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Sasami lay curled between them, her body limp and glowing with aftershocks, wings draped loosely over the sheets like a soft blanket.
Her breaths came in slow, even puffs, eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion claimed her.
Aemma's gaze lingered on the submissive's flushed form for a moment, a satisfied smile curving her lips, before she turned to Leo.
The air between them crackled with unfinished hunger, their bodies still humming from the shared frenzy.
Leo met her eyes, his cock already stirring against his thigh, semi-hard and slick from Sasami's attentions.
Without a word, Aemma shifted, pushing him onto his back with firm hands on his chest.
She straddled his hips, her pussy hovering just above his thickening length, dripping with her own arousal.
"She's out,"
Aemma murmured, voice husky, glancing at Sasami's peaceful face.
"Now it's our turn."
She sank down slowly, enveloping his cock inch by inch, her walls clenching around him in a tight, welcoming grip.
Leo groaned, hands flying to her thighs, fingers digging into the muscle as he felt her heat swallow him whole.
Aemma rocked her hips once, grinding her clit against his base, then lifted up, only to slam back down, setting a deliberate pace that had her breasts bouncing with each drop.
"Fuck, Aemma,"
Leo rasped, thrusting up to meet her, his cock plunging deeper into her soaked pussy.
The wet sounds of their joining filled the room—sloppy slaps of skin on skin, her juices coating his balls as they smacked against her ass.
He reached up, capturing one of her nipples between his fingers, pinching and rolling it until she arched her back, a sharp moan escaping her lips.
Aemma leaned forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders, nails scraping lightly as she rode him harder.
Her pussy squeezed rhythmically around his shaft, milking him with every rise and fall.
"Harder,"
She demanded, her breath hot against his ear.
Leo obliged, bucking his hips with force, the head of his cock battering her cervix, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her core.
She captured his mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling, teeth nipping at his lower lip as she tasted the remnants of Sasami on him.
Breaking away,
Aemma straightened, her hands sliding down to spread her pussy lips wider, giving him a clear view of his cock disappearing inside her.
"Watch me take you,"
She said, voice laced with command, fingers circling her clit as she bounced faster.
Leo's hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks, one thumb pressing against her tight asshole, circling the rim before pushing inside just the tip.
The added pressure made Aemma gasp, her rhythm stuttering as she clenched around both intrusions.
"Yes, like that,"
She panted, grinding down to feel him stretch her further.
He worked his thumb deeper, fucking her ass in shallow thrusts synced with his cock in her pussy.
Sasami stirred slightly in her rest, a soft whimper escaping as the bed rocked beneath them, but she didn't wake, her wings twitching faintly in response to the vibrations.
The sight only spurred them on—Aemma's eyes flicking to the submissive now and then, possessive heat building in her chest.
Leo sat up abruptly, wrapping an arm around Aemma's waist, flipping their positions with a surge of strength.
Now on top, he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his cock never leaving her pussy as he drove into her with long, punishing strokes.
"My turn to fuck you senseless,"
He growled, pounding her relentlessly, his balls slapping her ass with each thrust.
Aemma wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper.
"Do it—fill me up,"
She urged, her free hand clawing at his shoulder, leaving red trails.
Her pussy fluttered around him, the coil in her belly tightening as his thumb found her clit, rubbing firm circles that made her buck wildly.
He released her wrists, both hands now gripping her hips to angle her just right, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her vision blur.
Aemma's moans grew louder, unrestrained, her body arching off the bed as pleasure built to a fever pitch.
"Leo—I'm close—don't stop,"
She cried, nails raking down his back.
The words pushed him over.
With a guttural roar, Leo slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he unloaded, hot spurts of cum flooding her pussy, mixing with her wetness.
The sensation triggered Aemma's orgasm, her walls clamping down hard, squeezing every drop from him as she came with a shuddering cry, juices squirting around his shaft, soaking the sheets beneath them.
They rode out the waves together, bodies locked, breaths mingling in ragged harmony.
Leo collapsed onto her, cock still buried deep, twitching with aftershocks.
Aemma's fingers threaded through his hair, a lazy smile on her face as she glanced at Sasami, who slept on undisturbed.
"She'll wake soon enough,"
Aemma whispered, nipping his earlobe.
"And then we'll make her join again."
Leo chuckled, pressing a kiss to her neck, his hand idly stroking her side.
-Chuckle!
"...."
The night was far from over, their desires intertwining like the bodies pressed close.[1]
Kirigakure...
Mizukage Tower...
The mood inside the stone chamber was suffocating.
Cold. Heavy. No one dared to speak louder than a whisper.
Scrolls and reports were scattered across the Mizukage's long war table, each carrying worse news than the last.
The Third Mizukage stood silently at the head of the table, his fingers pressed against the wood so tightly that faint cracks had begun forming beneath them.
Before him knelt several shinobi—messengers, intelligence officers, and sealing specialists.
All of them looked terrified.
One of the sealing masters spoke first.
"We… attempted the retrieval ritual again."
His voice trembled slightly.
"The summoning contracts bound to Kirigakure's Seven Ninja Swords should have returned the blades once their wielders died."
He swallowed.
-Gulp
"But… nothing happened."
The Mizukage's eyes darkened.
"...."
"Explain."
Another shinobi quickly unfolded a scroll.
"The swords have not been destroyed. We can still sense their chakra signatures. But the summoning link is… blocked. Sealed."
The word echoed in the chamber.
"...."
"...."
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Sealing.
Only a handful of places in the world could accomplish something like that.
And one of them was the very place they had just attacked.
Uzushiogakure.
The Mizukage's jaw tightened.
"So the Uzumaki… have sealed the Seven Swords."
The officer nodded this was his conclusion too.
-Nod
"Yes."
"That means Kubikiribōchō, Samehada, Kiba, Hiramekarei, Shibuki, and Nuibari are now in enemy possession."
No one in the room dared breathe.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The Seven Swords were not simply weapons.
They were symbols of Kirigakure's power.
Now those symbols were gone. Then the door opened again.
-Creak!
Another messenger rushed in, kneeling immediately.
"My lord… another report has arrived from Uzushiogakure."
The Mizukage's eyes narrowed.
"Speak."
The messenger hesitated.
Then forced the words out.
"…The Three-Tails and Six-Tails have been claimed by them."
Silence exploded across the room.
"...."
"...."
"...."
One of the officers stepped forward angrily.
"That's impossible!"
The messenger shook his head.
"The message came directly from Uzushiogakure."
He unfolded the scroll.
"They declared that from today onward the tailed beasts Isobu and Saiken belong to their territory."
Several shinobi clenched their fists.
"But the jinchūriki—!"
"They defected."
The room erupted.
"Impossible!"
"They're village weapons!"
"They can't just—"
The messenger spoke again.
"…The hosts accepted willingly."
More silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
"…What?"
The messenger lowered his head.
"The two jinchūriki openly declared loyalty to the ruler of Eldoria."
The Mizukage's hand slammed onto the table.
-BAM!
Who is this ruler and what is Eldoria and is this the mysterious backer's identity were the questions in their mind.
The wood shattered beneath the impact.
The chamber froze again. Because this was worse than defeat.
Much worse.
Kirigakure had just become the first of the Five Great Villages to lose control of its tailed beasts.
The first to have its legendary weapons captured.
The first to have its jinchūriki defect publicly.
A humiliation that would echo across the entire shinobi world.
The rage that had filled the chamber slowly cooled into something colder.
Strategy.
The shattered war table had already been replaced. New maps covered its surface—routes, coastlines, intelligence markers surrounding Uzushiogakure.
The Third Mizukage stood silently while his advisers finished presenting their reports.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Every option had been examined.
Every military response considered. None of them were good.
One of the senior strategists spoke carefully.
"My lord… direct retaliation is impossible right now."
"The unknown individual protecting Uzushiogakure has already demonstrated power capable of eliminating our elite units."
He gestured to a scroll.
"The loss of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen alone has shaken morale."
Another official added his point.
"And more importantly… the Three-Tails and Six-Tails are no longer under our control."
That was the real problem.
Weapons could be reforged. Armies rebuilt.
But tailed beasts were something else entirely.
The Mizukage stared at the ocean map.
The two jinchūriki had defected.
Publicly. Willingly. It was humiliating.
But humiliation was survivable.
Losing tailed beasts permanently was not.
Finally the Mizukage spoke with a sigh.
-Sigh
"…Prepare an envoy."
The chamber grew quiet.
"...."
"...."
"...."
A few officials exchanged looks.
One asked carefully choosing his words not to anger already anger prone Mizukage.
"A diplomatic mission?"
"Yes."
The Mizukage's voice was calm again.
"Kirigakure will propose a temporary peace treaty with Uzushiogakure."
A strategist nodded slowly.
-Nod
"That will buy time."
"Exactly."
He tapped the table where the Uzushiogakure coastline was marked.
"Our priority is the return of the Seven Swords and the two jinchūriki."
Several officers frowned.
-Frown!
"But my lord… they openly betrayed the village."
The Mizukage's eyes hardened.
"...."
"They are still assets. Personal loyalty is irrelevant. The tailed beasts they contain are not."
That was the brutal truth.
No village could afford to lose control of a tailed beast.
They were ultimate weapons—symbols of deterrence against rival nations.
Without them, Kirigakure's strategic position would weaken dramatically.
Another official spoke.
"Do you believe the Uzumaki will negotiate?"
The Mizukage nodded slightly.
-Nod
"They will."
His reasoning was simple.
"Those jinchūriki are not Uzumaki. They were not born in their village. They have no blood ties. In the eyes of Uzushiogakure they are outsiders."
A few officials murmured agreement.
"And the Uzumaki are still recovering from war. They cannot afford prolonged conflict."
He folded his arms.
"So when we offer peace… they will listen."
Another officer added cautiously:
"And the mysterious king?"
The Mizukage's expression darkened slightly as he read the name which was given by the scroll contains message from Uzumaki.
"Yes… him. Leo Morningstar."
The room went quiet again.
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"...."
"We do not know his motives. Or the extent of his power. But even gods must negotiate when politics become inconvenient."
As he thought about how Hashirama begged at the first kage summit for peace.
Even gave away tail beasts all around.
The envoy plan began forming quickly.
A formal delegation. Peace terms. Requests for the return of Kirigakure property.
And a temporary ceasefire agreement.
One final officer asked.
"When should the envoy depart?"
The Mizukage answered without hesitation.
"Immediately."
Because whether they liked it or not—Kirigakure was no longer negotiating with a weakened Uzumaki village.
They were negotiating with a new power that had just entered the shinobi world.
And everyone in that room silently hoped their assumptions about Uzushiogakure's willingness to compromise were correct.
After two days...
The tension of invasion had faded into cautious recovery.
Shinobi repaired barriers along the coast, sealing teams reinforced protective arrays, and civilians slowly returned to their routines.
But in one corner of the village—The atmosphere was far less serious.
A small training courtyard near Leo's temporary mansion had become the scene of a very different battle.
Across from him stood Kushina Uzumaki, hands clenched, face determined.
Her red hair bounced slightly as she leaned forward like a warrior about to challenge fate.
"Again!"
Leo raised an eyebrow.
"You've already lost ninety-nine rounds."
Kushina puffed her cheeks angrily.
"That doesn't count! You're cheating!"
"I'm not cheating."
"You are!"
"No."
"Yes!"
Leo sighed dramatically.
-Sigh!
"Fine. Round one hundred."
Both raised their hands.
"Rock…"
"Paper…"
"Scissors!"
Kushina revealed scissors.
Leo revealed rock.
"...."
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"...."
Silence.
Then—
-Bonk!!!
His finger tapped her forehead with perfect accuracy.
Kushina froze. Her eyes twitched.
"...."
The red mark on her forehead was already surrounded by several earlier ones.
The scoreboard was merciless.
Leo: 100
Kushina: 0
Her hands flew to her forehead as she jumped back.
"AAAAAA!"
"You MEANIE!"
She ran across the courtyard covering the sore spot, tiny tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"My forehead is going to break!"
"You promised!"
Leo crossed his arms calmly.
"You agreed to the rules."
"That was before I lost one hundred times!"
She turned back briefly, glaring at him with fiery indignation.
"You're bullying me!"
"I'm teaching you probability."
"That's NOT the same thing!"
She stomped away dramatically, still rubbing her forehead while muttering under her breath.
"I'm going to get stronger and beat you next time… and then I'll bonk YOU one hundred times!"
Leo watched her retreating figure. Then chuckled quietly.
-Chuckle!
"...."
Kushina Uzumaki truly lived up to her reputation.
The "Red Pepper" of the Uzumaki clan.
Loud. Energetic.
Completely incapable of accepting defeat.
Nearby, several Uzumaki shinobi who had been watching the spectacle tried desperately to hide their laughter.
One of them whispered:
"…She challenged him."
Another shook his head.
"Poor kid."
The training courtyard was still echoing faintly with Kushina's outraged voice somewhere in the distance when Kazuma Uzumaki approached.
Leo was leaning against the wooden railing, still amused by the "hundred defeats" he had just delivered to the fiery redhead.
Kazuma stopped a few steps away.
"My lord."
Leo glanced over.
Kazuma rarely interrupted him unless the matter was important.
"What is it?"
Kazuma handed him a sealed scroll.
"News from the Senju clan."
Leo raised an eyebrow slightly as he opened it.
Kazuma continued speaking while he read.
"Uzumaki Mito herself is coming to Uzushiogakure."
Leo paused mid-scroll.
"…Mito?"
Kazuma nodded hearing his question.
-Nod
"Yes. And she will not be alone."
"Her granddaughter Tsunade Senju, her grandson Nawaki, and several Senju clan members will accompany her."
Leo finished reading the message slowly. That alone would have been noteworthy.
"...."
But Kazuma added something else.
"Additionally… Konohagakure will be sending a small escort force."
Leo looked up rising an eye brow.
"For Mito's protection?"
"Yes."
Kazuma continued calmly.
"The Hokage has ordered several jōnin to accompany them."
Leo leaned slightly against the railing again.
"And who exactly?"
Kazuma listed them from memory.
"Sakumo Hatake."
Leo's brow lifted slightly.
"An Uchiha jōnin. A Hyūga jōnin. And a small supporting squad."
Leo nodded slowly.
-Nod
"...."
Sakumo Hatake alone made the escort respectable. But Kazuma hadn't finished.
"…There is more."
Leo glanced at him again. Kazuma's expression hardened slightly.
"...."
"Shimura Danzō has volunteered to join the expedition."
Leo blinked once caught off guard.
-Blink
"…Volunteered?"
Kazuma nodded his head while telling Leo about what Mito as informed to him.
-Nod
"He insisted. And he will be accompanied by members of his newly established unit."
Leo finished the thought himself.
"…Root."
Kazuma confirmed it little surprised how he knew it.
"Yes."
Leo was silent for a moment.
"...."
The sea wind moved gently through the courtyard.
In the distance Kushina could still be heard complaining loudly to someone about her "abused forehead."
Leo chuckled faintly.
-Chuckle!
"Hiruzen allowed this?"
Kazuma shook his head slightly.
"Not exactly."
Leo tilted his head. As Kazuma explained.
"Lady Mito made several political moves. Using the old Senju–Uzumaki alliance contracts. And invoking Konoha's own policy of non-interference in clan affairs."
Leo smiled faintly hearing the list.
"So the Hokage was cornered."
"Yes."
Kazuma nodded little contented.
-Nod
"In the end, the escort was the only compromise he could force."
Leo folded the scroll slowly.
"That must have given him quite the headache."
Kazuma allowed himself a small smile.
"From what we heard… the Hokage tower was not peaceful that day."
Leo laughed softly.
-Haha!
"So. The Nine-Tails jinchūriki, the Senju princess, and half of Konoha's political headaches are coming here."
Kazuma nodded again.
-Nod
"They should arrive within a in a day."
Leo looked toward the ocean horizon.
For a brief moment his eyes sharpened thoughtfully.
Mito Uzumaki.
The woman who sealed Kurama.
One of the most formidable figures of the previous generation in this world.
And now she was coming personally.
Leo smiled faintly.
"Interesting."
Kazuma asked calmly.
"Shall we prepare a formal reception?"
Leo thought for a moment. Then shrugged lightly.
"No."
Kazuma blinked caught off guard by the response.
"…No?"
Leo smirked with his red eyes gleamming.
"Let's greet them normally."
He glanced toward the direction Kushina had run off earlier.
"And hide the stone-paper-scissors battlefield."
Kazuma couldn't help but laugh quietly.
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