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Chapter 133: Tsunade Goes Limp

The Hokage succession ceremony ended quickly thanks to Tsunade's decisiveness.

Everyone was pretty satisfied.

After all, who likes listening to long-winded speeches?

Yamanaka Ino and the others didn't stick around; they had to return to school.

Even for something as big as changing Hokage, they only got a half-day off.

Natsume headed straight for the Hokage Building.

Outside Tsunade's office, he heard an argument.

"Tsunade, the Uchiha clan now only has one child left—Sasuke."

Mitokado Homura's stern voice sounded. "He's too young to manage so much inheritance. It should be handed over to Konoha."

Anyone who didn't know better would really think he was looking out for Uchiha Sasuke.

"That's right. Sasuke just turned seven. Gaining such wealth all at once is too much for him. He could be corrupted by money."

Koharu Utatane chimed in. "It will do nothing good for his future."

Standing outside, Natsume almost laughed.

In the original story, after Uchiha Sasuke married Haruno Sakura, they were quite poor—she even had a mortgage to pay.

The Uchiha—once Konoha's foremost clan.

No way were they short of money.

For Sasuke, as the sole heir, to end up in such straits was most likely due to Konoha's higher-ups.

Even if Hiruzen Sarutobi didn't act, Danzo Shimura, Koharu Utatane, and Mitokado Homura wouldn't have let it go.

But now there was a new Hokage.

"Who did you have in mind to manage it?"

Tsunade suppressed her anger and asked evenly, "You two?"

Koharu and Homura exchanged a look and immediately smiled.

See? Tsunade just took office—how could she have confidants yet?

"Leave it to us—no problem at all."

Homura took a half-step forward, secretly delighted, though his face remained righteously solemn. "We'll manage the Uchiha assets properly and return them to Sasuke when he comes of age."

"Shameless!"

Tsunade clenched her fists and snapped, "You two old fossils—don't think I don't know what you're after!"

"Tsunade! We're your elders, at least. What, you've just taken the Hokage's seat and already plan to move against us?"

Homura and Koharu's faces darkened.

"Hmph, I don't recognize elders like you—trying to swallow up a lonely child's inheritance!"

Tsunade glared at them without fear.

"Swallow up? It's called safekeeping!"

Homura flushed with anger, forcing an explanation.

Matters of Konoha's leadership—how could she put it so crudely?

"I am the Hokage!"

Tsunade couldn't be bothered to argue further and pulled rank. "I'll handle this. I don't need your interference!"

Now she understood why Hiruzen and Danzo always ended their sentences that way.

There was no helping it.

Homura and Koharu were furious enough to spit blood.

Such a huge fortune, slipping away before their eyes—they were unwilling.

But Tsunade had invoked her authority as Hokage. If they kept pushing, it would lead to open hostility.

"Tsunade, you'll regret this!"

Leaving that classic line behind, the two turned and left.

Natsume frowned.

Hey—that's my line!
You two old fossils are done for!

Daring to steal my line!

Tsunade let out a long breath.

Being Hokage wasn't easy.

If it wasn't to pave the way for Natsume, she truly wouldn't have wanted the job—arguing with those two old undeads every day.

She leaned back in the Hokage's soft chair and stretched out fully.

With no one around, she relaxed completely.

Her light blouse clung to her curvaceous figure; her long, straight jade-like legs crossed and gently swung, while her delicate toes peeked out through her heeled sandals.

"Sis."

Natsume's voice sounded.

He opened the door and saw Tsunade looking so unguarded and slack that he froze for a moment.

Looks like arguing with the two advisors really was draining.

"Mm, you're here."

Tsunade blinked her beautiful eyes slightly. "Did you hear the conversation just now?"

"I heard."

Natsume walked behind her, raised his hands, and began to knead her shoulders through her clothes.

Feeling his massage, Tsunade's body gradually relaxed, and her mood improved.

"What do you think we should do?"

"Leave it to Sasuke, of course."

Natsume had his bottom line.

Besides, there were plenty of ways to make money.

Why steal a child's inheritance?

"At least you've got some conscience."

Tsunade's lips curled into a smile as she closed her eyes.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

Natsume got a little annoyed, stopped massaging, and took her soft little hands in his.

Then he rested his head on her shoulder, inhaled her scent, and bit her earlobe.

Nibble, lick.

Tsunade's eyes shot open, and her face, down to her ears, flushed scarlet as if a squeeze would draw blood.

Her body trembled for a few seconds; her heart raced, and she went limp in the Hokage's soft chair.

"Mmm… I'm sorry…"

Her eyes misted as she hurriedly apologized.

"That's better."

Natsume let her go.

"Ah! You brat, you've grown bold!"

Tsunade took a deep breath, suddenly stood, and pinned him against the wall with one hand, growling fiercely.

Natsume truly didn't see it coming.

He was subdued in an instant.

He thought to himself, women really can switch faces faster than turning pages.

What now?
He was pinned at a vital point—no way to escape.

"Um… Sis… I was just joking earlier."

When it came to women, Natsume was always flexible. He quickly changed his tone and apologized at light speed. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again!"

"Joking?"

A vein throbbed on Tsunade's forehead. Remembering that never-before-felt sensation from just now, she glared at Natsume with a murderous look.

Still not satisfied, she shoved him to the floor and stomped him a few times.

But she wasn't that cruel—she took off her shoes first.

Natural, shapely legs and fair, bare feet.

The burst of power was indeed impressive.

Natsume regretted not wearing less—no, not wearing more layers.

"Sorry."

Seeing how pitiful he looked, Tsunade softened, pulled him up again.

"No more of that next time."

"I won't, I promise!"

Natsume patted his chest in guarantee.

He noticed Tsunade had taken off her shoes and quickly crouched down.

"Sis, sit—I'll help you put them on."

"Hmph, at least you know your place."

Tsunade sat back down and extended her right foot first.

Natsume took her slightly cool jade foot; the soft, silky feel made it hard to let go.

But to avoid arousing suspicion, he quickly slipped her shoe back on.

Tsunade's heart stirred.

Natsume's movements were very gentle, like handling a precious porcelain piece.

She thought to herself, this guy is actually pretty good to me.

"All right, you can go for now."

Tsunade waved a hand. "I have to deal with the remaining Uchiha issues."

"Okay."

Natsume didn't intrude further.

He had no official position now, so it wasn't convenient to get involved.

After Natsume left, Tsunade stood, locked the office door, and exhaled.

Good thing she'd brought a change of clothes, or this would've been trouble.

Chapter 134: Mikoto's First Modification

Tsunade had just taken office, and there were many matters awaiting her.

Especially the Uchiha.

The inheritance alone was troublesome enough, but there were also death benefits.

Konoha had publicly claimed that Uchiha Itachi killed the entire clan.

In other words, the Uchiha hadn't rebelled.

If they were innocent victims, compensation was necessary to calm public sentiment.

And the disappearance of Uchiha Mikoto and others also needed manpower to investigate.

Fortunately, Hiruzen had already quarreled with Danzo.

Otherwise, even Sasuke's placement would have taken ages to discuss.

Natsume felt a headache coming on.

Before this, he'd even thought about becoming Hokage.

Now that he thought about it, being the man behind the Hokage was clearly the wiser choice.

But Tsunade was one of his own—he couldn't let her work herself ragged.

He needed to find some helpers.

Besides, if work was that exhausting, how would she have the energy to have fun with him after hours?

…

Daimyo's mansion, Land of Waves.

Natsume appeared in Uchiha Mikoto's room.

He'd given her a Flying Thunder God ring.

He used tokens before, but those were inconvenient; later he switched to rings.

Of course, not everyone got one.

Basically, only those with the strength or potential to join his organization would be assigned one.

Natsume noticed this practice was unintentionally similar to Ainz Ooal Gown's.

But Ainz was fiction—he wasn't.

In this respect, he was one step ahead.

"What are you reading?"

Natsume asked casually as he sat across from her.

"Ninjutsu and genjutsu."

Uchiha Mikoto was a bit surprised by his sudden appearance.

But remembering the ring he'd given her, she returned to her usual gentle calm.

"I've advanced to three-tomoe Sharingan. The techniques I couldn't learn before, I can try now."

"Right."

Natsume nodded.

Uchiha Mikoto's talent was actually rather average.

Even after witnessing Itachi kill Fugaku, she barely managed to awaken three tomoe.

That suggested her foundational ability wasn't great.

If her foundation had been better, she might have jumped to Mangekyo like Obito did.

Luckily, Natsume now had many methods to compensate for her physical shortcomings.

"Did you come to take me to see Sasuke?"

At the mention of Sasuke, Mikoto lost interest in books and looked at him expectantly.

"Tsunade took office as the Fifth Hokage today."

Natsume didn't answer directly, but Mikoto understood.

Her calm face lit up with a happy smile.

She didn't notice that Natsume called Tsunade by name rather than "sensei" like before.

That was a signal.

In Natsume's eyes, Uchiha Mikoto was very similar to Uzumaki Hinae—a type he could handle easily.

"Aunt Mikoto, I'll ask you one last time—awakening the Mangekyo Sharingan is painful. Are you truly determined?"

His face grew solemn. "If you're unwilling, we can stop now."

"No, I'm willing."

Mikoto took a deep breath. "As a mother, I can't let Sasuke shoulder all the hatred alone."

"With that mindset, you'll definitely awaken the Mangekyo."

Noticing the steely resolve beneath her gentle exterior, Natsume nodded.

"Thank you."

Mikoto showed that kind and considerate smile again.

"Don't resist. I'll take you to see Sasuke."

Natsume stood, placed a hand on her shoulder.

He performed the Flying Thunder God.

They appeared on the school rooftop.

Rooftops are magical places.

All kinds of things happen there.

"You okay?"

Natsume looked at her discomfort and asked.

"I'm fine."

Mikoto quickly released his arm. "Sorry, I'm just not used to it."

"Normal."

Natsume walked to the railing, pointed at a classroom in the distance. "If you activate your Sharingan, you'll see Sasuke by the window."

"I can't interact with him?"

Mikoto sounded disappointed.

"No."

Natsume shook his head and explained, "Right now Sasuke is holding in a lot. That drive will speed up his growth. You understand?"

Mikoto didn't reply. She activated her three-tomoe Sharingan.

Though not as wide-ranging as the Byakugan, a few dozen meters was nothing.

A smile immediately blossomed on her face.

Only now, seeing Sasuke for real, did she truly feel at ease.

But the next moment, her pupils quaked—surprise filled her expression.

Natsume hugged her from behind, his strong arms wrapping around her waist like a vice. That youthful, masculine scent—musky and intoxicating—made her blush crimson and panic, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

Mikoto struggled to pull away, but her slender hands were caught in his firm grip, pinning them gently but inescapably against her sides.

"Aunt Mikoto, you said you'd pay any price to awaken your eyes, right?" He breathed into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Only strong emotions will trigger it."

"B-but…" Mikoto stammered, her voice trembling. A conservative woman like her had never experienced anything so intimate, so forbidden, and she was utterly flustered, her body betraying her with a rush of unwelcome heat between her thighs.

"No buts. Was everything you said earlier a lie?" As he spoke, his hand slid in with practiced ease, slipping under the hem of her shirt and gliding up her bare stomach. Even through the thin fabric of her bra, he could feel the smooth, sleek warmth of her skin, her nipples hardening involuntarily under his teasing touch as he cupped one breast, squeezing gently.

"W-what are you doing?!" Mikoto's eyes widened in disbelief, a gasp escaping her lips as his fingers brushed over the sensitive peak, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

"Helping you awaken your Mangekyo." Natsume narrowed his eyes, his voice low and commanding. "I value promises most. Since you asked, I'll deliver." His other hand ventured lower, pressing against the front of her pants, feeling the growing dampness through the material as he rubbed slow circles over her most intimate area.

"N-no… I don't…" Mikoto trembled; even her Sharingan quivered in her eyes, the chakra surging erratically as arousal mixed with her panic.

"See? It's working." With his Eternal Mangekyo, Natsume could clearly sense her ocular power increasing, the energy building like a storm within her. Though not enough to evolve yet, it proved his method was effective—her body responding to the forbidden stimulation, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

Mikoto, face burning, went momentarily blank. It did feel different—waves of heat spreading from her core, her clit throbbing under his persistent touch, making her knees weak.

"Shh. Keep it down." Natsume warned, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her pants and slipping inside, directly against her slick folds. "This is the school rooftop. Students come up here all the time—maybe ones you know." He slid a finger inside her, curling it to stroke her inner walls, her wetness coating him as she clenched around the intrusion.

In that instant, Mikoto's tension spiked to the extreme; she even staggered, a muffled moan escaping despite her efforts. If Natsume hadn't supported her, pressing his body flush against hers—his evident hardness grinding against her backside—she might've fallen. The thought of being caught, exposed in such a vulnerable state, only heightened the intensity, her body arching into his touch against her will.

Biting her lip, Mikoto finally exhaled in surrender, her resistance crumbling as he added a second finger, pumping them rhythmically while his thumb circled her swollen clit. Her hips bucked subtly, chasing the building pleasure.

Natsume lowered his head and captured that soft warmth—her lips—in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her surrender. Mikoto's mind went blank—she didn't know what to do, her body on fire as his fingers worked her relentlessly toward the edge. She could only respond passively and clumsily, her tongue tentatively meeting his, while her inner muscles tightened around his digits, slick sounds betraying her arousal.

After a long while, as she teetered on the brink of climax, she came to her senses, a shuddering orgasm ripping through her, her juices soaking his hand.

"That's enough!" Mikoto blurted in shame and anger, pushing him away weakly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

"Mm, let's stop here today." Natsume smiled casually, withdrawing his hand and licking his fingers clean with a wicked glint in his eyes. "But just from that moment, your ocular power grew a lot—your release fueled it perfectly."

Mikoto's expression turned quiet again, her cheeks flushed, panties damp and disheveled.

"Everything has a price." Natsume looked at her and said slowly, "There's no such thing as instant success. Don't you agree, Aunt Mikoto?" He reached out and stroked her black hair as if petting a favorite animal.