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"Tch. You're not dead."
Tayuya stood at the doorway, exhaling imperceptibly in relief—though her face twisted into exaggerated disappointment.
"Stop touching my hair, damn it!"
The next second, she bared her fangs like an angry kitten, swatting at Sasame's retreating hand.
"Just teaching you a lesson," Sasame chuckled. "Weakness invites exploitation."
"I'll kill you!" Tayuya seethed, her threats undercut by the futility of her flailing limbs.
Sasame pressed a single finger to her forehead, holding her at arm's length. Her tiny fists swung wildly but found only air.
"Pack your things. We're leaving."
Tayuya blinked.
Leaving… at night?
A smirk crept across her face. "Ohhh~ Running away after getting your ass kicked?"
"Is that really the impression I give you?"
Thwack!
"Ow! You bastard—!"
Thirty minutes later, they boarded a ship provided by the Eternal Sun Trading Company.
"Hungry. Let's eat." Sasame stretched, eyeing Tayuya. "You joining?"
"No!"
The lie escaped before she could reconsider.
Regret struck like a kunai to the gut when Sasame cooked an entire feast—then tied her to a chair and ate it all in front of her.
"Idiot! Jerk! Asshole!" Tayuya's pride outweighed her hunger.
"Still spirited, huh?" Sasame set down his chopsticks. "Haven't seen any assassination attempts lately."
"I'm biding my time!"
"Sure you are."
He undid the water bindings. "Eat up. I'll wait for your 'attempt' tonight."
Tayuya lunged at the food like a starved animal.
Midnight.
Sasame lay in bed, eyes closed.
The door creaked open after what felt like hours.
"Your stealth skills are abysmal."
Light flooded the room. Tayuya froze mid-step, her crimson hair practically bristling with rage.
"Fail."
A single tap severed her chakra flow. With Orochimaru's research notes, Sasame understood the Curse Mark's mechanics better than she ever would.
"Punishment time~"
He scooped her up, plopped her onto a chair, and knelt.
One white sock slid off.
Then—tickle torture commenced.
"Hah—! Bastard—! Stop—ahahaha!"
Tears welled in her eyes as her free foot kicked uselessly.
Five minutes in, Tayuya slumped like a deflated balloon, her soul seemingly evaporated.
"I'll… kill you…" She wobbled out, clutching her socks like a war trophy.
Sasame grinned.
Life's good.
A puff of smoke interrupted his afterglow.
"Sasame-sama." A fist-sized slug peered up. "Lady Tsunade departs for Konoha in two days."
His heart leapt.
Finally.
"Thanks."
The slug—now a full-blown informant—vanished. Likely because Sasame was the only summoner who didn't treat it as a glorified first-aid kit.
A plan crystallized.
Tsunade had no idea he knew.
Time for a surprise.
Dawn.
The ship neared the Land of Waves.
Melodic flute notes guided Sasame to the deck—where Tayuya practiced with furious focus.
Last night's 'motivation' worked wonders.
Her techniques revolved around sound—illusions and summons channeled through music. A niche field, one Orochimaru had half-heartedly developed for funding.
Even with the Curse Mark, her ceiling was average jonin level.
Unacceptable.
True growth required refining her summoning arts. The shinobi world housed more than just the Three Great Sage Regions.
Afternoon.
The docks of the Land of Waves welcomed them.
Sasame led Tayuya toward the Daimyō's palace—now the Eternal Sun headquarters, with Uzumaki Ena and Karin relocated there.
Power transition awaited, but Ena was still learning the ropes.
The estate loomed within minutes.
Karin trained in the courtyard. Ena pored over ledgers in the study.
The choice was obvious.
"Wait here."
Sasame slipped inside.
Uzumaki Ena's crimson hair cascaded over financial reports. Seven years since Sasame saved her, she'd finally been entrusted with real responsibility—and she excelled.
A warm breath grazed her neck.
"What're you reading?"
Her lips parted slightly as Sasame's arms encircled her waist.
"Company records."
A thumb traced her jawline, glistening with moisture when it withdrew.
"Two hours straight. Good girl."
He knelt, vanishing beneath the desk.
Ena's breath hitched.
Today's outfit—a form-fitting crimson qipao—accentuated every curve. The sheer stockings did the rest.
"You've worked hard." Sasame's voice muffled slightly. "Let me… reward you."
Her legs stretched out instinctively, a soft gasp escaping as skilled fingers found their mark.
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