Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou-Chapter 199: Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou [] (R18)

"You experienced such a bizarre event on your trip to Roran this time!"

In the Senju clan's quarters, Tsunade, who was originally preparing to guard the frontlines, showed a look of astonishment after hearing about Shirou and Kushina's fantastical mission experience.

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"I didn't expect that I would take on a disciple and even pass on my ninjutsu."

Looking at the Forbidden Technique, Creation Rebirth: Strength of a Hundred Technique, a jutsu that she currently had only a preliminary concept for due to the war leaving her no time to develop it, Tsunade couldn't help but feel emotional.

"At least this proves the idea for this jutsu is correct."

Tsunade smiled, raised the scroll in her hand, and then put it away.

This was a completed version of her jutsu from another world, perfected more than twenty years into the future. With the growth of this world's Tsunade, the only thing she might lack compared to her counterpart in the alternate world was a bit of experience.

"Kushina, go clean up and change your clothes. You'll go with me to the border soon."

With a relaxed smile, Tsunade waved and gave an order. Although Uzumaki Kushina pouted—clearly understanding Tsunade was trying to send her away—she couldn't resist.

After Kushina left, Tsunade raised an eyebrow and casually sat on the sofa.

"We have two hours before departure. I assume you've gathered more information, or perhaps learned more specifics about that alternate world."

Compared to Kushina's shinobi mindset, Tsunade had her sights set further.

Shirou smiled when he saw this, shrugged, and nodded.

"Nothing escapes you, Sister Tsunade, does it? At first, I thought it was a future world, but later I realized it was a parallel shinobi world. Its earlier development might have been identical to ours..."

"Preliminary speculation suggests that another world recklessly abused the power of the Ryūmyaku, creating a space-time tunnel that linked our two worlds. This, in turn, influenced their respective developments..."

With an easygoing smile, Shirou looked at the valiant Tsunade in her battle outfit. When her brow furrowed, as though she were about to ask something, he suddenly chuckled:

"Sister Tsunade, I wasn't planning on hiding anything from you. In that world, I don't exist. Perhaps I died long ago, or maybe I never existed at all. In the Second and Third Shinobi World Wars..."

"From the memories of that Yamato, the Mokuton ninja, I saw Konoha... In that world, Sister Tsunade, you're the Fifth Hokage."

Although Shirou spoke lightly, Tsunade frowned and asked softly, "No Shirou?"

"Yeah, and the Uchiha clan is gone too. There's only one child left. The Senju clan has also seemingly disappeared, and Sister Tsunade, you're the one holding up the village by yourself."

Hearing Shirou casually recount the information about the alternate world, with a nonchalant smile on his face, Tsunade felt complicated emotions welling up inside her.

"Shirou, I promised Kushina I'd beat the opposition!"

Perhaps noticing Tsunade's unusual mood, Shirou joked with a smile, as if trying to lighten the oppressive atmosphere.

A world that had developed completely differently, with the Uchiha clan wiped out.

Yet Shirou could remain calm about it. This stirred mixed feelings in Tsunade but also brought a faint smile of comfort to her face.

"Shirou, your perspective and vision truly stand at a higher level."

In the living room, Shirou casually talked about the interesting aspects of the alternate world.

"Sister Tsunade, we both know that the alternate world is, at most, only somewhat similar to ours. Why take it to heart? Right now, we should digest this information.

Even though the wars unfolded differently, much of the intel can still be referenced. For instance, the military strength of each major ninja village during the Third Shinobi World War, information on powerful shinobi, and especially the medical ninjutsu of this Haruno Sakura—twenty years later, Sister Tsunade, she's..."

Just as Shirou was casually talking, the sound of armor clasps being undone echoed softly. A pair of fair, red-painted toes stretched into view.

"Sister Tsunade, you..."

Shirou was momentarily stunned, looking down at the delicate feet. However, Tsunade remained calm and summoned a small slug with a wave of her hand.

"Katsuyu, head outside the village... to this location and notify them that the departure time has been delayed by three hours."

"Understood, Lady Tsunade."

As Katsuyu left, Tsunade, still in her battle outfit and now reclining on the sofa with a sly smile, licked her lips and showed a teasing expression.

"Shirou, we still have five hours. That's plenty of time for us to thoroughly exchange information."

Seeing Tsunade's flirtatious demeanor—or perhaps her attempt to offer comfort and release his inner tension—Shirou felt a warmth in his heart and smiled.

"Sister Tsunade, I'm fine..."

Although he said he was fine, he showed no hesitation as he played with her delicate, petite feet. After all, the alluring Tsunade before him was irresistibly tempting.

"Mm-hmm. I'll study these medical ninjutsu in detail later. For now, tell me more specifics about the alternate world—like the ninja world, myself, and Konoha."

"Sure. The village's development in that world wasn't great. By the time you succeeded as the Fifth Hokage twenty years later, Konoha's military strength had already been surpassed by Kumogakure and Iwagakure, and even its economy..."

Tsunade's painted toes curled sensually as Shirou's strong hands massaged her delicate feet, his thumbs working circles into her arches. She let out a soft moan, her ample chest rising and falling with each breath as she reclined on the sofa.

"Mmm...," she purred, her honey-brown eyes heavy with desire.

As Shirou described the alternate timeline, his hands worked their way up her toned calves. Tsunade's battle outfit had already started coming undone, revealing glimpses of her creamy skin.

"That's... quite concerning intelligence," she breathed, spreading her legs slightly as his fingers traced higher. Her short skirt rode up her thighs. "But I think we should focus on more... immediate matters."

In one fluid motion, she grabbed his collar and pulled him on top of her. Their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing as hands roamed freely. Tsunade ground her hips against his growing hardness.

"Big sister gonna eat you up~," she whispered hotly in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. Her legendary strength made quick work of their remaining clothes.

Soon they were skin-to-skin, her massive breasts pressed against his chest as she straddled him.

"Ohhhh yes~," she moaned as she sank onto his thick length. Her inner walls gripped him like a vice.

"Sister Tsunade!" Shirou gasped, completely lost in the feeling of her wet heat surrounding him. Her hips rolled and bounced as she rode him with increasing urgency.

"Yes! Right there!" she cried out as he thrust up to meet her movements. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving red trails. The sofa creaked beneath them as their pace grew frantic.

Tsunade's back arched as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

"I'm gonna... ahhhh~!"

Her climax triggered his release, their bodies shuddering together in ecstasy.

They collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, catching their breath. Tsunade traced lazy patterns on his chest with her finger.

"Now that's what I call a thorough exchange of information," she smirked, giving him a deep kiss. "And we still have hours left to continue..."

Shirou's eyes darkened with lust as he grabbed Tsunade's wrists, pinning them above her head.

"My turn," he growled, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. His free hand roughly kneaded her massive breasts, making her gasp and arch into his touch.

"Ahhhh~! Shirou~!" Tsunade cried out as he latched onto her nipple, sucking and biting while his fingers teased her dripping entrance. Her legs spread wider, inviting him to take her.

He flipped her onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips as he slammed into her from behind.

"So tight!" The sight of the mighty Tsunade on all fours, moaning like a wanton slut as he pounded her, drove him wild.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" she begged, her huge tits swaying with each powerful thrust. He grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, yanking her head back as he jackhammered into her soaking pussy.

Not satisfied with just one position, Shirou pulled out and manhandled her onto her back. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half as he plunged back in. The new angle let him hit even deeper.

"Oh god yes! Right there!" Tsunade screamed, her nails clawing at his back. Her inner walls clenched around him as another orgasm approached.

He pounded her through multiple positions - against the wall, on the desk, bent over the sofa. Each time she came, he kept going, determined to thoroughly claim every inch of her.

Finally, he had her bouncing in his lap, her back against his chest as his hands roughly groped her breasts. "Cum for me one last time," he commanded, rubbing her clit as he thrust up into her.

"SHIROU~!" Tsunade wailed as she shattered, her whole body convulsing in pleasure. He followed shortly after, filling her with his hot release.

They collapsed together, thoroughly spent. Tsunade's legs were shaking, her body covered in love bites and marks from his passionate claiming.

"That was... incredible," she panted, snuggling against his chest. "I think I like this assertive side of you."

Shirou smirked, already planning what other ways he could ravish this beautiful Kunoichi.

After a satisfying clash, Tsunade wiped the sweat from her forehead in exhaustion and sighed. It seemed she had lost once again—physical training was truly overwhelming.

"Shirou..."

Although Tsunade had lost, she didn't look the least bit discouraged. Instead, she elegantly reclined on the sofa, her long legs crossed, gazing at him with doting eyes as Shirou enjoyed the sight of her sweaty body.

"Stop messing around. I've absorbed all the intel you've shared. This time, I'm taking Kushina with me."

As Shirou's strong hands kneaded Tsunade's soft, ample breasts, his brow furrowed. It seemed something had happened while he was executing the Roran mission, something that made Tsunade unwilling to leave Kushina in the village.

"Sister Tsunade, has it come to this?"

Facing Shirou's question, Tsunade nodded gravely.

"There's no denying that from the perspective of the Third Hokage, his contributions to Konoha in the first half of his life are undeniable. That's why, even though the major clans didn't get the benefits they wanted, they didn't directly clash with him.

Everyone understands that some of the Third's policies indeed helped the village grow stronger quickly, but that doesn't excuse or justify his actions!"

At this point, Tsunade couldn't help but sigh in frustration, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"At the peak of his career, he suffered such a devastating blow. Ever since he returned, the Hokage office has felt darker, his personality has grown more suspicious, and his personal guard has doubled..."

Listening to Tsunade's words, Shirou recalled the mission Tsunade had once mentioned: the Demigod, Hanzo of the Salamander.

The two were so similar—both had enjoyed brilliance and glory in the first half of their lives, only to suffer catastrophic defeats in the latter half, with changes in character and will.

One had experienced a crushing defeat during the Second Shinobi War. Since then, the Amegakure had been reduced to a battlefield for the great nations. Any ambition of becoming the sixth great shinobi village was completely dashed, and even by the Third Shinobi War, peace had not returned.

The other had suffered the greatest blow of their life during the Third Shinobi War. They resigned in disgrace, only to be temporarily reinstated, but dragged their feet in selecting a new kage. Whether for power or to prove themselves, they sought to reclaim everything they had lost.

However, in the latter stages of Konoha's development, its strength sharply declined. Aside from population, both its military and economic power had been surpassed. The so-called title of "the strongest of the Five Great Shinobi Villages" had become nothing more than a last-ditch facade.

"After the war, the Third Hokage was no longer suitable for this position."

At this moment, a resolute light shone in Tsunade's eyes. No matter what, once the war ended and the nation was in ruins, it would be the perfect opportunity for a new Hokage to ascend and establish their authority.

"When I returned, I seemed to hear rumors circulating in the village. The ones outside are even worse—there's talk of the Four Great Shinobi Villages forming an alliance to strike against Konoha. This has dealt a serious blow to the morale of our forces."

Seeing Shirou's grave expression, Tsunade merely let out a disdainful snort.

"The most ridiculous part is that when the rumors about White Fang first spread, the village didn't suppress them immediately. Instead, after those old geezers in the village started fanning the flames, the Hokage's office suddenly issued a gag order!"

Upon hearing about the Third Hokage's methods, Shirou almost laughed out loud. He understood this warped world quite well.

When it comes to rumors, the best approach isn't suppression but creating a more compelling rumor or story to divert attention and gradually suppress the original narrative in the background.

No wonder he noticed so many shinobi harboring emotions when he returned—they were secretly discussing things in private.

The alliance of the Four Great Shinobi Villages had already left people in a state of panic. Issuing a gag order on top of that might control the mouths of civilians and low-ranking shinobi but for Jonin and chunin?

Could you stop them from gossiping privately?

"Mmmm, haven't you had enough yet, you greedy boy?" Tsunade purred, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as he suckled hungrily at her enormous breast. Her nipple was stiff and sensitive from his eager attention, sending delicious tingles through her body with each pull of his hot mouth.

Though she tried to sound stern, she couldn't hide the breathless desire in her voice or the way her back arched to press more of her flesh against his exploring tongue. His strong hands kneaded her other breast roughly, making her gasp as he pinched and rolled the peaked nipple between his fingers.

As expected, this kind of thrill from nurturing someone, combined with the Uchiha clan's unique possessiveness in love, made the corners of Tsunade's mouth curl up in a way she couldn't suppress.

"Sister Tsunade, I understand your concerns now. You're worried that keeping Kushina in the village will make her a target for hidden schemes."

Seeing that there was still some time, Tsunade tilted her head back slightly, revealing an expression of enjoyment as she closed her eyes and nodded:

"It's not just the village. Kushina's identity has already been exposed, so hiding it further is unnecessary. On the contrary, from every perspective, having Kushina and me together to deter the strategic plans of the Cloud Shinobi is very important.

Additionally, this allows us to keep the other Nine-Tails Jinchuriki in the village hidden. This is also a trump card, which is why those old geezers agreed to it."

As Tsunade spoke with a dazed look of enjoyment.

"Tsunade-nee..."

At this moment, Uzumaki Kushina, freshly washed and now dressed in battle gear, came downstairs and happened to witness the scene. Though the two had somewhat adjusted their attire, the lingering atmosphere in the air made her glare furiously.

"You two actually..."

However, the clumsy yet spirited Kushina didn't seem angry at all. On the contrary, there was a strange glint of excitement in her eyes.

"Kushina, it seems you're ready. Then let's prepare to head out!"

Facing Kushina, Tsunade's demeanor shifted into that of a commanding matriarch. This made Kushina pout, but her eyes couldn't help but linger enviously on Tsunade's full figure.

Tsunade, unbothered, calmly stood up and draped a coat over herself, waving her hand as she said:

"Give me ten minutes. Then, we'll head to the frontlines together. Staying in the village will only attract unwanted attention from other shinobi villages."

After adjusting his clothing, Shirou nodded calmly:

"In that case, I'll head to the Hokage's office first. After all, I still need to report the intel from Roran."

As Tsunade headed upstairs, Kushina playfully shouted and leaped into Shirou's arms, her eyes glinting with reluctance.

"Shirou, I believe you're the strongest, but don't overdo it. Sister Tsunade said that unless you have the power of the God of Shinobi, the First Hokage, even the strongest can be in danger when facing the sheer numbers of a shinobi army..."

"Don't worry. Remember what I told you—don't worry about the Nine-Tails for now. Focus on studying senjutsu. The first stage of the Cursed Seal Sage Body is complete; you need to learn to master it perfectly."

"Mm-hmm, don't worry! I, Uzumaki Kushina, am the strongest!"

While they exchanged information, Shirou once again applied the Cursed Seal to Tsunade. Though the new energy within him wasn't abundant, it was better than nothing.

After applying the Cursed Seal to Kushina as well, Shirou finally left the Senju compound and headed toward the Hokage's office.

Leaping across the rooftops of Konoha, Shirou gazed at the village with a heavy heart. The once-prosperous and vibrant village was now shrouded in the shadow of war, its atmosphere oppressive.

"Uchiha, Senju, Wood Release, Sage Body... and the physique of this so-called Child of Destiny..."

Looking at the three stone faces on the Hokage Monument, a spark of ambition burned in Shirou's eyes.

If his plan went smoothly, once he gathered the remnants of these Kekkei Genkai powers, he would achieve a transformation—a true evolution of life.

Ordinary humans of the shinobi world and the extraterrestrial Otsutsuki clan, a race with thousand-year lifespans who never aged and even achieved immortality...

That was his ultimate pursuit!

A mere hundred years of life? His ambition could never be confined to such a fleeting existence!