322. The Submission of Sunagakure and Iwagakure

Hanekawa looked at Tsunade's smooth bare back, especially her round buttocks, and couldn't help but hug her tightly from behind.

His hands wrapped around her waist and abdomen, and the two were pressed together, the warm, soft sensation spreading through them.

“You’re such a pervert!”

Tsunade frowned and said with annoyance.

“If Sensei says I am, then I am.”

Hanekawa lowered his head to her neck, smiling as he spoke.

Since he had already taken advantage, he didn’t care about winning the argument.

Tsunade felt like she had punched cotton—completely ineffective.

Annoyed, she lifted her leg and kicked him.

But the next second, she gasped.

She quickly withdrew her leg, her buttocks tensing as a sharp pain shot through.

“What’s wrong? Did you twist your ankle, Sensei?”

Hanekawa placed his hand on her thigh and said, “Let me give it a massage.”

“…”

Tsunade was speechless.

Was it really a twisted ankle?

But Hanekawa’s massage technique was indeed quite good.

She could feel tingles spreading from her thigh, making her whole body tremble slightly.

“When does the war with Iwagakure and Sunagakure start?” Tsunade asked to change the subject.

“Tomorrow.”

Hanekawa answered casually.

“Tomorrow?” Tsunade was shocked. “That soon?”

“It’s not that soon.”

Hanekawa’s hand slid toward her inner thigh as he said, “The Anbu have been monitoring them closely.”

Tsunade parted her red lips, but no sound came out.

After a few seconds, she finally adjusted.

“I… I’ll go with you.”

She glanced back at him and said.

With that movement, her mature and alluring charm was fully displayed.

“They’re not even worth your effort.”

Hanekawa gave her butt a squeeze and said.

“Then be careful.”

Tsunade hesitated for a few seconds before replying.

“Mm.”

Hanekawa nodded.

The conversation ended, and they focused on the moment.

The blush on Tsunade’s face deepened.

The pain from before had turned into pleasure.

Her body tensed, then relaxed again.

Tsunade let out a long breath, ignored Hanekawa, closed her eyes, and drifted into sleep.

She was truly exhausted today.

Hanekawa lowered his head, kissed her forehead, then changed clothes and left the room.

Night had fallen.

The moon had risen to the middle of the sky.

Under the moonlight, Hanekawa slowly reappeared.

He had returned to Kurenai Yuhi’s room.

Hanekawa raised an eyebrow slightly.

Kurenai was under the covers, but judging from her breathing, she wasn’t asleep—or she was pretending.

Hanekawa thought for a moment, then walked forward and slipped under the blanket.

He reached out and hugged Kurenai’s soft body.

“Kurenai.”

Hanekawa kissed her pale cheek.

Kurenai still tried to pretend she was asleep, but the sudden pang in her chest made her let out a soft, flustered sound.

She instinctively opened her eyes and saw Hanekawa’s half-smiling expression.

“Bastard!”

Kurenai grabbed his wrist and growled.

“Sorry, it’s my fault.”

Hanekawa said seriously.

Kurenai was caught off guard.

She bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

“Mm-mm.”

Kurenai’s mouth was quickly silenced.

She glared at Hanekawa, but it was useless.

Before long, she forgot everything, lost in bliss.

—

The next day.

When Kurenai woke up, she pinched herself.

Her behavior last night had been too embarrassing.

She had originally wanted to ask Hanekawa about what was going on between him and Tsunade.

But in the end, she was quickly subdued and had no strength to resist.

Kurenai sighed.

She got dressed and went to the living room.

A delicious aroma drifted to her.

Instinctively, she looked toward the dining table.

There she found a small note.

It was left by Hanekawa.

He had already gone to Hidden Sound, but before leaving, he had made her breakfast.

Kurenai sat at the table and stared at the meal in a daze.

Though she still held some resentment in her heart, she had already, unknowingly, compromised.

—

When Hanekawa arrived at the Hokage’s office, he saw Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.

She wasn’t wearing her Anbu mask, seated on the Hokage’s chair. Though her face was expressionless, her snowy white eyes showed emotion.

The reason was simple.

Hanekawa hadn’t come home last night, leaving her with nothing to do all night.





But after spending so much time together, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya had already become quite obedient and didn’t actively go looking for him.

“Kaguya.”

Hanekawa naturally understood what Ōtsutsuki Kaguya was thinking.

After all, he hadn’t informed her in advance last night.

With her personality, she had likely waited all night.

Thinking this, Hanekawa walked up to her.

He cupped her face, leaned in, and kissed her.

Kaguya was slightly stunned, but then pulled him into her embrace.

Just as she was about to take things further, Hanekawa stopped her.

“We still have things to do today.”

Hanekawa sat on her lap and shook his head.

“What things?”

Kaguya asked in a calm, cold tone.

“The joint ninja forces from Iwagakure and Sunagakure have been dispatched.”

Hanekawa casually picked up a document from the desk and asked, “Didn’t you read the report?”

“No.”

Kaguya paused, then replied as if it was obvious, “I’ll go kill them—it won’t take long.”

“If you kill all of them, what am I supposed to do?”

Hanekawa flicked her forehead twice and asked.

After all, it was ten thousand ninjas—killing them all would be a huge waste.

Plus, the ninja world needs ninjas to continue developing.

“Not kill them?”

Kaguya licked her lips and said, “I can use Infinite Tsukuyomi.”

Infinite Tsukuyomi—simply put, was casting a genjutsu on the moon with her eye powers, then using the moon to project the illusion across the entire ninja world.

“You just gave me an idea.”

Hanekawa’s eyes lit up slightly. “No need to turn them into White Zetsu, but using genjutsu to alter their memories could work.”

Since these ten thousand ninjas were attacking Hidden Sound, they were enemies.

And with enemies, there was no need for mercy. Just alter their memories to make them loyal to Konoha.

That would maximize the benefit.

“You wait for me, I’ll go deal with—mmf…”

Kaguya had just started to speak when she let out a soft gasp.

Hanekawa had reached out and firmly pinched her soft white thigh.

“You’re coming with me, but you need to behave, understand?”

Hanekawa was worried she might not hold back.

Kaguya clamped his hand between her legs and tilted her head as she looked at him.

After thinking for a few seconds, she stretched out her hand and opened all ten fingers.

“You’re bargaining with me now?”

Hanekawa asked with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Kaguya nodded calmly.

She stared at Hanekawa, her snowy-white eyes filled with unprecedented determination.

Ever since returning to the ninja world via the Dragon Vein, she hadn’t had a truly satisfying battle.

“Ten days is a bit long.”

Hanekawa locked eyes with her for a few seconds and said, “Five.”

Kaguya frowned.

An uncommon look of hesitation appeared on her face.

In the end, she nodded in agreement.

Five days was acceptable.

She was worried Hanekawa would go back on his word and not give her even that.

“You greedy little cat.”

Hanekawa withdrew his hand and opened the document.

It was intelligence gathered by the Anbu on the joint ninja army of Sunagakure and Iwagakure.

As he expected, both villages had deployed nearly their entire forces.

The clearest evidence of that was the tailed beasts.

Iwagakure had brought along Roshi, the Four-Tails Jinchuriki, and Han, the Five-Tails Jinchuriki.

Sunagakure had brought Gaara, the One-Tail Jinchuriki.

Although Gaara was only two years old now, they had brought him along just in case.

“It’s about time. Let’s go to Hidden Sound.”

Hanekawa closed the file and stood up.

“Okay.”

Kaguya took his hand.

The two of them disappeared from the spot.

—

Hidden Sound.

Tsukihime suddenly sensed something and rushed out of the office.

Hanekawa and Kaguya stepped out of a black portal.

“Dad! Mom!”

Tsukihime ran over with a bright smile.

“What’s the situation?”

Hanekawa patted her on the head and asked.

“The joint ninja army from Sunagakure and Iwagakure arrived in the Land of Iron about half an hour ago,” Tsukihime replied. “They’re currently resting there but have sent out many scouts.”

Hanekawa chuckled softly at her report.

Because of his orders, neither Hidden Sound nor Konoha had made any major moves in response to their arrival.

He guessed that Ōnoki and Rasa were very confused right now.

Despite being at the gates, there was no reaction.

Everything was proceeding as usual—as if the ten thousand-strong ninja army didn’t even exist.


“You stay here. Your mom and I will go take care of this.”

Hanekawa pulled Ōtsutsuki Kaguya along, and the two vanished without a trace.

In the next second, the two appeared on the northwestern border of the Land of Iron.

Hanekawa looked up into the distance.

Ten thousand ninjas from Sunagakure and Iwagakure were gathered together in a dense formation, organized in a specific order.

“Quite the spectacle,” Hanekawa said casually.

Kaguya glanced at him, not understanding what was so “spectacular” about it.

In her eyes, they were simply chakra bearers.

If not for Hanekawa’s orders, she would’ve already harvested all their chakra and offered it to the Divine Tree.

Kaguya activated her Rinne Sharingan.

She raised her hand and moved her fingers slightly.

The cloudless sky suddenly trembled as an enormous moon appeared.

“I told you, use Infinite Tsukuyomi only when I say so,” Hanekawa reminded her.

He said this because he was worried that Kaguya would steal his credit—or more precisely, his new “traits.”

The moon’s sudden change, of course, attracted the attention of the allied forces from Sunagakure and Iwagakure.

Without needing to be summoned, everyone gathered in front of the main tent.

“What’s going on?” Onoki asked, staring up at the sky in confusion.


Pakura stared intently at the moon, an ominous premonition creeping into her heart.

"This celestial phenomenon... it can't be man-made."

Rasa glanced at her dismissively. "Just a coincidence. Nothing more."

Thanks to the Hidden Leaf's support, Pakura had become the Fourth Kazekage—a position Rasa had never accepted.

Now, opportunity had arrived.

The Sound Village's annexation of the Land of Iron and Land of Hot Springs—clearly backed by the Leaf—had pushed them to act.

Pakura had initially opposed allying with the Stone Village against the Leaf.

But Rasa's pressure forced her hand.

The reasons were simple:

The Leaf and Sound had gone too far.

Rasa intended to use this war to seize the Kazekage title for himself.

"Indeed."

Ōnoki nodded in agreement. "Unless the Sage of Six Paths himself were reborn—"

Before he could finish, chaos erupted through the camp.

"Hanekawa is here!"

Rasa turned—and his heart sank.

"Just... two of them?"

Pakura's voice trembled as Hanekawa and Kaguya Ōtsutsuki strode toward them.

"We're being mocked."

Ōnoki's face darkened.

Hanekawa's feats in the Third Shinobi War were legendary—but back then, he'd had the entire Leaf behind him.

Now?

Two people dared challenge ten thousand shinobi?

"I'll kill him myself!"

Rōshi's face twisted with rage, the memory of his humiliating defeat still fresh.

"Wait."

Ōnoki raised a hand.

"Kazekage, scout the perimeter. The Leaf must be hiding nearby."

"No need."

Hanekawa's voice cut through the tension. "Two against two villages—more than enough."

"Arrogant bastard!"

The collective fury of the alliance ignited.

They acknowledged Hanekawa as the world's strongest—but this? Unforgivable.

"Enough talk. I have a village to return to."

Hanekawa clasped his hands—

Sage Mode: Activated.

Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!

BOOM—!

A tsunami of chakra erupted from his body, whipping the air into violent cyclones.

"DEFENSIVE FORMATIONS!"

Ōnoki barked, hands already weaving signs for Dust Release.

Then—

Silence.

Every shinobi froze.

The howling winds reached a crescendo—

—as a colossal statue of the Thousand-Armed Kannon blotted out the sky.

The First Hokage's version had rivaled the Ten-Tails.

Hanekawa's?

Three times larger.

The very sun vanished behind its silhouette.

Ten thousand shinobi stood drowned in shadow.

"W-What... is that?!"

Ōnoki's voice cracked.

Reports of Hanekawa's battle against Madara in Amegakure had reached every village.

They'd dismissed it as exaggeration—a resurgence of the "God of Shinobi."

But this...?

"Impossible..."

Pakura's hands fell limp.

"Genjutsu!"

Rasa roared. "It has to be!"

Magnet Release: Gold Dust Imperial Funeral!

The earth split apart, rivers of gold surging upward like a metallic tsunami—

—only for a single palm from the statue to halt it mid-air.

Rasa's blood ran cold.

His gold dust had crushed the One-Tail.

Yet here, it was nothing.

Reality crashed down.

No illusion could do this.

"TOGETHER!"

Ōnoki's scream snapped them back.

Seals flashed—

Dust Release: Particle Style, Detachment of the Primitive World!

Scorch Release: Superheated Steam Murder!

Magnet Release: Gold Dust Wave!

And a rainbow storm of elemental ninjutsu.

But the true threat came from the Jinchūriki.

Rōshi and Hān fully transformed, twin Tailed Beast Balls screaming toward the statue.

Hanekawa and Kaguya watched from above.

The sky burned with the alliance's collective fury—

—until twenty arms of the Kannon unfurled.

BOOOOOOM—!

Every technique slammed into those titanic palms.

The resulting explosion lit the heavens, shockwaves ripping the very air apart.

When the light faded—

The statue stood unscathed.

Even the Tailed Beast Balls had failed.

"We... shouldn't have come..."

Pakura whispered.

"It's too late for regrets!"

Rasa snarled. "No one has this much chakra! He'll collapse soon!"

"Fight! Or die!"

Ōnoki rallied them, masking his terror.

Then—

The Kannon moved.

Wood Release: Sage Art, Gate of the Great God!

The sky darkened again.

One thousand fists descended.

"EARTH STYLE: TEN THOUSAND MILE EARTH WALL!"

Ōnoki's desperate cry united the alliance.

A continent-spanning barrier erupted—

—and shattered instantly.

CRACK—!

Fists pulverized stone, the very earth splitting into chasms.

What followed wasn't battle.

It was annihilation.

When the dust settled—

Ten thousand shinobi lay broken.

Not dead—Hanekawa had held back—but defeated beyond recovery.

Ōnoki, Pakura, Rasa—all collapsed, staring at the hellscape they'd survived.

"Kaguya."

Hanekawa's eyes gleamed—two new titles already flashing in his vision.

"Infinite Tsukuyomi."

Kaguya nodded, her gaze lifting to the moon.

Invisible ocular power flooded the sky.

The moonlight intensified, drowning every pair of upturned eyes in its glow.

No Divine Tree needed.

Against her genjutsu, resistance was impossible.

Hanekawa smirked.

A third title appeared.

Three rewards from one battle?

Worth the trip.