334. A Night with Mei Terumī

Hanekawa didn’t have to wait long.

After consuming the Divine Tree’s fruit, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya descended and stood before him. He examined her briefly and noticed that her appearance hadn’t changed, but her aura had grown even more terrifying.

However, once she suppressed it, she seemed no different from an ordinary shinobi—a return to simplicity.

Hanekawa understood that the more unremarkable she appeared, the more terrifying she truly was.

Ōtsutsuki Kaguya’s power had clearly increased significantly. As for the specifics, those would have to be explored later.

Hanekawa turned his gaze toward the Divine Tree. Having lost its fruit, it now exuded a sickly weakness, as if gravely ill. For it to bear fruit again, it would require an immense amount of energy.

But now, with much of the Pure Land’s energy already depleted, a second Divine Tree fruit was out of the question. The only hope lay with the three pursuing Ōtsutsuki clansmen.

"The shinobi world still holds enough energy. It won’t take too long for another fruit to grow," Ōtsutsuki Kaguya mused. "At most, three or four hundred years."

Seeing Hanekawa deep in thought, she assumed he was considering the next Divine Tree fruit.

"I know," Hanekawa replied, understanding her meaning.

The energy for this Divine Tree fruit had come from multiple sources: the Pure Land, the Sacred Tree of Takigakure, the meteorite from Hoshigakure, and the natural energy of Mount Myōboku.

Combined, it was a vast amount—especially since half of the Pure Land’s energy remained.

That was why Ōtsutsuki Kaguya estimated three to four centuries for the next fruit.

For the Ōtsutsuki clan, three or four hundred years was nothing. They were accustomed to waiting millennia for a single fruit.

In truth, if Hanekawa were ruthless, he could sacrifice the entire shinobi world to immediately obtain another Divine Tree fruit.

After all, this world had developed over a thousand years without being harvested.

Ōtsutsuki Kaguya’s second fruit had only used Mount Myōboku’s natural energy, leaving the shinobi world untouched—especially with its population of over a hundred thousand shinobi.

But knowing Hanekawa’s temperament, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya didn’t even bring up the idea of sacrificing the world.

"Kaguya," Hanekawa said after a moment of consideration, "release the nine tailed beasts for now. We can absorb them again when we have enough energy for the next fruit."

He wasn’t sure if Ōtsutsuki Urashiki would time-travel, but even if he did, it would be ten years later. There was no need to keep the tailed beasts sealed away for so long—especially since they were creatures created by Tsukihime. Besides, the Divine Tree could still grow normally without them.

"Mm." Ōtsutsuki Kaguya didn’t question him. With a wave of her hand, nine beams of light shot out from the Divine Tree, landing on the ground and transforming into massive beasts.

Regaining their freedom, the tailed beasts stood frozen in confusion—until they saw Ōtsutsuki Kaguya and Hanekawa.

Fear immediately filled their expressions.


They retained their original consciousness, so they knew just how terrifying these two were.

This was especially true for the tailed beasts that had been personally recaptured by Ōtsutsuki Kaguya. Despite their immense power, they had been utterly helpless against her.

"I’ll bring Tsukihime here," Hanekawa said before vanishing.

A second later, he reappeared with Tsukihime.

"Take care of these nine tailed beasts," Hanekawa instructed.

"No problem," Tsukihime replied, patting her chest confidently. "I’ll make sure they behave."

"I have one condition," Hanekawa added. "Don’t let them harm humans."

"Understood," Tsukihime nodded.

The nine tailed beasts were massive and infamous, striking fear into humans. Without proper management, they would undoubtedly cause unnecessary trouble.

"Good." Hanekawa was reassured.

Tsukihime had created the tailed beasts and was far stronger than them. There was no way things could go wrong.

He took Ōtsutsuki Kaguya’s hand and returned to the Hokage’s office.

As soon as he sat down, Hanekawa noticed a letter on his desk. He opened it casually—it was from Mei Terumī.

The letter expressed her gratitude for his arrangements regarding Kirigakure and invited him to dinner at her place that evening.

Hanekawa couldn’t help but smile.

This little maid knows how to show appreciation.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully.

He and Mei Terumī had already reached the final stage of intimacy—kissing and other affectionate gestures were routine. Would tonight be the night they crossed the line?

Hanekawa put the invitation away.

Regardless, he would definitely go. He couldn’t let Mei Terumī’s efforts go to waste.

He flipped through the files on his desk—nothing major. The only recent significant event was the Five Kage Summit, which had just concluded.

Hanekawa set the documents aside and tapped the desk.

The five great villages have merged. What about the five great nations?

Merging the nations would be far more complicated than merging the villages, given the sheer number of people involved.

After some thought, Hanekawa decided to first rebuild the capital of the Land of Fire, making it the central metropolis of the five nations.

Then, he would merge the capitals of the other four nations, creating the heart of the shinobi world.

With that, he could add another title to his name—Ruler of the Shinobi World—becoming its true ruler.

Hanekawa took out a scroll and began writing.

Once finished, he went to the Hokage’s secretary’s office.

Yūhi Kurenai wasn’t there—likely in a meeting—so he left the scroll on her desk. She would see it when she returned and carry out his orders.

Hanekawa stretched lazily.

Suddenly, he found himself with nothing to do.

Thinking of Tsunade, he expanded his senses.

She wasn’t at the gambling den but in her office.

Hanekawa vanished and reappeared beside her.

Tsunade stood by the window, leaning forward slightly with her hands braced against the windowsill.

Hanekawa instinctively licked his lips.

Her voluptuous peach-like rear wasn’t just perfectly rounded—it swayed ever so slightly.

The sight was a visual feast.

"Sensei," Hanekawa approached from behind, pressing against her. "What are you looking at?"

Before Tsunade could answer, she let out a muffled gasp as Hanekawa’s hand slipped under her clothes.

"Cut it out!" she snapped, kicking him lightly.

"Rebelling against your Hokage? That’s a punishable offense!" Hanekawa feigned sternness, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Tsunade clenched her fists.

She tilted her head back and growled, "You bastard!"

"My apologies," Hanekawa murmured against her neck, his right hand moving upward to knead her chest.

Tsunade gasped, her face flushing as a seductive aura radiated from her. Thanks to her Strength of a Hundred Seal, she quickly adjusted her body to accommodate his touch.

"You—"

Before she could finish, her eyes widened in shock.

She instinctively gripped the windowsill to keep from falling—her feet were no longer on the ground.

Anger and surprise warred within her, but Hanekawa gave her no chance to protest. Her words dissolved into soft, breathy moans.

Dazed, Tsunade could only struggle weakly.

Hanekawa held her soft, curvaceous body, exhaling in satisfaction.

Truly, Tsunade was the one who pleased him most.

Two hours later, they had moved from the window to the sofa—but their activities had shifted from vigorous to languid.

Tsunade sat on Hanekawa’s lap, leaning against his chest, utterly exhausted.

Her eyes were closed, and she didn’t even want to lift a finger.

Hanekawa stroked her golden hair, then raised his hand. With a flick of chakra, a stack of documents from her desk floated into his grasp.

As he read, he felt refreshed and energized.

He quickly realized what Tsunade had been looking at earlier.

The network division was laying cables throughout Konoha.

With Hanekawa’s full support, their technology had advanced rapidly. The concept of a local area network was already taking shape.

They planned to test it in Konoha first before expanding.

After finishing the documents, Hanekawa glanced at the sleeping Tsunade and stood to leave.

Back in her room, he tucked her into bed.

"Rest well."

He leaned down and kissed her soft lips.

A few seconds later, he pulled away and vanished.

Since his time with Tsunade had taken up two hours, most of the afternoon was already gone.

Hanekawa returned to the Hokage’s office to draft a development plan for the five great nations.

Once work ended, he headed to Mei Terumī’s residence.

He knocked on the door.

A moment later, Mei Terumī appeared.

Hanekawa’s eyes lit up.

She was dressed in a classic black-and-white maid outfit, complete with cat ears, a tail, and twin pigtails.

"Master," Mei Terumī curtsied, her black-stockinged legs bending gracefully. "Welcome home."

Hanekawa’s expression shifted to surprise.

Was this the same proud, defiant Mizukage, Mei Terumī?

"What’s with that look?" Mei Terumī straightened and rolled her eyes. "This is just to thank you for your help—don’t get the wrong idea!"

Hanekawa blinked.

Ah, there’s the real Mei.

"So your gratitude lasts less than thirty seconds?" He shook his head. "What an unfaithful maid."

"Master, please come in!" Mei Terumī forced a smile through gritted teeth.

"Take off my shoes."

"..."

Mei Terumī clenched her fists but knelt anyway.

Hanekawa looked down at her swaying twin pigtails.

"Any other orders, Master?" she asked, standing up. Her black-stockinged legs tensed, accentuating their length.

"I’m hungry. Serve dinner." Hanekawa walked into the living room, smiling. "Let’s see if your cooking has improved."

"Um…" Mei Terumī hesitated, biting her lip. "I didn’t cook."

"Then why did you invite me for dinner?"

"You’re going to cook," she said, blushing.

She had originally intended to cook herself but feared her skills wouldn’t measure up. So, she decided to let Hanekawa handle it—though she knew it was a bold request.

"Since when does the guest cook?" Hanekawa sat on the sofa, amused. "Especially when I’m your master."

"What do I have to do to get you to cook?"

Hanekawa grinned. "I’ll cook, but not for free. Come here."

Mei Terumī hesitated before stepping forward.

Hanekawa placed a hand on her thigh, feeling the firmness of her muscles through the black stockings.

"W-What are you doing?"

"That’s my line." His gaze traveled down her legs. "What are you willing to pay for this meal?"

"It’s just… just one meal."

Hanekawa raised an eyebrow and smacked her thigh.

Slap!

The sound was crisp, and the stockings shimmered from the impact.

"I’m the Hokage," he said, meeting her indignant glare. "My cooking is priceless."

"Fine! I’ll do it myself!"

"Sure."

Mei Terumī opened her mouth but found herself trapped by her own words.

She glared at Hanekawa before storming into the kitchen.

Hanekawa followed, leaning against the doorway.

True to her word, Mei Terumī tied on an apron and began cooking.

She clearly knew her way around a kitchen—just not very well.

"Let me teach you." Hanekawa stepped behind her, taking her wrist.

"N-No nee—"

Mei Terumī froze as Hanekawa kissed her neck.

"Y-You…"

"You don’t need so many clothes to cook."

His hands slid from her hips to her waist.

Soon, the maid outfit was reduced to just an apron.

Hanekawa admired her smooth, fair skin and the delicate curve of her back—along with that cat tail.

"W-Wait…"

She grabbed his wrist.

"For what?" His hand caressed her flat stomach.

"I… I still need to cook."

"Didn’t you already make dinner?"

"Huh?"

"You’re the most delicious dish here."

His hand slipped under the apron.

Mei Terumī gasped, her body arching as her breathing quickened.

The way the apron barely concealed her curves only heightened Hanekawa’s appetite.

"You… You really are a pervert."

"It’s called appreciating beauty."

"Pervert."

"Still so stubborn? Then I’ll have to punish you properly!"

He lifted her and carried her to the bedroom.

Mei Terumī’s face burned, but she didn’t resist.

Once inside, she immediately burrowed under the covers.

Hanekawa yanked them away.

He pulled her into his arms from behind, nibbling her ear.

Mei Terumī shivered—less from the tickling sensation and more from nervousness and shyness.

Soon, she bit her lip, her face turning slightly pale.

"I... I'm fine," Terumi Mei grabbed the pillow, gently twisting her hips as she spoke.

Her dignity as the former Mizukage didn’t allow her to show weakness at this moment.

But unfortunately, that resolve only lasted for a while.


Because the night was long.

In the end, Hanekawa was willing to call her the strongest Mizukage—her Water Style was truly number one.