Centered on Danzo, seals sprayed out like a showerhead, covering a radius of ten meters.
Every plant, tree, bird, beast, and insect touched by the black seals was wrapped and bound.
Natsume mused that visually, this was far more striking than the original's half-bridge seal.
He was still in Sage Mode and clearly sensed Danzo had used the jutsu to distract everyone before escaping.
A few minutes later, the dust settled.
Black seals covered the ground.
"He got away."
Tsunade's face was a bit grim. But she couldn't be as ruthless as Danzo—
She couldn't order anyone into a suicidal seal field knowingly.
Still, the day's outcome was largely ideal.
Danzo fled, Koharu and Homura died, the remaining Root were captured—no more waves to stir.
Tsunade's situation was far better than Minato's had been.
And both she and Natsume gained intangible boosts.
Especially Natsume.
He'd displayed Sage Mode and suppressed Danzo with Water Release—saving lives.
Natsume felt the difference in how people looked at him.
Respect.
Before, most treated him as a junior—and only out of respect for the Hokage's student.
Now it was for his strength.
In this world, strength reigns.
Naturally, they warmed up to him.
This man was destined for Konoha's leadership—maybe even the Hokage's chair.
[Due to your actions, the fates of Shimura Danzo, Mitokado Homura, Utatane Koharu, Aburame Ryoma, Yamanaka Kaze, and others have changed. You gained a total of 560 Fate Points.]
The continuous chimes made Natsume's mood soar.
Root had a lot of named characters in the original.
Now, with one sweep plus Danzo and the two advisors, he netted 560 points at once.
A fat haul indeed.
He'd spent all his Fate Points earlier to exchange for a Sage Body, but soon after he was back over a thousand.
Stirring the pot really did pay fastest.
"Kakashi, seal the corpses of Utatane Koharu, Mitokado Homura, and the others. Send them to the Analysis Team."
Tsunade thought and issued the order.
A ninja's corpse talks.
Even in death, a wealth of intel can be extracted.
The two advisors had woven a massive web of interests over years.
Hard to unwind, but Tsunade needed to know who was in it.
"Yes!"
Kakashi organized people and got to work.
Kosuke Maruboshi sighed, eyes complicated.
Among those present, he'd known Danzo, Koharu, and Homura the longest.
They'd all trained under the Second Hokage.
In their youth, they were high-spirited, with firm Will of Fire.
A pity that in old age, they failed to keep their integrity.
"Shizune, spread the word: list Shimura Danzo as an Sclass rogue ninja."
Tsunade paused and looked up.
A figure sped in from afar—Sarutobi Hiruzen.
"Tsun—"
He began, but seeing the bodies of Koharu and Homura, he couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"
Though retired, Hiruzen still had a network.
Not long after the clash began, he learned Danzo planned to assassinate Tsunade and rushed over.
He hadn't expected the two advisors to be involved.
More surprising—Tsunade had killed them.
By her nature, she wouldn't usually go that far.
"They aided Danzo's rebellion and unfortunately died in the fight."
Tsunade didn't mention Might Guy, concerned Hiruzen might cling to old bonds.
Besides, the advisors' deaths were natural consequences of forcing their way in.
Had they not jumped in, Tsunade wouldn't have killed them—at most forced retirement.
They had contributed much to Konoha. Killing them outright was distasteful.
"Idiots!"
With everyone watching, Hiruzen couldn't say more; he could only curse.
Frankly, he felt they'd been blinded by impulse—foolish to act with Danzo.
This outcome was expected.
Hiruzen sighed. "Danzo? He escaped?"
Tsunade nodded. "I've already listed him as a rogue."
"Handle the aftermath, but keep the impact minimal. Don't let Konoha suffer more upheaval."
Hiruzen's face was full of fatigue. After his son and grandson died, now his comrades and teammates were dead or fled.
Few of his generation remained.
Even a strong heart would struggle.
And his wasn't that strong anymore.
Age had sapped his drive and decisiveness.
"I will."
Tsunade knew he was hinting and reminding her.
Danzo, Homura, and Koharu implicated many.
If she punished them all, there would be unrest.
Tsunade suspected Hiruzen's hands weren't entirely clean either.
Hiruzen came in a hurry and left in one.
From today, he finally let go of power.
But mistakes demand a price.
Natsume glanced away.
The ones to collect that debt weren't him, but Uzumaki Naruto, Namikaze Minato, and Uzumaki Kushina.
In fact, he looked forward to it.
"Everyone, return."
With things done, Tsunade gave the order.
"Yes!"
The response was unified.
Today had shaken them.
Present were ninja from nearly all major clans.
It would spread quickly.
Tsunade would cement her seat as Hokage.
Natsume would become famous too.
When all had left, only Tsunade and Natsume remained.
"Where did you go earlier?"
Tsunade flicked his forehead. "If you'd shown up sooner, maybe this ends differently."
"Big sis, you're wronging your biggest contributor."
Natsume caught her finger and grinned. "Why do you think Koharu and Homura joined the fight?"
"You?"
Tsunade's eyes sharpened.
"They were nearby, planning to help whoever won. I confronted them and spoiled it."
Natsume didn't mention the Eternal Mangekyo.
Even without it, being caught by the Hokage's student would have forced their hand.
As for the Analysis Team—he'd handle that later.
"I see."
Tsunade's lips curved. She took his hand. "In that case, today you really did the most."
"Yep!"
Natsume's eyes lit with expectation. "So what's my reward?"
"I'll make you Hokage's aide."
Tsunade thought it over. "You're a bit young in seniority, but we can make an exception."
Natsume had shown vision with the Secretariat and the Police Department.
Today he'd earned great merit and shown his strength to many.
Together with her support, despite his youth, she could convince people.
"And?"
Natsume didn't care about the aide position.
The Hokage was his person—what use was a title?
He wanted something spicier.
"Greedy!"
Tsunade rolled her eyes. "Then say it. What do you want?"
Natsume beckoned her closer and whispered.
"What do you take the Hokage for?!"
Tsunade flushed with anger. "I refuse!"
"You're Hokage—you should be fair and just."
Natsume brazened on. "I made huge contributions. If the reward doesn't satisfy me, isn't that a problem?"
"Pick something else!"
Tsunade clenched a fist. "Before I get truly angry."
"No."
Natsume answered firmly, then, seeing her look, added pitifully, "Sis."
Tsunade softened instinctively, then quickly realized he was faking it.
"No."
Her voice went cool. "This is a matter of principle."
Natsume shut up. Pushing further was pointless. He switched tactics.
He put on a sullen face. "Let's go back then."
He didn't take her hand, just turned to leave.
Tsunade froze, uneasy. She gritted her teeth and snapped, "You bastard!"
She caught up in a few steps and blocked him.
"You really want that reward?"
"Really."
Natsume knew he was going too far, but this was the perfect chance to push the line.
"Just this once."
Her tone was calm, but a blush crept up.
For her, this was unprecedented—too bold.
"I love you most, sis!"
Natsume beamed, slipped an arm around her slender waist, and planted a kiss on her cheek.
Tsunade blinked, then smiled.
Despite her strength, age made her fear one thing most—that Natsume would leave her.
Seeing his obsession, she felt content.
She pulled him tight into her arms, voice soft like a girl's. "Sis likes you too."
After a moment, Tsunade patted his wandering hands—without much force, more like a sign of permission.
"Wait."
Her face rosy.
"At home."
The Hokage's dignity was gone from her voice—only charm remained.
Natsume nodded, crouched, and said, "I'll carry you back."
"Hmph, taking advantage again."
Tsunade knew what he meant, but didn't refuse—only feigned annoyance.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her body to his back, and even wriggled a little.
"Too much."
Feeling her soft curves, Natsume narrowed his eyes and patted her rear.
"Planning a mutiny?"
Tsunade huffed, her slender fingers brushing his heated cheek. "I'm the Hokage. Careful or I'll lock you up."
"You'll regret that!"
Natsume felt incredibly satisfied after saying it.
But he knew the battle ahead would be even more delightful.
He would make Tsunade regret those words.
The night was long.
...
They arrived at their residence, the door clicking shut behind them with a finality that sent a shiver down Natsume's spine.
Tsunade's room was dimly lit by a single lantern, casting warm shadows over the futon and scattered scrolls—remnants of her endless work. But tonight, none of that mattered.
Tsunade turned to him, her usual commanding presence softened by a mix of nervousness and desire. Her green robe clung to her voluptuous figure, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moved.
Natsume didn't waste time. He stepped forward, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with the hunger he'd been holding back.
Tsunade responded eagerly, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. She tasted like sake and something sweeter, more intoxicating.
"You little brat," she murmured against his lips, her voice breathy. "Always pushing your luck."
He grinned, his fingers deftly undoing the sash of her robe. It fell open, revealing the full swell of her breasts, heavy and perfect, her nipples already hardening in the cool air.
Natsume's breath caught—he'd fantasized about this for so long, but the reality was overwhelming. He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
Tsunade gasped, arching her back, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"Natsume... ah, that's... good."
Encouraged, he moved to the other breast, his hands roaming down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips. He could feel her trembling slightly, her legendary strength giving way to vulnerability. Sliding his hand between her thighs, he found her already wet, her folds slick with arousal.
Tsunade moaned softly as he teased her clit with his thumb, circling it slowly while his fingers dipped inside her, feeling the tight, warm heat of her body clench around him.
"You're so wet for me, sis," he whispered, his voice husky with lust.
Tsunade's cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn't pull away—instead, she ground against his hand, her hips bucking instinctively.
"Shut up and keep going," she commanded, though it came out more like a plea.
Natsume obliged, pushing her gently back onto the futon. He stripped off his own clothes quickly, his erection springing free—hard, throbbing, and eager.
Tsunade's eyes widened slightly at the sight, a mix of admiration and anticipation in her gaze. She reached out, wrapping her hand around his shaft, stroking him firmly from base to tip. Precum beaded at the head, and she smeared it with her thumb, making him groan. "You've grown up," she teased, her voice laced with affection.
He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance.
"This is our first time," he said, locking eyes with her. "I want it to be perfect."
Tsunade nodded, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. "Then make it count, you idiot."
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Natsume entered her. She was tight—impossibly so—her inner walls gripping him like a vice as he pushed deeper, inch by inch.
Tsunade let out a sharp cry, a mix of pain and pleasure, her nails digging into his back.
"Fuck... you're big," she gasped, her body adjusting to the fullness. He paused when he was fully sheathed inside her, savoring the sensation of her heat enveloping him completely.
They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together.
Then, he began to move. Slow at first, pulling out almost entirely before sliding back in, building a rhythm.
Tsunade's moans grew louder with each thrust, her breasts bouncing with the motion.
"Harder," she demanded, her Big Sister authority slipping back in.
Natsume complied, increasing his pace, his hips slamming against hers with wet, rhythmic slaps. He angled himself to hit that sensitive spot inside her, making her cry out his name—"Natsume! Yes, right there!"
Sweat slicked their bodies as they moved together, the room filled with the sounds of their passion: her gasps, his grunts, the creak of the futon.
Natsume reached down, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, pushing her closer to the edge. Tsunade's body tensed, her muscles clenching around him as her orgasm built. "
I'm... I'm coming," she whimpered, her voice breaking. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, her pussy pulsing around his cock, milking him as she came hard, her juices soaking the sheets beneath them.
The sensation was too much for Natsume. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her and released, his cock twitching as he filled her with hot spurts of cum.
"Sis..., I love you," he groaned, collapsing onto her, their bodies entwined in the afterglow.
They lay there panting, Tsunade's arms wrapped around him possessively. "That... was good," she admitted with a soft laugh, kissing his forehead. But Natsume wasn't done—his cock, still semi-hard inside her, twitched with renewed interest as he felt her warmth.
"Not yet," he murmured, nuzzling her neck. "I want more. I want all of you."
Tsunade's eyes sparkled with a mix of exhaustion and arousal. "Greedy boy," she teased, but she didn't resist when he pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees.
In this new position—doggy style—her ass was presented to him, full and inviting, her pussy glistening with their combined fluids. Natsume gripped her hips, sliding back into her with a single, forceful thrust.
Tsunade moaned loudly, pushing back against him, her breasts swaying beneath her. "Yes...," she growled, her voice husky.
He pounded into her relentlessly, the angle allowing him to go even deeper, his balls slapping against her clit with each movement.
Tsunade's hands fisted the sheets, her body rocking forward with the force of his thrusts. She reached back, fondling his sack, urging him on.
The intensity built quickly—Natsume's hand snaked around to rub her swollen clit again, and soon she was shattering into another climax, her walls contracting wildly around him. "Oh god, Natsume... coming again!" she cried, her body shuddering as ecstasy ripped through her.
Natsume followed soon after, pulling out at the last second to cum across her ass and back, marking her with thick ropes of semen. He collapsed beside her, both of them breathing raggedly. But Tsunade, ever the dominant one, wasn't satisfied yet. She rolled over, straddling him in a cowgirl position, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest as she guided his still-hard cock back inside her dripping pussy.
"My turn to ride you," she said with a wicked grin, beginning to bounce on him.
Her movements were powerful, grinding her hips in circles, then slamming down hard.
Natsume's hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, making her gasp. She leaned forward, her hair cascading around them like a curtain, as she rode him faster. The friction was exquisite—her clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every descent.
Tsunade came first this time, her third orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave, her juices squirting slightly as she screamed his name, her body convulsing.
Natsume thrust up into her, prolonging her pleasure, until he too erupted inside her once more, filling her to the brim with his seed. Exhausted but not quite sated, they shifted again, this time to a spooning position on their sides.
Natsume entered her from behind, one arm wrapped around her waist, his hand teasing her clit while he thrust lazily but deeply. It was more intimate now, their bodies pressed flush, his lips on her neck.
"One more," he whispered, and Tsunade nodded, moaning softly.
The pace was slower, building gradually to a shared climax.
Tsunade's hand joined his on her clit, and together they brought her to a final, shattering orgasm—her fourth—her pussy clenching so tightly it pulled him over the edge with her. He came deep inside, groaning into her hair, their bodies trembling in unison.
Finally spent, they lay tangled together, sweat-soaked and satisfied.
Tsunade turned in his arms, kissing him tenderly. "You win this round, brat," she murmured, her voice laced with contentment. Natsume smiled, pulling her closer.
"I told you you'd regret those words." As the lantern flickered out, they drifted into sleep.