Sora paced the opulent chamber, his mind buzzing with anticipation. Just moments ago, he'd issued a command to the system: "Use the Force Teleportation Jade when Tsunade is alone, with no surveillance ninjas watching her."
The system's response had been swift and precise:[System: Tsunade will be force-teleported in 2 hours.]
The ease with which the system peered into the future startled him. It can predict her exact location and timing? he thought, a mix of awe and satisfaction washing over him. A stronger system meant greater power for him—and in this ruthless ninja world, power was everything.
With two hours to prepare, Sora turned his thoughts to his next challenge: convincing Tsunade to become his first wife. The age gap posed an immediate hurdle—he was only ten, while she was in her early twenties, a seasoned kunoichi at the peak of her strength. Difficult start, he admitted, but not impossible. If he played his cards right, he could win her over quickly. Forcing her loyalty with the Invincible Field was a last resort—he'd only use it if all else failed. Cruel, maybe, he mused, but naive ideals like love and friendship have no place here. This is a world of betrayal and survival.
Even with the most dangerous threats—Indra, Asura, Hagoromo, and others—erased by the Death Jades, figures like Madara Uchiha and Black Zetsu remained. If they discovered his wives outside the Invincible Field and exploited his attachments, they could lure him into a trap. I won't let love be my weakness, he resolved. I'll care for them, make them stronger, but I'll always have a contingency—control over their will if they betray me. In the ninja world, backup plans were non-negotiable, especially with powerful women by his side.
His strategizing was interrupted as the air before him shimmered and split. A void tore open, and a woman stepped through—Tsunade Senju, one of the Legendary Sannin. Her waist-length blonde hair cascaded around her, shoulder bangs framing her striking face. A diamond-shaped mark—the Yin Seal—glowed faintly on her forehead. She wore a grass-green haori over a low-cut blouse that revealed her ample cleavage, and around her neck hung her grandfather's necklace, its faint aura hinting at the curse Sora remembered from the anime. In her early twenties, she radiated youth and power, her beauty enough to turn any head. One of the most breathtaking kunoichi alive, he thought, momentarily captivated.
Tsunade, however, was far from enchanted. Her hazel eyes darted around the room, muscles tense, senses sharp. One moment, she'd been alone in her home; the next, she was here, ripped across space by an unknown force. Space-time ninjutsu, she deduced, her mind racing. Her second grandfather, Tobirama Senju, had invented the Flying Thunder God technique, but this was different—more advanced. The caster hadn't even approached her, yet she'd been teleported with pinpoint accuracy. If this power targeted the village… The thought chilled her. She scanned for traps, escape routes, or signs of an ambush, her guard fully up.
Sora observed her wariness with a faint smile. She's not just beautiful—she's sharp, he thought, sifting through her surface emotions with the Invincible Field. She was analyzing him, too, likely assuming his childlike appearance—tall for ten, with sharp features and a regal air—was a ruse to lower her defenses. She's already planning how to escape, not attack, he noted. Smart. Cautious. Perfect.
He considered using the Invincible Field to ease her suspicions, but before he could act, a chime sounded in his mind:
[System: Mission Level A - If the host can convince Tsunade to become his wife without using the Invincible Field to control her, you will receive the reward of eternal youth for yourself and your wives. They will share your lifespan.]
Sora's lips quirked into a grin. "Hard mode, huh? But that reward…" Eternal youth was too tempting to ignore. With my bloodline amplifying my lifespan, I'd never be alone watching them age. He straightened, resolve firming. "Challenge accepted."
He focused on Tsunade, subtly testing the Invincible Field—not to dominate her mind, but to guide her body. With a thought, he willed her to sit in the chair beside his bed. Her reaction was immediate—her eyes widened, her body stiffening as an unseen force pulled her forward. She resisted, chakra flaring as she tapped the Yin Seal, but the field's power outmatched even her legendary strength. It wasn't like the Nara clan's shadow techniques; this was absolute, unbreakable control. She sank into the chair, her expression a mix of shock and fury.
If he wanted me dead, I'd already be gone, she realized, heart pounding. He could force me to slit my own throat. Trapped, she glared at him, waiting for his next move.
Sora leaned forward, his tone warm but confident. "Hello, beautiful Tsunade. Let's start with introductions. I'm Sora, prince of the Land of Fire and the only son of the Fire Daimyo."
Her jaw tightened, disbelief flashing across her face. The Daimyo's son? Using ninjutsu? The revelation hit her like a kunai. An unspoken pact governed the relationship between the Daimyo and the ninja villages: the Daimyo funded missions, while the ninja handled combat and chakra. Spies from Konoha and beyond monitored the mansion to ensure no one practiced ninjutsu—violators were eliminated to maintain the balance. If Sora wielded such power, he was either a rogue breaking tradition or a secret weapon of the Daimyo's design. Why kidnap me? she wondered, irritation simmering. What's their play?
Sora caught the suspicion in her eyes and raised a hand, his smile disarming. "I know what you're thinking—'The Daimyo's son shouldn't have this power.' But I'm not here to threaten you or the villages. I have a proposition."
Tsunade's gaze narrowed. "A proposition? From a child?"
He chuckled, unfazed. "Age is irrelevant here. Power is what matters—and I have power that could benefit us both."
He gestured to the chair she occupied. "Relax. I'm not your enemy. Let's talk."
Her body remained tense, but she stayed seated, curiosity warring with caution. "What do you want?"
Sora met her eyes, his expression earnest. "I know about your grandfather's necklace." He nodded toward the pendant. "And the curse it carries—the pain it's caused you."
Her hand instinctively brushed the necklace, her face hardening. "What do you know about it?"
"Enough," he said softly. "I know it's taken people you love. But I can break that curse. I can protect you—and others—from its pain."
Tsunade's breath hitched, anger flaring. "How dare you—"
"I have abilities beyond anything you've seen," he cut in, voice steady. "I can alter reality itself. But I need your help."
She crossed her arms, skepticism returning. "What kind of help?"
He took a deep breath, bracing himself. "I need you to be my wife."
Her jaw dropped. "What?"
"I know it's sudden," he pressed on, "but listen. My power grows when I bond with strong individuals. You're one of the strongest, Tsunade—brilliant, compassionate, unmatched. Together, we could achieve incredible things."
She shot to her feet, face flushing. "This is insane! You're ten years old!"
Sora stood too, unflinching. "In this world, power trumps age. I can offer you strength, safety—things no one else can. Please, just hear me out.
Tsunade shook her head, stepping back. "I don't know what you're plotting, but I'm not playing along."
Desperation crept into his voice. "Wait—let me prove it." Closing his eyes, he tapped the Invincible Field—not to control her, but to demonstrate. The room shimmered, walls dissolving into a starlit meadow, the air warm and fragrant.
Tsunade gasped, turning in awe. "What… is this?"
"My power," Sora said, stepping closer. "I can shape anything within my domain. I can share this with you—protection, possibility, everything."
She stared at him, wary but intrigued. "Why me?"
"Because you're extraordinary," he said, voice softening. "Not just your strength, but who you are. I admire you, Tsunade. We could build something great together."
Her expression wavered, softening briefly before hardening again. "I need time to think."He nodded, relief washing over him. "Take as long as you need. Just consider it. It could change everything—for both of us."
With a sigh, she relented. "Fine. I'll think about it."
Sora smiled, hope flickering. "Thank you. You won't regret it."
As the meadow faded and the room re-formed, the system chimed:[System: Mission Progress - Tsunade is considering your proposal. Continue building trust and affection.]
Sora's grin widened. It was a start—and he'd seize every chance to make it work.