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"Why does this sound so familiar to me?"
Tsunade reached out with her soft, delicate hand and roughly tousled Sasame's hair, pinching his cheeks into various shapes as she grumbled, "What kind of example are you following? Don't tell me you're copying Danzō?"
Back when Hiruzen was Hokage, she often overheard their arguments—always ending with the same two lines:
"You'll regret this!"
"I should've been Hokage!"
It left quite an impression.
"Don't worry, we'll do better than them."
Sasame grinned, his hands resting comfortably under her plush backside as he carried her. "Haven't you heard? 'Two tigers can't share one mountain—unless one's male and the other's female.'"
"Where do you even come up with this nonsense?" Tsunade couldn't help but laugh. "Who taught you this?"
"Natural talent."
Sasame lifted his chin proudly. "That's why I'm a genius. You really hit the jackpot with me."
Tsunade didn't respond. Instead, she pressed her lips together and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling an odd sense of peace.
"Why so quiet?"
Sasame tilted his head slightly, glancing at her delicate profile.
"Just hurry home."
She shifted slightly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away.
"As you command!"
Sasame licked his lips and picked up the pace.
After the battle with Danzō and his forces, evening had already fallen, so there was no need to return to the Hokage Building. They were officially off duty.
As they neared the village gates, Tsunade initially wanted to get down, but Sasame simply scaled the walls, avoiding all crowds.
Their relationship wasn't something they could flaunt just yet—too much gossip would follow.
"Open the door."
Sasame stood at the entrance, arms full.
Tsunade nodded, fishing out her keys and unlocking the door.
She wriggled slightly. "Put me down now."
Now that they were home, Sasame didn't push it. He set her down gently.
"I wonder if Shizune's back yet—"
As Tsunade bent to remove her shoes, Sasame suddenly knelt and took her ankle in hand.
This time, she didn't resist, letting him handle it.
"Lady Tsu—Oh! Sorry, I didn't see anything!"
Shizune, who had rushed out at the sound of the door, immediately spun on her heel and fled.
Tsunade stiffened, her face flushing as she kicked Sasame lightly. "Are you trying to die?!"
Even though Shizune already knew about their relationship, Tsunade still felt embarrassed.
Her position made things… complicated.
Sasame caught her bare foot, giving it a playful squeeze. "Relax, Shizune won't talk."
Once he'd helped her with her shoes, Tsunade flicked his forehead. "This is all your fault! And you're acting like it's nothing!"
Sasame blinked.
Wait, I just became Hokage's aide today, and I'm already taking the blame?
Damn. The Second Shadow of the Pot… is me?!
In the living room, Shizune sat obediently in front of the TV, pretending nothing had happened.
When she noticed them, she spoke up. "Lady Tsunade, your orders have been carried out."
She was referring to Danzō's new status as an S-rank missing-nin.
"Good. Report immediately if there's any trace of him."
Tsunade's tone was all business, her expression the picture of Hokage authority.
Sasame's fingers itched.
Too bad Shizune was here, playing third wheel. Otherwise, nighttime activities could've started already.
After dinner, Shizune handled the dishes while Tsunade and Sasame couldn't just go straight to bed.
The former returned to work—tonight's events were far from over.
The latter headed to the backyard, though not to train.
Truthfully, Sasame had already hit a plateau in strength.
But to keep up appearances for Tsunade, he still went through the motions.
Flying Thunder God Technique.
In a flash, he visited the Analysis Team to erase traces of his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, then headed to the Hyūga compound.
Hyūga Hinata lay obediently in bed, tiny hands clutching the sheets—but she wasn't asleep.
Her blank eyes stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.
A sudden breeze ruffled the curtains.
Hinata immediately sat up, beaming. "Sasame-nii!"
"What do you want to eat tonight?"
Sasame patted her head with a smile.
Hinata wore a thin, opaque black nightgown that suited her delicate features perfectly.
In the original timeline, her outfits were always conservative—long sleeves, high collars—a reflection of both Hyūga tradition and her own personality.
Sasame saw no reason to change that.
Variety was the spice of life. If every girl dressed the same, things would get boring fast.
"Chicken legs!"
Hinata answered without hesitation, her bangs swaying as she tilted her head. "Are you going to buy some now, Sasame-nii?"
"Nope. Your kitchen's got plenty."
After a friendly chat with Hyūga Hiashi, Sasame had secured full kitchen privileges.
"Eh?!"
Hinata's eyes widened comically.
"Don't worry, I got your dad's permission."
Unable to resist, Sasame pinched her cheeks.
Hinata's face turned pink, but she didn't faint—proof of how far she'd come.
Or maybe she was just getting used to it.
"Wait here."
Sasame headed straight for the Hyūga kitchen.
At this hour, it was empty.
But the moment he lit the stove, two Hyūga guards materialized.
Sasame casually flashed Hiashi's written permission.
"...?"
The guards exchanged baffled looks.
Since when does the clan head grant outsiders kitchen access?!
But the seal and handwriting were unmistakably genuine.
With stiff bows, they retreated.
"Sasame?"
Before long, another figure—no, two—appeared.
Hyūga Rinka, carrying a baby Hyūga Hanabi, stared at him in confusion.
"What are you doing here?"
"Cooking."
Sasame didn't miss a beat. "Aunt Rinka, shouldn't you be asleep by now?"
His eyes flicked to Hanabi, though the infant bore little resemblance to her future self.
"...?"
Rinka tilted her head.
Why does it feel like the Hyūga compound is his personal playground?
"Hanabi was fussy earlier, so I didn't have time for dinner. I was just going to grab something quick."
Rinka wasn't the pampered noblewoman type—more the devoted wife and mother.
Meals in the Hyūga household were usually her domain.
Sasame noted that Hyūga women seemed universally gentle and kind.
Maybe it was their strict, aristocratic upbringing—less "ninja clan," more "noble house."
In truth, while the Hyūga were part of Konoha, even the Hokage had no say in their internal affairs.
The simplest proof?
No Hyūga had ever joined the ANBU or Root.
The main family was too small, and the branch family's Caged Bird Seal made them untrustworthy in the eyes of Konoha's higher-ups.
For the Hyūga, clan came before village.
But unlike the Uchiha, they never made trouble—smart, obedient, and politically savvy.
The Hokage had no reason to interfere.
"Aunt Rinka, what would you like? Name it."
Sasame gestured to the fridge. "You've never tried my cooking, right? Guaranteed satisfaction."
Rinka smiled faintly. "Whatever you're making is fine."
"Got it."
Sasame turned back to his chicken legs.
"You're making this for Hinata, aren't you?"
Rinka peered over his shoulder. "Chicken legs are her favorite lately."
That, plus Sasame's sudden appearance in the Hyūga kitchen, made it obvious.
Kids these days… so bold.
Unaware that Hiashi had given permission, Rinka assumed he'd sneaked in.
As a woman, though, she found it oddly… romantic.
Just a few years too early.
Hinata was still too young, too easily swayed.
Especially by a handsome face like Sasame's.
What if she got her heart broken?
"Yep."
Sasame admitted freely. "Just dropping by to check on her."
Who breaks into a girl's room at night?!
Rinka sighed internally. If he weren't the Hokage's student, the Hyūga would've beaten him to a pulp by now.
Sasame was making karaage-style chicken legs, borrowing techniques from tempura—lightly battered, with mixed vegetables. He'd also prepared a side of porridge.
Tempura, a classic Japanese dish, involved deep-frying ingredients in a light batter.
Since it was late, he kept things light.
Before long, a plate of golden tempura was ready.
"Aunt Rinka, try this."
After handing her a bowl, he returned to frying.
Hinata had a bigger appetite than this.
"Wow, this is amazing!"
Rinka took a careful bite—then froze as flavors exploded across her tongue.
So delicious that, for once, her noble composure slipped.
She set down her chopsticks, picking up the porridge instead. One sip later, warmth spread through her, dispelling the night's chill.
"Really good."
Between bites, Rinka asked, "Where did you learn to cook like this?"
"Just followed a recipe."
Sasame shrugged.
"I never knew you had such talent."
Noticing he was still frying, Rinka added, "Hinata doesn't eat much. Don't overdo it—you'll make her sick."
"It's for me."
Sasame decided to keep Hinata's little secret.
The fewer who knew, the better.
Besides, shared secrets deepened bonds.
Rinka didn't press further. Once finished, she carried Hanabi off to bed.
Sasame cooked enough tempura for twenty before finally packing up.
Hinata's eating habits mirrored Rinka's—elegant, measured, even with large portions.
A pleasure to watch.
Even without conversation, Sasame could've sat there for hours.
"Time for bed."
Once Hinata finished, Sasame patted her head. "See you tomorrow."
Back home, it was nearly midnight.
The living room was empty, but the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Sasame formed a hand seal.
Sensing Technique.
Good. It's Tsunade, not Shizune.
Barging in on the wrong person would've been disastrous.
With the stealth of a seasoned veteran, Sasame crept toward the bathroom.
The handle turned easily—no lock.
After all, only three people lived here.
Tsunade had no reason to guard against Shizune… or him.
Sasame pushed the door open silently.
Steam billowed out, but it couldn't obscure his vision.
Tsunade lounged in the tub, her skin flushed pink from the heat.
Her hands, mid-lather, stilled as she spoke without turning.
"Get in."
Sasame stepped inside, locking the door behind him.
"You can bathe. Nothing else."
She shot him a warning look.
"Your wish is my command."
Sasame's eyes gleamed—not with the Sharingan, but something far more primal.
Much later.
"Men… not a single honest word…"
Tsunade bit her finger, her face a mix of frustration and lingering pleasure.
The motion made her already flushed cheeks even more enticing—a blend of defiance and vulnerability.
Water sloshed violently as the tub became a battleground once more.
"Bastard! I'm the Hokage!"
Tsunade growled.
"And what about it?"
Sasame smirked, channeling his inner Danzō. "Told you you'd regret it."
"I… have… work… tomorrow!"
Tsunade's voice rose with each word, the agony of the working class laid bare.
As Hokage Aide, Sasame had no choice but to obey.
The boss has spoken.
Morning.
Tsunade blinked awake, stretching with a groan.
Every muscle ached.
Unlike Uzumaki Ena, she rarely used her Strength of a Hundred Seal—only in life-or-death situations.
The reason was simple.
Overusing its stored chakra came at a cost.
Which was why she now wore an expression of utter indignation.
"How the hell did you, some distant branch-family reject, awaken Grandfather's physique?!"
Bloodline traits were supposed to favor close relatives.
Yet Tsunade, despite being Hashirama's granddaughter, hadn't inherited his Sage Body.
When Sasame "awakened" his, he'd blamed it on atavism—a throwback to ancestral traits.
It wasn't impossible.
The Yamanaka bloodline, for instance, often skipped generations.
Speaking of which—Tsunade had already examined Yūhi Kurenai's student, Yamanaka Fuuka, though no cure was forthcoming. For now, she could only provide palliative care.
Just like in the original timeline, Kurenai had taken her on as a pupil.
"Pretty impressive, huh?"
Sasame grinned.
"You're banned from the Hokage Office today!"
Tsunade's face burned as she dressed and fled.
"...?"
Sasame sat up, outraged. "You liar!"
They'd promised to spar in the Hokage Office!
Some Hokage she was!
"…In a few days."
Tsunade's voice floated back.
"Fine."
Grumbling, Sasame got up.
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