The metallic clash of steel rang out across the clearing. Himawari and Sarada had already moved on from target practice, their competitive streaks flaring up as they launched into a fast-paced taijutsu spar.
The sound of their grunts and colliding kicks echoed in the warm morning air.
Sasuke let out another long, suffering sigh. He walked over to where Sai was painting and sat down heavily on a tree stump.
"Your daughter is quieter," Sasuke grunted, rubbing his single temple.
"Trade with me."
Sai did not look up from his canvas, offering his usual fake, pleasant smile. "I am afraid Ino would kill us both, Sasuke. Besides, I think Inori is quite occupied."
I turned my attention back to the target posts. Inori Yamanaka had risen from the grass, stretching her arms above her head like a lazy, satisfied cat.
Her revealing purple crop top rode up, flashing a tantalizing strip of pale stomach. She did not join the spar.
Instead, she sauntered right up to me, her hips swaying with a deliberate, hypnotic rhythm that she had definitely inherited from her mother.
She stopped mere inches away, looking up at me through thick eyelashes. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes dropping to my mouth before trailing back up.
"Hokage-sama," she purred, her voice dropping into a sultry, breathless whisper that was entirely inappropriate for a training field.
She loved using that title to tease me, knowing full well who I became in her timeline. "Won't you please teach me how to do it too?"
A dark thrill spiked in my chest.
"Of course, Inori," I replied, matching her low tone. "Let us work on your form."
I stepped around her, closing the distance until my chest was flush against her back. The moment my hands settled on her bare waist, she let out a soft, shuddering breath and immediately melted against me.
"Your balance is a little off," I murmured, my voice vibrating against her ear.
I did not just adjust her stance. I let my hands take a slow, agonizingly deliberate tour.
My palms slid up from her hips, my fingers tracing the dip of her waist, gliding over the smooth skin of her exposed midriff before trailing up her ribs.
I guided her arms up, my hands brushing the sensitive undersides of her biceps, stopping dangerously close to the heavy swell of her breasts.
Instead of freezing or pulling away, Inori pushed back.
She arched her spine, shoving her soft curves firmly against my chest and stomach, practically vibrating under my touch.
As her body heat seeped into mine, a sudden flood of memories from the original Naruto violently surfaced in my mind.
A flash of Inori accidentally dropping a kunai and bending over with her legs straight, right in front of him.
A memory of her showing up at his apartment in nothing but an oversized shirt, complaining about the summer heat.
A memory of her whispering incredibly suggestive jokes in his ear while pressing him against a wall.
The original Naruto had been an absolute blockhead. He had missed every single massive, flashing neon sign this girl had thrown at him, usually responding by offering to buy her Ichiraku Ramen.
But I was not him. I could read the signals loud and clear.
"You are very tense right here," I whispered, my thumbs pressing deeply into the muscles just below her collarbone, my fingers dangerously close to dipping beneath the neckline of her top.
"Then you should probably keep loosening me up," she breathed, her head tilting back to rest on my shoulder, her blue eyes dark with unfiltered desire.
Over by the trees, Sasuke and Sai were deep in conversation about ANBU supply lines, completely ignoring us.
A few yards away, Himawari and Sarada were too busy trading fierce blows to notice what was happening right behind them.
I let my hands slide back down her waist, my thumbs tracing the waistband of her tight purple pants.
She was absolutely desperate for it. From the moment these time-traveling girls had arrived, Inori had been actively trying to seduce her father's insanely powerful, dense teammate.
A cruel, victorious smirk spread across my face as I helped her throw a completely unnecessary shuriken.
The Hypnosis System was an incredible, world-breaking tool, but as I felt Inori Yamanaka trembling eagerly against my body, I realized something even better.
I would not even need to use the System to break her. She was already begging to be taken.
"Alright, that is enough for today," Sasuke's gruff voice suddenly called out, cutting through the heavy tension. He stood up, dusting off his cloak.
"You are getting sloppy, Sarada. We are done."
"Papa!" Sarada protested, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. Himawari was panting next to her, looking equally exhausted but beaming.
Inori let out a disappointed little sigh, reluctantly stepping out of my grip.
She shot me one last, smoldering look over her shoulder before walking over to join the others.
As the group began to pack up their gear, a deep, resonant hum vibrated at the base of my spine, sending a sudden jolt of liquid heat straight to my brain.
[Ding!]
[Daily Quest Completed: Keep Up Appearances]
[Rewards Granted: +5 Yin Chakra]
[System Unlock: Hypnosis Level 1]
[Hypnosis Level 1 Details: Can fully bend a Genin's mentality to your absolute will. Can partially affect a Chunin for brief moments.]
A sudden, euphoric rush of power surged through my mind. The world seemed to sharpen instantly.
I could feel the microscopic threads of chakra radiating from everyone walking ahead of me. The System was officially online.
I pocketed my hands, my mind racing with the possibilities. It was just past noon, the sun high overhead.
Looking at the way Inori's hips swayed as she gathered her ninja pouches, or the sharp, athletic grace of Sarada stretching her arms, I knew exactly how I wanted to start testing my new toy.
I just needed them on my turf.
"Hey, before you guys head off," I called out, injecting my voice with that perfect blend of casual warmth and dopey charm the original Naruto was known for.
Everyone stopped. Sasuke raised a single, skeptical eyebrow.
"My mom is making a massive feast tonight," I continued, offering a sheepish grin.
"You know how Kushina gets. She cooks enough to feed a small army, especially with Hinata expected back from her mission. If Hima and I are the only ones eating, Kushina might actually use her chakra chains to force-feed us."
Himawari laughed, instantly grabbing onto the idea. "Oh, he is totally right! Grandma's cooking is the best. You guys have to come over and hang out at our place until dinner!"
Sarada pushed her red glasses up the bridge of her nose, her dark eyes darting between me and Himawari. "I do not know," she started, her tone polite but reserved. "I should probably review my trajectory scrolls."
"You have been working hard all morning, Sarada," I interrupted smoothly. I let my voice drop just a fraction, projecting a warm, steady authority.
"Even Uchiha elites need downtime. Consider it an order from your newly appointed Hokage."
Sarada blinked, a faint, involuntary blush dusting her cheeks at the sudden commanding shift in my tone.
Before she could argue, Sasuke clapped a hand on her shoulder.
"Go," Sasuke said bluntly, looking at me with profound gratitude. A free afternoon and dinner for his daughter meant a quiet, peaceful day for him.
"It is good for team dynamics."
"I think it is a fabulous idea," Inori chimed in, practically purring the words. She offered me a brilliant, dangerously sweet smile, her blue eyes sparkling with blatant, unfiltered interest.
"I would love to come over, Hokage-sama. We can go right now."
"Sai?" I asked, looking over at the pale artist.
Sai offered his signature fake smile.
"Ino is currently rearranging her flower shop and told me to stay out of the house. If Inori is occupied, that is one less problem for me. Thank you, Naruto."
"Awesome!" Himawari cheered, grabbing both Sarada and Inori by the hands. "Come on, let us go raid the fridge before Grandma catches us!"
"Have fun, girls," I smiled, letting my eyes linger on Inori's flushed face, then sliding over to Sarada's slightly flustered expression.
"I will see you all tonight. I have to head to the Hokage building first. Just got the hat, so I cannot slack off on paperwork on day one."
"See you later, Dad!" Himawari waved, dragging her two friends down the street toward the Uzumaki compound.
I watched them go, adjusting the high collar of my Hokage cloak as I turned to walk toward the massive administrative building in the center of the village.
The streets were bustling, and every single civilian and shinobi I passed bowed their heads in deep respect. I was the hero of the Fourth Shinobi World War. I was the newly appointed Hokage. The absolute authority in this village belonged to me.
But as I walked, the full weight of the reality sync memories settled into my mind, revealing just how deeply twisted this alternate timeline really was.
It was not just the younger generation that had changed. Several figures who should have been long dead were very much alive, creating a web of complicated relationships ripe for exploitation.
Rin Nohara was alive. She had survived the war and spent her days trying to corner Kakashi into a marriage, while the legendary copy ninja remained completely paralyzed and clueless about his own feelings.
Even old Jiraiya was still kicking, spending his retirement aggressively courting Tsunade with absolutely no success, leaving the perverted old man frustrated and emotionally isolated.
But the most interesting piece of information involved the Akatsuki.
Konan, the deadly paper angel of Amegakure, had survived the war. Instead of dying by Obito's hand, she had been captured and brought back to the Leaf.
Right now, she was locked away in the deepest, most secure underground prison cell of the Hidden Leaf, completely cut off from the world.
A slow, dark smirk stretched across my face as I climbed the steps of the Hokage building.
The original Naruto would have viewed these people as family to protect, but to me, this information was pure gold. This world was a playground, and I held all the keys.
As the Hokage, I had absolute access to the prison cells. I could visit Konan under the guise of a private interrogation and use my new Hypnosis System to slowly, deliciously break down the Akatsuki angel's defenses until she belonged to me.
I could easily manipulate Kakashi's emotional density to step in and comfort Rin, taking her for myself while he remained oblivious.
Every single piece of village drama, every unrequited crush, and every lonely kunoichi was nothing but leverage waiting to be used by me.
I pushed open the doors to the Hokage office, looking at the massive stack of paperwork waiting on the desk.
Faking my way through the afternoon was going to be a breeze, because my mind was already focused on the evening.
Tonight, the testing of my new power would begin with Sarada and Inori, and soon enough, the rest of the village would follow.
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