A’s mind was already running the numbers.
Tsunade Senju, the immensely powerful Fifth Hokage of Konoha.
Mei Terumi, the Fifth Mizukage of Kirigakure, a face that could topple nations.
Kurenai Yuhi, elegant and devastating, red eyes that landed like critical hits.
Hinata and Hanabi Hyuga, the sister duo, big scores all around.
Anko Mitarashi.
Ino Yamanaka.
Konan.
Kurotsuchi.
The list went on and on.
In this world of Naruto, beautiful kunoichi were the one thing you’d never run short of.
Even Sunagakure, buried out in the middle of the desert, had managed to produce a Temari.
“Hahahaha, Shinobi World, PREPARE TO BE BAPTIZED BY A MADMAN!” A threw his head back and laughed, already picturing the glorious days ahead.
Creak,
The door to the Raikage’s office swung open.
A woman walked in, white-haired and dark-skinned, holding a notebook, her expression composed and dignified.
Her refined blue eyes landed on A, who had spun around with excitement written all over his face.
She looked confused.
“Lord Raikage…”
[That’s…
MABUI!] A’s face went red.
His breath came heavy.
Mabui’s beauty and figure were, in his eyes, simply beyond anything the word “top-tier” could cover, the anime had never done her justice.
Not even close.
He hadn’t expected this.
He’d barely just crossed over, and already he’d run into a woman this exceptional.
He was absolutely losing his mind.
Mabui looked at his expression and thought he seemed strange today.
She opened her mouth to ask,
And he lunged.
Before she could react, A had her wrapped in a bear hug.
Her blue eyes flew wide.
Shock and panic hit her face all at once.
Her notebook slapped to the floor.
“Lord Raikage, what are you, ” Her voice was shaking.
She pushed against him with everything she had.
It didn’t matter.
A held her tight, feeling the warmth of her.
“Mabui,” he murmured into her ear, “do you know?
From this moment on, everything is different.” His voice couldn’t hide the excitement underneath.
The fervor.
Mabui kept struggling.
She didn’t understand why the man she knew, steady, imposing, always in control, had suddenly gone completely insane and,
“Lord Raikage, please calm down!
This is the office!
There is still work that needs to be done!” She was practically shouting now, hoping to drag some fragment of his reason back to the surface.
Would he stop?
Ha.
What a joke.
With this body, this status, he’d never gotten so much as a taste, and now the table was finally set.
Stop?
If he stopped now, he’d be worse than an animal.
This wasn’t Aqua Blue Star.
This was the Shinobi World, where strength was the only law that mattered.
And even more specifically, this was his Kumogakure.
He was A.
The Fourth Raikage.
A big dog from day one.
Even in the original story’s later arcs, after losing his arm, he could still step up and throw down in real fights.
And besides, Mabui was his secretary.
When there’s work, the secretary handles it.
When there’s no work…
wasn’t that kind of the whole point?
…
Out in the corridor, the shinobi who’d come to report heard the sounds coming from inside the office and stopped dead.
The men exchanged glances, eyes wide, expressions caught somewhere between shocked and unable to process what they were hearing.
They swallowed, hard, and the sound of it was almost comically loud in the silent hallway.
The women flushed red.
A few edged closer, straining to hear.
Others went beet-red and practically sprinted away.
“Wait, is that…
Lord Raikage and Secretary Mabui?” one young male shinobi whispered, baffled.
“Shh!
Don’t say another word.
Let’s go.
This is way above our pay grade.” An older shinobi grabbed him by the arm and hauled him out of there.
Time passed.
The sky darkened.
The door opened.
A walked out of the office in long, unhurried strides.
He swept his gaze across the shinobi still lingering in the corridor.
One by one, they dropped their eyes, unwilling to meet his.
“Not a word about today leaves this hallway.
Is that understood?” His voice was low and absolute, carrying the kind of authority that didn’t invite pushback.
He was settling into this identity now, and it fit like a glove.
Mm.
Giving orders.
Not bad at all.
The shinobi nodded, one after another, a quiet confusion in all of them.
The Lord Raikage they knew had been stern, rigid, utterly disinterested in women.
So why had he suddenly…
A returned to his private quarters and lay back on the bed.
His mind kept replaying everything that had happened with Mabui.
He felt no guilt.
Not a shred.
Just excitement, and the bright hum of anticipation.
Different status, different way of thinking.
Back when he was a fragile college student, he’d played by the rules.
But now?
He was one of the top-tier powerhouses in the entire Shinobi World.
He could do whatever the hell he wanted.
“Heh.
This is only the beginning.
Every beauty in the Shinobi World — every last one of them — I’m going to…”
He was lying there, grand ambitions burning in his chest, when a voice cut through his thoughts.
“Not bad, human.
Your efficiency is actually something else.
You’ve already logged an entry this quickly?
Let me take a look.”
“HOLY SHIT!
[Blue Entry, Raikage’s Secretary]?”
“No — wait, where the hell have you dragged me?!
Is this still even domestic territory?!”
The Entry Mirror was screaming inside the mirror space, completely losing it.
A startled.
He stepped into the mirror space and found the cartoon watch on the floor, convulsing.
He stroked his chin.
“Oh, so it’s the Mirror.
You actually followed me through the crossing?”
The Entry Mirror floated up.
Its face, the watch dial, had gone completely gray.
It wailed.
“You absolute bastard.
Back on Aqua Blue Star, I still had a shot.
I could’ve gone back and found Xiao Mei.
But noooo, I had to follow you straight into a damn anime.
How am I supposed to get back now?!”
A thought about it for a moment.
He genuinely could not come up with anything useful to say.
Finally: “Well.
Since things are what they are…
how about we eat first.”
“GET LOST!”
Kicked out of the mirror space, A shook his head.
There it goes.
Getting worked up again.
He raised one arm and looked at it, the solid, densely muscled body of A, the Fourth Raikage.
The corner of his mouth curved into a Nike-swoosh grin.
“Now then.
Let’s find out just how much firepower this body is actually packing.”
➤ Next: A Talk with Killer B, and Unusual Movements in Konoha?