Chapter 413: 413 – Tsunade’s special reward!!!

Kitazawa lowered his head, capturing a dusky nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. Tsunade cried out, her back bowing off the bed, her fingers tangling in the sheets.

His free hand roamed the expanse of her stomach, tracing the lines of muscle and soft flesh, before dipping lower, parting the slick folds of her sex. She was wet, hot, and ready for him. He slid a finger inside her, then another, feeling her inner walls clench around him. He watched her face as he moved his fingers, her expression a mixture of ecstasy and frustration. “Kitazawa,” she moaned, her voice a ragged plea. “Don’t… don’t tease.”

He answered her plea by positioning himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. The sensation was overwhelming, a tight, wet heat that enveloped him completely. He felt her Yin Seal flare, a wave of her chakra washing over him, amplifying every sensation, making him feel impossibly hard and full inside her. Her gasp was a sharp, beautiful sound, her eyes widening as she adjusted to his size. He gave her a moment, then began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that built the tension between them, each stroke a silent conversation, a promise of the wild release to come.

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The wind beyond the window had fallen silent.

Tsunade straightened slowly, tilting her head back toward the ceiling. A deep crimson flush colored her face; her eyes were unfocused, pupils faintly rolled back as though she were only half aware of the world around her.

Kitazawa let out a measured breath.

His hands rested on the soft curve of her hips, fingers tightening unconsciously. Moments later, she folded forward, her arms slipping around his neck. He felt the warm, yielding weight of her settle against him.

When their eyes met again, her gaze had cleared—lucid now, though still shimmering with a lingering, irresistible charm.

“Tsunade.”

He leaned in and brushed a kiss across her forehead.

“Mmm.”

A quiet murmur escaped her lips. She remained draped over him, boneless, as if every ounce of strength had deserted her.

Seeing that, Kitazawa simply held her.

Her figure was lush and mature, more comforting than any pillow in existence. With her in his arms, he felt a rare and fragile peace—one he had never known before.

“What time is it?” she asked after a while, her voice languid.

“Four in the afternoon,” he replied.

“Then it’s about time. Carry me to the bath.” She tipped her chin up at him, imperious even in her exhaustion. “After that, we’ll head home.”

“You should stand first.”

He gave her a light, teasing pat. She shot him a look but rose anyway, sitting upright.

Kitazawa stepped off the bed and moved to stand before her. Before he could speak, she extended her arms expectantly.

His eyelid twitched.

No matter how many times he saw her, the sight of her still stole his breath.

A faint smile curved her lips as she watched him struggle to compose himself.

He exhaled, bent down, and lifted her into his arms.

Tsunade clung to him without hesitation, legs wrapping around his waist as naturally as breathing. Together, they made their way into the bathroom.

Hot water poured down, steam rising in thick curls.

Kitazawa sat opposite her, doing his best to quell the stirrings in his chest as he carefully washed her. By the time he finished, he was wiping sweat from his brow.

“Why does bathing you feel harder than fighting a battle?” he muttered.

Tsunade noticed immediately and grinned. “And whose fault is that?”

“Yours,” he said flatly, rolling his eyes.

“Oh? What did I do?”

She straightened deliberately—then leaned forward.

Kitazawa’s composure shattered in an instant. The movement was far too intentional.

She had always been bold; only circumstance had kept her restrained before. Now that there were no barriers between them, that restraint had vanished completely.

“For being too beautiful,” he said at last.

Her eyes lit with open delight. “I like hearing that.”

Before he could react, she pulled his head against her. His breath hitched, warmth and softness overwhelming his senses.

“What time did you say it was?” she asked again, her voice growing husky.

“Four,” he managed to mumble.

The next second, clarity returned to her—and she pushed him back.

He blinked at her in confusion.

Her eyes were misted with mischief. She stepped forward again, looping her arms around him and settling onto his lap.

Kitazawa’s pupils trembled. Instinctively, his hands tightened at her waist.

“We… we can leave at six,” she murmured.

“Not worried about Shizune anymore?” he asked, steadying himself as best he could.

“Then I’ll go now,” she said coolly, making a show of standing.

“Wait!” He pulled her back at once. “Lady Tsunade can stay as long as she likes. Even nine is fine.”

“Th-that won’t do.” She huffed lightly. “It’s your birthday. We have to go home for dinner.”

“Mm.” His hands rested against her warm skin. “Whatever you say.”

A playful glint returned to her eyes. “I just had an idea. The house Shizune and I are staying in was only arranged by the Old Man as a temporary place.”

“You want to move into ours?” Kitazawa blinked.

“How could we?” she scoffed. “Your place wouldn’t hold that many people.”

He nodded reluctantly. It was true. Kurenai’s modest two-story house only had four rooms. With Tsunade, Shizune, Uzumaki Rina, and Karin, it would already be overflowing.

“And there’s no real need,” he added.

“I didn’t mean that.” Tsunade rolled her eyes at him. “I meant all of you should move into the Senju compound.”

Kitazawa raised a brow.

The idea wasn’t impossible.

The only complication… was Kurenai.

The house Tsunade and Shizune were staying in had been arranged for them by Hiruzen. It had never truly been theirs.

Walking away from it would leave no regrets.

But Kurenai’s home was different. That house belonged to her—every wall steeped in memory.

“What’s wrong?” Tsunade asked lightly, catching the hesitation in his eyes. She ran her tongue across her rosy lips, a teasing glint flashing there. “Afraid your Kurenai will refuse?”

Kitazawa nodded before he could stop himself.

Tsunade chuckled. “Leave it to me. I’m the Hokage—I’ll handle it.”

“Alright.” He patted her thigh with a faint smile. “I’ll wait for your good news.”

“Happy to sit back and enjoy the results, aren’t you?” she scoffed.

His lips twitched. She could switch expressions faster than flipping a page.

Still… she wasn’t wrong. At this very moment, he was quite literally sitting back and enjoying the ride.

“Thanks,” he murmured, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Tsunade blinked in surprise, then softened. Her fingers slid into his hair, stroking gently, her expression utterly content.

The sun dipped below the horizon.

Winter days in December surrendered quickly to darkness, and soon night blanketed Konoha. Lanterns flickered to life along the streets, casting warm halos across the village.

“Tonight feels livelier than usual,” Tsunade remarked, glancing around with a faint smile.

“New Year’s is close,” Kitazawa replied, though his gaze lingered on her radiant smile instead of the bustling streets.

“Let’s celebrate at the Senju compound this year,” she said suddenly, a trace of wistfulness crossing her face.

He nodded. “Mm.”

“Good. You’re unusually obedient today.”

“That’s slander,” he protested. “Wasn’t I obedient before?”

“Not particularly.” She tilted her head.

“Then from now on, I’ll be this obedient all the time,” he declared solemnly. “Guaranteed to satisfy you.”

Tsunade nodded reflexively—then froze as his meaning sank in. She shot him a glare, cheeks tinged red.

With both of them bearing the Yin Seal and Yang release mode, their raw strength should have been evenly matched.

Reality, however, told a different story.

When it came to him… she simply couldn’t keep up.

Suddenly, three translucent lines appeared before Kitazawa’s eyes:

[Current Quest: Receive Tsunade’s special reward.]

[Reward: Sage Mode Talent.]

[Quest Completed. Reward Issued.]

He nearly stumbled mid-step.

She’d already given the reward?

Realization dawned quickly. He rubbed his brow in disbelief. Had he known it would trigger so soon, he might have… expedited things.

Still, this birthday had turned into a double victory.

He had won Tsunade’s heart—and gained the talent for Sage Mode.

Once he mastered Sage Mode, he would stand at the peak of the shinobi world. Even if Kaguya Otsutsuki were to break free, he could face her head-on.

Though in truth, that future would never arrive.

He would never allow Nagato and Obito to gather all nine Tailed Beasts.

Not while he was here.

They soon arrived home.

“Lady Tsunade,” Shizune said with thinly veiled reproach, “why were you gambling so late again?”

She didn’t even glance at Kitazawa. She knew better. Once Tsunade got caught up in a game, no one could rein her in.

“It’s Kitazawa’s birthday,” Tsunade replied smoothly. “I played a few extra rounds in celebration.”

Not a flicker of guilt crossed her face.

“Shizune…” Kitazawa shot her a subtle look.

“Perfect timing,” Kurenai called from the kitchen, carrying out a freshly prepared dish. “Come eat!”

Kurenai was followed closely by Rina, both setting plates onto the table as everyone gathered around.

“No sake?” Tsunade asked, glancing about.

“You already drank at noon,” Shizune replied firmly. “None tonight.”

“…Fine.”

For once, perhaps out of guilt, Tsunade didn’t argue.

After dinner, Kitazawa volunteered to wash the dishes.

“Kurenai,” Tsunade said, rising from her seat. “A word?”

“Of course, Lady Tsunade.”

Kurenai followed her upstairs.

“Kurenai,” Tsunade began bluntly, “have you ever considered moving?”

“Moving?” Kurenai blinked. “To where?”

“The Senju clan compound,” Tsunade replied. “There are plenty of vacant houses.”

Kurenai fell silent.

Her first thought was that Tsunade herself wanted to return home. After all, her true residence lay within the Senju compound. Perhaps living here had only been temporary convenience.

And perhaps… Tsunade had grown used to sharing a roof with them.

The idea stirred conflict in Kurenai’s heart.

From a relationship standpoint, moving would make sense. It would bring them closer together.

But this house… it was the one her parents had left her.

“Even if you move, you can still come back anytime,” Tsunade said calmly. “There’s no real difference.”

Kurenai parted her lips, then fell silent.

There was a difference. Living somewhere permanently was not the same as visiting.

“You should think about Kitazawa,” Tsunade continued evenly. “After you marry, do you really expect him to live in your house?”

“Eh?”

Marriage.

The word struck Kurenai like a thrown kunai. Her cheeks flushed instantly.

But Tsunade wasn’t wrong.

After marriage, tradition dictated that she move into her husband’s home—not the other way around. And Kitazawa was technically an orphan. In the strictest sense, Tsunade was his only elder.

A teacher’s role was akin to that of a parent.

If Tsunade didn’t approve… the marriage itself would be impossible.

Kurenai lowered her head, heart pounding.

“…Alright,” she said softly. “Then we’ll move.”

Tsunade nodded, satisfied. “I’ll go tell Kitazawa.”

And with that, the Hokage turned and left the room.

Downstairs, Tsunade released a slow breath.

She had mentioned marriage deliberately. Deep down, she knew she would likely never marry Kitazawa herself—and that knowledge left her carrying a quiet guilt toward Kurenai.

Composing herself, she stepped into the kitchen.

“Tsunade-sensei?” Kitazawa glanced over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up, hands still wet with soap. “Give me a few more minutes—I’m almost done.”

“I’ve already spoken to Kurenai,” Tsunade said from the doorway. “She agreed to move.”

“That fast?”

The surprise on his face was unmistakably genuine.

Less than a minute—and Kurenai had agreed. Even he wasn’t confident he could have persuaded her so quickly.

Tsunade’s lips curved faintly. “You still have a lot to learn.”

“Clearly.” He nodded with exaggerated solemnity. “I’ll continue studying under you, Sensei.”

“Smooth talker.” Her smile widened. “Finish up.”

She didn’t step into the kitchen. After everything that had happened today, she had no intention of lingering in close quarters and testing her self-control.

When Kitazawa finished washing up and returned to the living room, he paused.

Tsunade and Shizune were already gone.

“They left that quickly?”

He didn’t need to guess whose idea it was.

It seemed today’s efforts hadn’t been wasted after all.

“Kitazawa.”

Kurenai looked at him quietly. “Did Lady Tsunade tell you about the move?”

“She did. I don’t object—it’s your decision that matters most.” He studied her expression. “I’m more curious why you agreed.”

“If Lady Tsunade and the others leave, the house will feel too quiet,” she replied, averting her gaze.

Kitazawa raised a brow.

He stepped closer and leaned in slightly, as if testing the air.

“Smells like a lie,” he said with a half-teasing smile.

“I’m telling the truth,” she insisted, though her voice lacked conviction.

“Really?” His grin deepened. “You know I understand you better than that.”

“Then for once, you’re wrong,” she shot back, stubbornness flashing in her eyes.

“Is that so?” In one smooth motion, he bent down and lifted her into his arms. “Then I suppose I’ll have to reacquaint myself with you tonight.”

“Bath first,” she managed, cheeks already flushed, eyes shimmering as her heartbeat quickened.

It was another sleepless night.

The next morning, Kurenai was still fast asleep.

Kitazawa left a small note by her bedside, reminding her to begin packing once she woke. As for the Ninja Academy, he would substitute for her classes today.

After closing the door softly behind him, he glanced next door.

Locked.

Tsunade and Shizune had likely already left for the Hokage Building. Tsunade used to sleep in whenever she pleased, but since becoming Hokage, idleness was no longer an option. Even if she tried, Shizune would personally drag her to work.

Forming a seal, Kitazawa vanished with the Flying Thunder God Technique and reappeared at a quiet corner of the Academy training grounds.

Once steady, he stepped out onto the field.

“Kitazawa-sensei!”

Naruto waved energetically.

Kitazawa nodded, then noticed Konohamaru Sarutobi standing beside him.

“Kitazawa-sensei,” Naruto explained eagerly, “Konohamaru wants to train with us, so I brought him along!”

“Training is fine,” Kitazawa replied calmly. “Just don’t disturb the other students.”

He had no reason to refuse. After all, Konohamaru was the grandson of Hiruzen Sarutobi—certain courtesies were expected. Besides, with his talent, entering the Genius Class next year was practically guaranteed.

“Thank you, Kitazawa-sensei!” Konohamaru beamed.

“See?” Naruto grinned proudly. “I told you yesterday—Kitazawa-sensei’s easygoing!”

Kitazawa shook his head with a faint smile. What was with the sudden flattery?

“For now, follow Iruka and continue practicing the three basic jutsu,” he instructed.

Ordinarily, beginners focused first on chakra control. But Konohamaru wasn’t an ordinary beginner. Before enrolling, he had already been privately tutored by a Special Jonin—Ebisu. He’d even attempted the Genius Class practical exam once and crossed hands with Sakura Haruno.

“Naruto. Sasuke. With me,” Kitazawa added.

Sasuke immediately stiffened.

He knew what that meant.

Another brutal spar.

With Kyuubi’s chakra bolstering him, Naruto overwhelmed him almost every time. Sasuke managed the occasional counterattack, but more often than not, he endured the beating.

The Forest of Death soon echoed once again with Sasuke’s “special training.”

Leaving a Shadow Clone behind to supervise, Kitazawa stepped aside and formed hand seals.

“Summoning Technique!”

A fist-sized slug appeared in a puff of smoke.

“Lady Katsuyu,” he said directly, “please send me to Shikkotsu Forest. I intend to begin training in Sage Mode today.”

The small slug blinked in surprise.

It had been a long time since Kitazawa last sought the forest. She had assumed he’d abandoned the pursuit of Sage Mode.

“Very well, Lord Kitazawa.”

The slug vanished.

Moments later, he felt the familiar spatial pull. Relaxing his body, he allowed the sensation to carry him away.

When his vision cleared, he stood once more within Shikkotsu Forest.

Towering above him was the immense true form of Katsuyu.

“My apologies for the trouble,” he said respectfully.

“It is no trouble at all,” Katsuyu replied gently.

She opened her mouth and released a pail of translucent fluid.

Removing his shirt, Kitazawa coated his body with it before sitting cross-legged on the ground. Closing his eyes, he focused inward.

Soon, he sensed it.

Unlike chakra, natural energy was wild—untamed and vast.

He exhaled quietly in relief.

Without talent, even a year of effort might not grant entry. With talent, the threshold could be crossed in moments.

Barely a minute passed before the change occurred.

Katsuyu’s massive eyes widened.

She could feel it—the subtle disturbance within Shikkotsu Forest. Natural energy was converging, flowing steadily toward him.

There was no doubt.

Kitazawa had perceived it.

He was drawing natural energy into his body.

Astonishment rippled through her consciousness.

After so long… why today?

Yet regardless of the reason, it was welcome news.

Shikkotsu Forest had not produced a Sage Mode contractor in many years.

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