no. I'd never make it out of this room alive.
But still...
If it's a bet involving cross-dressing, then there's no way I'm losing.
Watching everyone reluctantly pull on Kakashi's... collection, Shikamaru suddenly found the situation quite amusing.
"Sorry, I'm busy."
Neji, ever the serious one, turned to leave, his expression unreadable.
"Oh?"
Lee, his eternal rival, smirked. "Afraid of losing, Neji?"
"Yeah! Neji, this is the spirit of youth!"
Might Guy clapped Neji on the back, his enthusiasm borderline painful.
Perhaps it was the provocation, or maybe it was just the sheer stupidity of his teammates—but Neji reluctantly stayed.
Kai, meanwhile, locked eyes with Kakashi, his competitive fire raging.
"My eternal rival!"
"I will stake my dignity as a man to challenge you!"
"Let's decide this once and for all!"
Kakashi: ...
Sasuke sighed, motioning for everyone to gather around the long table. From a cabinet, he pulled out a set of Werewolf cards.
"Alright, let's go over the rules."
The game was simple: two factions—villagers and werewolves—battle for survival. The losers? They get to wear an outfit chosen by the winners.
Hearing this, everyone's faces lit up.
This was a game of intelligence and strategy, essential skills for any ninja.
Especially for Shikamaru and Neji, both known for their sharp minds.
And then there were Kakashi, Guy, and Asuma—three veterans who prided themselves on their experience and wits.
No way they'd lose.
Or so they thought.
Shikamaru entered the first round brimming with confidence.
Then, something unexpected happened.
Because he was too smart, everyone saw him as a threat.
No one listened to a word he said.
And just like that, they voted him out in the first round.
Shikamaru was stunned.
"WHAT?!"
"WHY DID YOU VOTE ME OUT FIRST?!"
"DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO PLAY?!"
His jaw dropped as he stared at his villager card. According to his calculations, the werewolves were most likely Sasuke, Kakashi, and Neji!
Why didn't they target each other?
Why was he the one getting eliminated?!
"Too bad."
"Shikamaru, don't worry—I'll pick out something cute for you."
Asuma grinned, completely abandoning his role as a teacher.
At first, everyone had been reluctant, whispering about how they were "family" and "shouldn't go too hard on each other."
But as the rounds progressed, everyone started dressing up.
Now, they just wanted to drag each other down.
"Another round!"
"Neji, this time you're wearing stockings!"
Shikamaru slammed the table, now fully immersed in his role as a vengeful cross-dressing demon.
The others threw taunts back and forth, the tension rising.
Then...
The door handle suddenly turned.
Oh, crap.
Naruto's back!!