Adopted by Tsunade [199-200] (Patreon)

Chapter 199: Aunt Mikoto's Home Visit

After eating, Natsume left the Hyuga clan carrying various ninjutsu and secret arts.

He didn't interact much with Hinata.

…

Land of Snow, the Daimyo's residence.

"Lady Goddess."

Natsume pushed the door open and entered.

Kaguya looked up, set down the book in her hand, and fixed her snowy white eyes on him.

Her face showed no expression, yet she somehow looked extremely serious.

"I've already delivered the Skynet login devices to Sunagakure."

Natsume walked up to her and said.

"Three people connected."

A faint smile tugged at Kaguya's lips.

Those three were Chiyo, Rasa, and Maki.

After receiving the login devices, to verify their authenticity, the three poured in massive amounts of chakra.

Combined, their chakra equaled several months' worth of the former Land of Ancestors.

As a result, Kaguya was in a pretty good mood.

And according to Natsume, Sunagakure had over ten thousand shinobi.

Leaving her original timeline, Kaguya had felt a bit out of place and reluctant.

But now, it seemed worth it.

Besides Sunagakure, Konoha would be connecting very soon as well.

Thinking of this, Kaguya stood up and bit Natsume lightly on the lips.

"You did well."

As she leaned down, her white hair fell forward.

Natsume reached out, lifted her hair aside, revealing her fair, delicate skin.

You couldn't see pores at all—perhaps there simply weren't any—meticulous, like white jade.

He leaned in and said, "As long as you're satisfied, Lady Goddess."

Kaguya gazed into his eyes, so close.

She sensed a faint aggressiveness there.

This servant was getting bolder.

She didn't mind, and even touched her forehead to his.

Sitting back down, she asked, "Together?"

"What?"

Natsume was a little puzzled.

Without further explanation, Kaguya swept him into her arms at the waist.

"…"

Natsume was speechless.

Jeez, why is he always the passive one when it comes to Kaguya?

"What do you need?"

Kaguya reached out and stroked his face.

"Oh, this is for you."

Natsume remembered his business.

"Gentle Fist?"

Kaguya's eyes shifted slightly. "Where did it come from?"

Before, when Natsume produced the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms, she assumed it was original.

But now there was so much—originality seemed unlikely.

"Hamura developed it for Byakugan users."

Natsume explained the origins of the Hyuga clan.

Kaguya paused for a beat.

Hamura, huh?
Compared to the steady Hagoromo, she actually preferred the lively Hamura.

But both were dead.

A distant look flickered in Kaguya's eyes.

It was, in a way, related to her.

Though she granted them a lot of chakra, it wasn't enough to make them immortal.

"They're both in the Pure Land."

Natsume kissed her cheek. "Won't be long before you can see them."

The original story never said whether Hamura went to the Pure Land after he died.

But with Natsume's hint now, both brothers were there.

Kaguya's mood eased a little.

She looked at Natsume and couldn't help but smile.

He really guessed everything, didn't he?

But it wasn't a bad feeling.

"Lady Goddess should smile more."

Natsume held her right hand, as if stroking a kitten. "Because you're very beautiful."

Kaguya only responded with a flat "Mm."

Natsume didn't push it.

Take it slow.

And he found it quite fun.

Teasing the aloof Kaguya and watching the gradual changes in her expression—it was a peculiar delight.

"The Hyuga clan's Gentle Fist is all close-range taijutsu."

Natsume stated his purpose. "Could you modify it into something like the remote attack of the Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack?"

Kaguya looked down at him from above. Her pale red lips moved, and she uttered a single word.

"Okay."

"Thanks."

Natsume looked up at her.

There was none of Tsunade's tender infatuation, none of Hinae's gentleness, nor Mikoto's intriguing contrast—but still a deadly allure.

He subconsciously licked his lips.

Kaguya tilted her head, bent slightly, and kissed him—clumsy and green as she expressed her feelings.

Natsume immediately caught a faint body fragrance.

A long moment later.

Her expression cooled again. She wiped the sheen from her lips and said, "You don't need to call me Goddess anymore."

"What should I call you then?"

Natsume clearly hadn't expected that.

"Just call me Kaguya."

Kaguya considered and added, "Books say you should call someone you like by their given name."

"Okay."

Natsume agreed without hesitation.

She didn't care about titles; he, on the other hand, wasn't used to honorifics.

"Anything else?"

Kaguya stood, set him down, casually picked up the Gentle Fist scroll, and asked.

"Nope."

Natsume smiled. "I'll come back later."

He performed the Flying Thunder God Technique.

And returned home.

…

"Sis—"

Natsume suddenly stopped.

Because there was a guest in the house.

To him, not really an outsider—Mikoto.

But Tsunade didn't know.

Natsume didn't dare let her know the truth.

Reality wasn't a novel.

Tsunade could accept Hinata, but there was no way she'd accept Mikoto.

"Aunt Mikoto."

Natsume changed shoes and greeted her.

Mikoto's body flinched instinctively, her legs drawing together slightly. Biting her dewy lower lip, she nodded.

"How come you're back so early today?"

Tsunade's attention was all on Natsume; she didn't notice Mikoto's reaction at all.

"I finished up in Sunagakure and had some free time."

Natsume sat across from them. "Had lunch yet? If not, I'll cook."

"We really haven't."

Tsunade pursed her lips with a smile. With Mikoto here, she didn't dare act too openly.

Shizune had grown up with her; even if she knew, it wasn't a big deal.

But not Mikoto.

"Mikoto originally wanted to show off her cooking, but since you're back, we'll leave it to you."

Tsunade turned to Mikoto. "What do you think?"

"No problem."

Mikoto nodded, naturally having no objection.

"Then you two chat. I'll cook."

Natsume got up and went to the kitchen.

Mikoto breathed a long sigh of relief.

In front of him, she always felt completely defenseless and got rather nervous.

"How's Sasuke doing?"

Tsunade started the conversation with a smile. "He's my grand-disciple now. Natsume's not giving him a hard time, right?"

"No."

Mikoto hurriedly said, "Natsume treats him very well."

"That's good."

Tsunade glanced toward the kitchen. "Sometimes Natsume lies to me, so you can't trust everything he says."

Mikoto gave an awkward smile.

She had experienced that firsthand.

"Speaking of Sasuke, he's turning ten in the blink of an eye."

A touch of sentiment crossed Tsunade's face. "Kids grow up so fast these days."

She then thought of her own child, and her eyes softened with maternal glow.

Mikoto subconsciously pressed her lips together.

As a fellow mother, she knew that look all too well.

So her pregnancy really was true.

And Mikoto had already checked earlier—there wasn't the slightest fluctuation of ocular power in Tsunade's body.

In other words, she wasn't under a genjutsu via eyes.

Mikoto had the Mangekyo Sharingan; she was confident nothing would slip by her.

She didn't know why, but after confirming it, a surge of irritation rose inside her.

Why did Tsunade get to be so happy?

Why couldn't she?

"Mikoto?"

Tsunade sounded puzzled.

"What is it?"

Mikoto snapped back. "Sorry?"

"Sorry, you don't look well. Did I bring up something I shouldn't have?"

Tsunade immediately thought of Uchiha Itachi.

If your son killed your husband and your clan, you'd be devastated.

"I'm fine. I'll just go to the restroom."

Mikoto sensed Tsunade's concern and felt guilty, instinctively avoiding her gaze.

"The restroom's by the kitchen."

Tsunade pointed the way.

"Mm."

Mikoto got up quickly, escaping the awkward scene.

Why am I thinking like this?

She drifted to the kitchen doorway in a daze.

The next second, her body froze.

Natsume silently came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her slim waist.

"Aunt Mikoto, did you miss me?"

"N-no… I… I was going to the restroom."

Mikoto struggled twice, but without any real strength, it did nothing.

"Oh."

Natsume rested his chin on her shoulder and murmured in her ear, "I'll help."

"No…"

Mikoto showed resistance, but her feet were already off the ground.

"We're so familiar; no need to be polite."

Natsume opened the door with a smile. "But you need to be quick—Sensei's waiting."

Mikoto's face flushed scarlet, fear in her expression, on the verge of tears.

Her eyes welled up, and several crystalline beads rolled down.

Natsume kissed the corner of her eye. "If you cry, that won't be good."

Her feet touched the floor again. She took a deep breath, forcing away the shame.

Natsume chuckled, stopped teasing, and went back to cooking.

Mikoto looked at him, and an odd feeling welled up inside her.

Not anger, not fear.

She covered her burning face with her hands and only calmed down after a long while.

"Food's ready!"

Natsume brought two dishes to the table. "You two should stop chatting—time to eat."

"What's for today?"

A smile appeared on Tsunade's face instinctively.

"Your favorite—tender chicken."

Natsume grinned.

In the original, Tsunade liked tender chicken and alcohol, and disliked sweets—especially dango.

Tsunade took the head seat.

Mikoto sat to her left; Natsume sat to her right.

He had already eaten, so he didn't use his chopsticks, just watched them eat.

After the meal, Mikoto didn't stay. She took her leave.

She really couldn't bear watching Natsume and Tsunade interact.

Chapter 200: Shizune's Sleepless Night

After washing the dishes, Natsume returned to the living room and found Tsunade spacing out on the sofa.

 "What are you thinking about?"

 He sat beside her.

 "I felt Mikoto was a bit strange today."

 Tsunade leaned naturally against his shoulder.

 "What was strange?"

 Natsume's heart skipped. Had she noticed something?

 "You know… that feeling?"

 Tsunade tilted her head up, narrowed her eyes to study him, then turned away.

 "Oh."

 Natsume breathed into her ear. "I think you were a little too obvious today too."

 "Eh?"

 Tsunade rubbed her ear, puzzled. "Was I?"

 She thought she'd been very restrained.

 "Of course."

 Natsume smiled. "With those lovey-dovey eyes, she might have noticed."

 "T-then… what do we do?"

 Tsunade shivered, her face alternating pale and red.

 Panic and shyness stacked together.

 She couldn't imagine how to face Mikoto if she found out.

 "It's fine. Even if Aunt Mikoto saw, she wouldn't believe it."

 Natsume, fond of her rare cuteness, leaned in and kissed her cheek.

 Mikoto already knew anyway—and wouldn't dare say anything.

 Otherwise, she'd be severely punished.

 "This is all your fault!"

 Tsunade snapped and reflexively drove an elbow into him.

 It hit his chest.

 He felt nothing.

 But because she moved too much, Natsume caught a magnificent view.

 His gaze drifted down her collar, and a holy light burst forth in the deep valley.

 "Hmph, pervert as always."

 Seeing his stare, Tsunade pouted. "Why can't you ever be serious?"

 "How am I not?"

 Natsume chuckled. "Admiring the scenery prolongs life."

 "Nonsense."

 Tsunade rolled her eyes, pinched his waist, and said, "If Mikoto finds out, you're dead!"

 "I'm being framed here."

 Natsume couldn't help retorting. "You're the one who slipped—why blame me?"

 "Become Hokage and you stop listening to me?"

 Tsunade plopped back down, setting off a vast swell.

 "I always listen to you, sis."

 Natsume hugged her with a grin.

 "Then today is your fault."

 Tsunade declared unreasonably.

 "Mm, my fault."

 Natsume's right hand slid down, cupping her soft thigh. "I'll apologize right now."

 Tsunade froze, a look of alarm on her face.

 She tried to escape, but couldn't.

His embrace tightened, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together on the sofa.

Tsunade's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she felt the warmth of his hand tracing upward along her thigh, slipping beneath the hem of her dress.

"N-Natsume... not here," she whispered, her voice a mix of protest and anticipation, her golden eyes wide with a blend of shyness and desire.

But her body betrayed her words, arching slightly into his touch as his fingers gently explored the smooth, supple skin of her inner thigh.

Natsume's lips found hers in a soft, lingering kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of her mouth until she parted for him, their breaths mingling in a heated exchange.

"You say that, but you're not pulling away," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and teasing.

His free hand moved to the front of her dress, deftly unbuttoning the top few fastenings to reveal the generous swell of her breasts, fuller now with the gentle curve of her pregnancy enhancing their natural allure.

The soft, pale globes spilled slightly from the confines of her bra, her nipples already hardening into firm peaks beneath the thin fabric, visible as small, rosy buds straining against the lace.

Tsunade gasped into the kiss, her hands clutching at his shoulders, fingers digging in with a mix of frustration and need.

"You're impossible," she breathed, but her expression softened into one of reluctant surrender, her lips curving into a small, playful smile as she nipped at his lower lip.

He responded by deepening the kiss, his hand now cupping one of her breasts, kneading the warm, yielding flesh with care, mindful of her condition.

The weight of her pregnancy made her body even more sensitive, and she let out a soft moan, her back arching as his thumb brushed over the sensitive peak through the fabric.

With a gentle tug, Natsume slid the straps of her dress and bra down her shoulders, fully exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room.

They were magnificent—full and rounded, the skin smooth and unblemished, with faint blue veins tracing delicate patterns beneath the surface, a subtle sign of her expectant state.

Her belly, gently rounded with the early swell of pregnancy, pressed against him as he leaned in to kiss the valley between her breasts, his lips trailing a path of warm, wet affection downward.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with admiration.

Tsunade's face flushed deeper, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure. "Flatterer... but don't stop," she replied, her tone breathless and encouraging.

Encouraged, Natsume guided her hands to his trousers, helping her undo the fastenings. Her fingers trembled slightly as she freed his arousal, the firm length springing forth—thick and veined, pulsing with heat under her touch.

She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly from base to tip, her movements deliberate and teasing.

"Like this?" she asked, her voice a soft purr, her expression one of mischievous confidence as she watched his face contort in pleasure. Natsume groaned softly, his hips bucking gently into her grasp.

"Just like that... you're perfect."

Not content to let her lead entirely, he shifted their positions, laying her back against the sofa cushions with utmost care. He knelt between her legs, his hands roaming to grope her thighs and hips, squeezing the soft, curvaceous flesh as he kissed her belly tenderly.

Tsunade's breath quickened, her hands threading through his hair. "More," she urged, her voice laced with need. Obliging, he moved lower, but she pulled him back up, her eyes gleaming.

"Let me... please you first."

With a graceful shift, Tsunade positioned herself to envelop his length between her breasts, the warm, plush mounds pressing around him in a intimate embrace, her movements slow and rhythmic as she slid them up and down.

The sensation was exquisite, her skin soft and yielding, enhanced by the occasional flick of her tongue over the tip.

Natsume's expression twisted in ecstasy, his hands gently holding her shoulders.

"Sis... that feels incredible," he murmured, his voice strained.

But desire built quickly, and soon she transitioned, her lips parting to take him into her mouth.

Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, her cheeks hollowing as she moved with care, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders like a veil.

Natsume's fingers tangled in it, guiding her gently. "Yes... just like that," he encouraged, his face flushed with pleasure.

Tsunade hummed in response, her eyes locking with his, filled with a mix of affection and passion.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Natsume eased her back, fully undressing her—sliding her dress and undergarments away to reveal her naked form in all its glory. Her body was a vision: the gentle swell of her pregnant belly smooth and rounded, her hips wide and inviting, her intimate folds glistening with arousal, framed by soft curls of hair.

He shed his own clothes swiftly, his muscular frame hovering over her as he positioned himself between her thighs.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice soft, searching her eyes for any hesitation.

Tsunade nodded, her expression one of pure longing, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"Yes... make me yours," she whispered, pulling him into a deep kiss as he entered her slowly, inch by inch.

The sensation was profound—her warmth enveloping him completely, her inner walls tight and welcoming, yielding to his girth with a silken embrace. He filled her fully, the base of his length pressing against her most sensitive spot, their bodies joining in perfect harmony.

They moved together in a rhythmic dance, his thrusts gentle at first, mindful of her pregnancy, building to a steady pace that drew soft cries from her lips.

"Natsume... deeper," she moaned, her face a mask of bliss, eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her breasts bounced with each motion, her belly a soft barrier between them that only heightened the intimacy.

Natsume's expression was one of intense focus and adoration, his hands caressing her sides. "You feel so good... I love you like this," he replied, his voice rough with emotion.

Their pace quickened, bodies slick with sweat, until ecstasy overtook them.

Tsunade's climax came first, her body arching as her inner muscles clenched around him in pulsing waves, a soft, breathless cry escaping her. "Ah... yes!"

Moments later, Natsume followed, releasing deep within her with a low groan, his warmth flooding her core in a intimate culmination.

They held each other close, breaths mingling as they came down from the high, her pregnant form cradled protectively in his arms.

In the afterglow, Tsunade nestled against him, her expression serene and content. "That... was your apology?" she teased softly, a small smile playing on her lips. Natsume chuckled, kissing her forehead.

"The best one I could give."

…

Night fell.

Shizune opened the door.

"I—"

She sniffed, catching a faint scent hanging in the air.

Instantly, her face flushed crimson.

Shizune took a deep breath and hurried back to her room.

She knew it would be another sleepless night.

The next day.

Natsume yawned and bumped into Shizune.

"Didn't sleep well last night?"

He noticed her off complexion.

"…"

Shizune shot him a glare, said nothing, and ran to the bathroom.

Natsume rubbed his chin and suddenly remembered he'd been too into it yesterday and forgot to set up a soundproof barrier.

What a sin.

Now he understood her reaction.

But what was done was done; nothing to be done.

After breakfast, Natsume went to the Hokage building.

Mainly because Tsunade was sleeping in.

With just him and Shizune at home, it was awkward.

"Lord Natsume."

Kurenai Yuhi knocked and walked in. "Two shinobi from Kirigakure are here to see you."

"Kirigakure?"

Natsume blinked in surprise.

Then he remembered.

An alliance.

After all, the Mizukage Terumi Mei had paid with her first kiss.

On top of that, a Byakugan.

"Have them wait in the conference room."

Natsume waved.

"Yes."

Kurenai turned to leave.

After a bit, Natsume headed to the conference room.

He opened the door and saw two people.

One familiar: Ao.

The one-eyed man—the covered right eye was a Byakugan.

One of the most well-known jonin of Kirigakure.

Natsume had once fought alongside him.

But back then, Natsume wore a mask, so Ao didn't know.

And because of Natsume, he was now truly one-eyed.

He himself didn't complain much.

As a shinobi, his love for Kirigakure outweighed a single Byakugan.

The other was a somewhat shy young man.

Short blue hair, glasses, two swords on his back.

Chojuro.

The future Sixth Mizukage.

One of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, wielder of the twin swords Hiramekarei.

Natsume hadn't expected him.

Kirigakure really had no manpower.

Terumi Mei was forced to start grooming the young.

Unfortunately, Chojuro wasn't up to it.

Come to think of it, Kirigakure was worse off than Sunagakure.

At least they had Gaara.

Later Kankuro inherited Sasori's legacy and became a solid powerhouse.

But in Kirigakure, aside from Terumi Mei, it was hard to find a second.

Thanks to Natsume, they now had Zabuza and Haku—something to be grateful for.

"Hokage-sama."

Ao stood quickly and greeted. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ao, and this is Chojuro."

"Ao, I've heard of you—the Byakugan slayer."

Natsume smiled and took the head seat.

"Hokage-sama overpraises."

Ao waved his hands. "Compared to you, I'm not worth mentioning."

On the way, he and Chojuro had heard how Natsume single-handedly suppressed Sunagakure.

Kirigakure's overall strength wasn't much higher.

In other words, if Natsume wished, he could wipe them out.

Ao didn't want Kirigakure to end up like Sunagakure.

Handing over tailed beasts and jutsu.

Too tragic.

Plus, Terumi Mei had clearly warned them not to provoke Konoha.

With all that, Ao kept a very low profile.

"Kirigakure sent you two for what business?"

Natsume asked, though he knew.

"Kirigakure wishes to form an alliance with Konoha."

Ao immediately stood and produced a glass vial. "This Byakugan is our token of sincerity."

To be honest, after hearing Sunagakure's fate, he didn't think a single Byakugan counted as sincerity.

But Terumi Mei hadn't given anything else.

Ao watched Natsume carefully, afraid he'd get angry and flip the table.

If that happened, he and Chojuro would be doomed.

"Not bad."

Natsume smiled, checked the Byakugan, and, seeing no problems, said, "We can ally."

Ao could hardly believe his ears.

That simple?
Unbelievably smooth.

"What?"

Natsume's eyes narrowed slightly. "Still hesitating?"

"No!"

Ao waved hurriedly. "It's just that Hokage-sama was so straightforward, I didn't react."

"Did you bring a treaty?"

Natsume asked casually.

The real price had already been paid by their Mizukage.

"Yes."

Ao took out two scrolls, unrolled them, and placed them before Natsume.

Terumi Mei's name was already signed.

All that was needed was Natsume's signature to seal the alliance.

In truth, it was just a piece of paper.

Alliances had no binding force.

But the formalities should be observed.

Natsume signed both, keeping one.

"Anything else?"

"No."

Ao held the scroll, dazed.

"You can tour Konoha for a few days, or return to report right away."

Natsume's words were a clear dismissal.

Ao and Chojuro bowed slightly and left the Hokage's office.

Natsume picked up the glass vial and appeared at the Hyuga compound.

…

"Uncle Hiashi, a gift for you."

"A Byakugan? From where?"

Hyuga Hiashi's eyes widened.

For a second he wondered if Natsume dug it up from an ancestral grave.

But thinking again—someone with his power wouldn't care for a Byakugan.

"Kirigakure's."

Natsume said casually.

"Kirigakure…"

Hiashi immediately thought of that Byakugan slayer, Ao.

He exhaled.

A Byakugan lost abroad had always been a thorn in the Hyuga's side.

But since Ao was in Kirigakure, they couldn't retrieve it.

"Thank you."

Hiashi accepted the vial sincerely.

"A trivial matter."

Natsume was calm. "Consider it a return gift for the jutsu I took yesterday."

"…"

Hiashi winced at the reminder.

Not comparable at all.

But a gift was a gift—leave it at that.

"Hokage-sama, how about hosting a banquet next Sunday to celebrate you taking Hanabi as your little sister? Would that be alright?"

Hiashi forced a smile.

"No problem."

Natsume nodded. "I'll be there on time."

"Since it involves Hokage-sama, I plan to invite the major clans and the jonin in the village. Would that be appropriate?"

Clearly, he wanted to maximize the impact.

They'd paid a heavy price—needed a return.

Natsume didn't mind. "Uncle Hiashi, do as you see fit."

Hiashi beamed.

Hinata marrying Natsume, and Hanabi becoming his sister.

The Hyuga were bound tightly to the strongest Hokage at present.

Barring accidents, they'd remain strong for decades.

He was naturally delighted.

Natsume returned to the Hokage building.

…

"Natsume-sensei!"

Naruto leaped onto the desk. "We want a mission!"

Behind him were Sasuke and Hinata.

No wonder he hadn't seen Hinata at the Hyuga just now.

Natsume smiled. "What kind of mission do you want?"

"A big one, of course!"

Naruto was annoyed. "Why didn't you take us to Sunagakure?"

He'd learned after the fact and was furious.

How could he be left out of that?!
"Don't be mad. I've got an S-rank mission for you three this time."

Natsume raised a brow. "Go to Kusagakure and search for artifacts left by the Sage of Six Paths. How about it?"

"The Sage of Six Paths?!"

Naruto instantly lit up. "Yes! I want that one!"

Even Sasuke and Hinata looked up in surprise.