[X] Seen a lot of things in this ol' world
As far as you can figure it, your big disadvantage - which you're sure the Kiri-nin will notice even if Temari doesn't - is your chakra deficiency.
It's a minor medical conundrum that no one's really been able to work out; you have stamina way beyond anyone you know short of Chouji's dad, and even entering puberty and sleeping for longer hours (mostly in the morning, to your mother and Ami's mutual chagrin), you aren't terribly clumsy or easily fatigued... and yet, you have no more chakra than a normal genin without your stamina. You're like a house without insulation; you only retain the excess chakra you produce half or a quarter as efficiently as a normal person.
Dad has head-guy-related theories that you've been given natural limits so that you don't get too strong too quickly and accidentally blow yourself up, but the fact is particularly large chakra reserves weren't in the cards even for a normal Yamanaka. Dad certainly doesn't have them.
The only reason it's noteworthy in your case is that you have an elemental kekkei genkai. Normally that by itself would make you a ninjutsu-focused fighter; there are ninja parents who would sacrifice an eye to get their children a force-multiplier like that. It's arguably only because you're a Yamanaka - and the heiress at that - that you've been permitted to pursue your more subtle interests this long.
If you could find a way to get some 'insulation', you could have jounin-tier Ranton ninjutsu within three years at the outside. You may
like infiltration better, but raw combat ability like that is definitely nothing to sneeze at.
In the meantime, you have a summoning contract that you need a
serious boost to make the best use of.
One thing's for sure, you aren't working for it. Just the time you and Lee spent training up each other's speed this month has taught you that much; hard work
sucks. You need a shortcut, and you need it now.
The library in the tower doesn't have any books on biological seals for use on living beings, and most of the books you find there tend to imply the practice is semi-illegal (in that 'if you get caught before you make it work in a non-fatal way we will fuck your shit up' kind of way) for anyone under the rank of jounin. Well, no matter; that's unexplored territory for you for now, there's no way you'd be able to rig something up in the next four days without examining Anko, and to be honest, the day you'd rather examine a curse mark on a gorgeous young woman than her other qualities is the day you lie down and die.
Luckily, there are a few books on regular storage seals and the ways they can be adapted to hold elemental chakra. Seems the usual way is to draw up the seal and then fire a jutsu into it, to be released at some later date. Either that or just fill the seal with a huge amount of generic elemental chakra and release it as 'fuck
everyone in general' bomb. That method has its charms, no question, but that kind of attack is just begging for your opponent to turn it back on you.
On the subject of raw chakra storage, the books are strangely silent. Which you choose to take as a good sign; if it were expressly forbidden it would at least be
mentioned. And it can't be that it's so high-tier that it's entered the realm of genuinely secret stuff - you've only been thinking about this for a couple weeks and you've already thought of a couple of methods to try that won't hurt anyone. Probably.
Some of the stuff said about people who make seals expressly to reflect enemies' jutsu onto the caster gives you the idea that the simplest way to store your chakra for later moulding and use would be to have Shikamaru draw up the seal; if you make a standard seal yourself it'll just interpret you depositing your chakra as you telling it to dump its nonexistent contents.
Voluntelling Shikamaru to do the actual seal-work also frees up some more time to help the others and work on your other preparations. Of course, that does mean you're dependent on the single laziest person you know; he'll probably make two and then call you greedy for asking for more. Granted, those two will probably also be of really good quality, meaning you'll be able to vary the amount of chakra you want to draw out at a time, but if you make the seals yourself by other methods, you're pretty sure you can crank out at least half a dozen of medium-to-good quality, giving you access to more chakra spaced out over time anyway.
The specific method you have in mind for this is mid-way between the difficult option and the easy route. Basically, you get Menka, Tsumuji-san, Miun and several other cats of a combative cast of mind to mix their chakra with yours so that the seal will accept the energy you want to store, and then later, when you cast Kuchiyose, it'll take less chakra overall to bring them to you, because part of their own chakra will already be onsite and set to help them get to wherever you happen to be. This does have the drawback that you can only use the seal for summoning, but really, it's not like you're going to learn a Water or Wind technique in the next three days; that's ridiculous.
Finally, the difficult-and-impressive option is to design your own seal, one that'll only accept your Chakra Conduit Technique as the signal to loose the goods. You'll probably only have one scroll in the end, what with how long it's likely to take you to get the coding right, but when you're finished you'll have a source of fuel, stored in a good-quality seal like the ones Shika-chan would have made, that no one can steal. The thought definitely appeals to the miser in you. Plus you know you're not likely to make the best showing in the outright fisticuffs department, so any extra nods you can pick up will be worth their weight in gold.
Which option do you go with?
[X] Go bug Shika-chan to make you some seals. Bribe him with intel, threaten to sic his mom on him, but get those scrolls.
[X] Hey, Miun-chan, can I ask you a favour?
[X] Her mind is made out of keys...
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[X] I spend all my time chasin' you around
If little miss Oto really is some kind of genjutsu phenom, a tune-up for the Throne is definitely in order.
You've thought about mental security before, obviously, but it's kind of a leap from a few hundred Sasukes poised to go sickhouse on some dudes to an actual hunter-nin construct.
Initially you went for a traditional hunter-nin look; mask, body armour, the usual. But there was something about it that creeped you out too much. Maybe it's just you're not used to the featurelessness of the faceguard - Konoha doesn't have a hunter-nin corps of its own, so it's not out of the question that you subconsciously associate swirly masks with 'the enemy'.
Or maybe it's just too close to an ANBU captain's uniform for you to be comfortable with it.
Whatever the reason, you scrap the concept pretty quick.
So, barefaced, then. Hm. Actually, now that you think of it, maybe 'nonthreatening' is the way to go here. Silly, even. The false-Sasukes are pretty gloomy company, all things considered. They may have more personality now that you've gone back and edited them, but they're still the result of your work as an immature Throne user, and it makes conversation pointless, if not depressing. You can still see the seams; you can tell which parts were the original construct and which parts were added later.
You want something a little... fancier, this time. Something that was made correctly from the start. A construct you could actually talk to.
Someone who's competent enough, but who's good for a laugh.
Grinning, you add eyelashes like Lee's to the face.
Yeah, like Lee. Someone who doesn't give up.
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"Hey, Ami? If I go rogue-"
"Sasuke-kun and I will retrieve you before we notify the Hokage, don't worry."

"... why do you have a plan for if I become a nuke-nin?"
"I don't. I have a general-purpose Ino Has A Terrible Idea She Thinks Is Brilliant plan. Why, what was your question?"
"... never mind." ^_^;
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Someone who knows you well. And trusts you anyway, against their better judgement.
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Neji's expression doesn't vary much (not that you're complaining; there isn't enough frown in the world to ruin
that face, meow), but this particular shade of 'why are you talking to me' is a new one.
"'If you became Hokage'? Is that your ambition, then?"
"Pfft, hell no!" You lean against the wall of the gym. "It's just a hypothetical. What would you do? How would you react if after the chuunin exams it turned out I performed so well that Sandaime-sama went into semi-retirement and designated me his heir?"
"I would endeavour to determine if he and his advisers had been placed under a genjutsu."
You blink, and smile. "Really? You think that much of my skill, that I could take out the Professor?"
His eyes widen, and he lets out the small grunt of someone who's just given an accidental compliment. Heh. He's cute when he's startled.
"Say rather that I think that little of your scruples." He coughs. "If I've answered your question to your satisfaction, please leave me to my exercises."
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But never quite admits it.
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"No," Tenten says flatly, "I will not help you with your exam preparations. If you weren't ready to compete you shouldn't have entered."
"Mou, but sempai-"
"And another thing," she says, poking a kunai in your face, "I'm not your damn sempai. We were in the same taijutsu class at the Academy for
one year, that's all. Neji and Lee might have to put up with you but not me, got that?"
"This really is my day for beautiful women threatening me, I guess," you comment with a nervous giggle. "No problem. I'll come back when you're not busy."
"I'll stop being busy," Tenten shouts, flinging the kunai at you just as you manage to close the door, "when I'm dead!"
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And who might actually hate you a little bit. ^_^; Keeps ya honest, y'know?
"MATTE, INO!"
Now you just need someone for him to chase so he isn't always after
you.
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[X] But even still I can't say much, because I know we're all the same; oh yes, we all seek out to satisfy those thrills
His voice is right in your ear.
"Evenin', cutie."
"WAH!"
"Wah!"
He hops out of the way of your fan with a noise of surprise that mirrors your own.
"Oi oi oi, I surrender! It's just me."
"Wh-what the hell is that supposed to mean, 'just you'?" you ask, flailing your tessen at him in disbelief. "How do you even have a concept of 'you'? The Sasukes don't know that they're Sasuke and even the old fella doesn't have real self-awareness yet, so what the hell are you?!"
... okay, you have to admit, it's harder to be frightened of him when he pouts.
"Aw, don't be so cold, Ino-chan. Isn't this what you were trying to do anyway?"
You don't let your guard down (in fact you kai twice, just to be sure), but you do take a moment to calm your nerves and centre yourself a bit.
You're the Queen that sits on the Throne at the Heart of the Mountain, ruler of the World Inside the Gourd.
"... well, yeah, I guess," you say finally, still perplexed, "but I only started a day ago! How are you already...?"
He grins.
"Maa, sorry about that; I got impatient. Once you got going on this little project I just knew I had to move house, so to speak." He stretches.
"You had a good start, but you were takin' too long, so I filled in the details myself."
"'Move house'? Wait a second, if you're really..." You aren't going to say the name; you aren't going to hope that much. "Then you came here from where? The past? Another world? Which is it?"
"Nah, nowhere that far away; just down the block," he says cheerfully, taking a seat on your windowsill.
"I would've been here sooner, but you really took your sweet time taking full advantage of this RPG Maker setup you've got here."
"Down the block?"
"Metal Gear?"
"Ninja Info Cards?" you ask before you can stop yourself. You pull back, blinking as the man in the red jacket starts to laugh. "Okay, seriously, why does that always happen? Why do I know what a Metal Gear is, why do I know what Ninja Info Cards are, and
what the hell are you doing in my head?!"
"I live here," he says, shrugging.
"Call it a shark-jumping moment for this whole memory palace deal if you want, but despite appearances, I'm you and you're me."
You...
He's...
"... bullshit," you say flatly. "There is no way I'm secretly a hairy middle-aged guy who always needs Goemon-san to rescue him."
"Urk-! M-middle-aged?!" He jumps to his feet and his hands ball into fists at his side.
"I'm eternally young, I'll have you know! You're not in any position to be taking potshots at people's age, you brat!"
"I notice you don't argue about the hairiness," you snicker.
He smirks.
"Pardon me for bein' a grown man! I guess I shouldn't expect some flatchested midget chasin' prissy bishounen to understand the appeal of maturity."
"I'm not a midget! Just 'cause I'm not all gangly like Ami..."
"I notice you don't argue about the flatchestedness," he echoes you with a catty sidelong glance.
Something inside you flickers.
"... I need to stop doing this to myself," you say under your breath, and turn to go.
"Oh?" he asks.
"Still not convinced, then? All right. How about some proof?"
You look back to ask what he's doing, but he's gone.
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You wake up in the bathroom, leaning against the wall, and for a moment you don't know what the hell is going on.
I've never sleep-walked before...
Cracking your neck, you go over to the sink to splash some water on your face.
It's only when you see the pink smudges coming off on your hands that you look in the mirror.
A curly moustache, a cartoon tongue, and little horns, all done in dark pink.
Your eyes are wide.
... Lupin?
How's Annie? he asks impishly.
Tears roll hot and heavy down your face.
Constructs are a fraction of the mind, you recall Dad dad's introductory lecture when you first showed him the prototype inner-Sasuke.
They cannot simulate a whole mind and direct the body.
Which means...
You wrap your arms around yourself and sink to the floor.
Welcome home, kid.
"Heh. I guess I am, aren't I?"
"Ino, have you seen my lipstick?" Ami asks from out in the room. "It's a little black cylinder about two and a half inches long, with the Hatsumomo logo on the side and Strawberry Pie written on one end?"
... did you think to grab the makeup remover before you locked us in here?
You can always blame it on your imaginary friend.
Fuck you.
You really think this is the right time to rub one out?
"Ino?" Ami knocks on the door. "You okay in there?"
"I'm fine," you say, "just trying to drown myself in the toilet is all..."
[X] What do?