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The Partial Multi-Size Technique wasn't particularly difficult.
After a few days of practice, Sasame had mastered it completely.
What followed was a monotonous, uneventful routine:
Mornings: Sage Mode training.
Afternoons: Restoring chakra with grapes, then honing his ocular abilities.
Evenings: Serving as Tsunade's body pillow.
Late nights: Sneaking out to deliver meals to Hyūga Hinata.
Occasionally, he'd drop by to visit Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke, just to remind them he existed.
Time flew.
To quantify it—one and a half Kun.
Three years. Do you have any idea how I've spent these three years?
Playing photography every damn day.
…Absolutely thrilling.
Sasame peered through his camera lens, framing Uzumaki Ena's pose.
She sat on the sofa, her legs—clad in black thigh-high socks—crossed elegantly, the hem of her pleated sailor skirt riding up just enough to reveal a glimpse of crimson beneath.
Her top was red as well, her hair tied into twin tails with black ribbons. In her right hand, she dangled a pair of round-toe leather boots.
Today, Ena was cosplaying Tohsaka Rin—a character from Type-Moon's works, famously associated with the meme "Those legs could entertain me for a year."
Ena's were no less impressive: plush thighs, slender calves, and curves so perfect they could make a sculptor weep.
After snapping the shots, Sasame stretched.
But the day was still young. No time to waste.
Ena's sock-clad feet pressed lightly against his back, massaging him with gentle pressure. Her face flushed scarlet—this was far outside her comfort zone.
This world, with its nobility and archaic customs, mirrored ancient Japan. Social norms emphasized demure, obedient women. To Ena, this kind of behavior was outright scandalous.
Especially given her naturally timid disposition.
Now I get why men love preaching morality post-climax.
Sasame smirked inwardly. Having an automated waifu is a blessing.
Before long, Ena's legs trembled, beads of sweat forming at her temples.
"You're tired. My turn to return the favor."
Sasame guided her onto the sofa and knelt before her. His right hand encircled her delicate ankle while his left glided upward, fabric whispering against skin.
Ena instinctively straightened her legs.
Chuckling, Sasame peeled off her socks, baring her porcelain feet. Her lips quivered, toes curling nervously as his fingers traced the arch of her foot, coaxing her to relax.
Then he ventured higher.
By the time he paused, Ena had already drifted into sleep.
Was she that exhausted?
Sasame left her undisturbed. A glance at the clock confirmed it was noon—time to cook.
As for how he'd acquired culinary skills?
Thank you, Deep Blue.
Ten Fate Points had transformed him into a master chef. Worth every penny.
The idea struck him one night while delivering food to Hinata. Homemade meals save money—and double the emotional impact.
Sure enough, Hinata had progressed from "I'll pay you back" to "I'll cook for you someday."
He opened the fridge.
Thanks to Hinata's chicken obsession, it was stocked with poultry. After a moment's deliberation, he settled on Sichuan-style "Mouthwatering Chicken"—a dish renowned for its numbing spice, tenderness, and explosive flavor.
As he worked, Ena shuffled into the kitchen.
"You're awake? Wait a bit—this'll be ready soon."
He didn't turn, focused on the simmering pot.
"Mouthwatering Chicken?"
Ena blinked. Over the years, she'd picked up bits of Sasame's foreign language quirks. Even direct translations made sense to her now.
"It smells amazing. I can't wait to try it."
She inhaled deeply, saliva pooling involuntarily.
"You can taste it early."
Sasame leaned in, whispering a suggestion.
Ena's eyes widened, cheeks burning.
Just as he assumed she'd refuse, she sank to her knees, bowing her head in a gesture both submissive and sacred.
Not the Partial Multi-Size Technique—but something even better.
Much later, Sasame shuddered, exhaling roughly.
The chicken in the pot had overcooked, globules of white fat bobbing on the broth's surface.
…What a waste.
Ena swallowed thickly. "I'll wash up. We'll eat soon."
She fled to the bathroom.
Verdict: Mouthwatering Chicken lives up to its name.
Sasame—and his little brother—were thoroughly satisfied.
Next time, maybe "Hand-Torn Chicken."
After lunch, Sasame returned home to find Tsunade sprawled on the sofa, gaze distant.
"Sis?"
"Wha—? When did you get here?!"
She jolted, startled.
"Just now. What's on your mind?"
He settled beside her, idly toying with her fingers.
This. Exactly this.
Tsunade's pulse spiked. It's getting dangerous.
For years, she'd rationalized it—he's just a boy—but now? Now he was undeniably a man.
Time to establish boundaries.
"…I'm leaving tomorrow. A mission in the Land of Fire."
Her voice was firm.
Sasame paused.
After all this time, he could read her like an open book.
Lies.
The realization clicked. She's creating distance.
But some emotions only intensify with separation.
Fine.
This was his chance to visit Kirigakure and farm some Fate Points. If he waited too long, Terumī Mei might expose the mind control behind the Fourth Mizukage, Yagura.
As for Sage Mode?
He'd mastered it ages ago.
The act was purely for Tsunade's benefit—and Katsuyu, the ancient slug sage, played along willingly. Having watched Tsunade grow up, it wished only for her happiness.
"The Twelve Guardian Ninja serving the Fire Daimyō are having… issues."
Misinterpreting his silence as doubt, Tsunade elaborated, "Sarutobi Asuma—the Hokage's son—is one of them. The old man asked me to investigate."
Sasame nodded.
In the original timeline, the Guardian Ninja had fractured over ideology:
Kazuma's faction believed the Daimyō should hold sole authority—not the Hokage.
Sarutobi Asuma, loyal to his father, opposed them.
Their clash ended with Asuma's victory and Kazuma's exile.
With Tsunade joining the fray, the outcome was a foregone conclusion.
[Due to your actions, the fates of Kazuma and the Guardian Ninja have shifted. You gain 89 Fate Points.]
Not bad.
The notification confirmed Tsunade's trip was a direct result of Sasame's influence. The "mission" was just an excuse.
"Alright, sis. Stay safe—come back soon."
He smiled sweetly. "Don't worry about my Sage Mode training. Katsuyu's got me covered."
Guilt flickered across Tsunade's face—briefly. Then she steeled herself.
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