Five years had swiftly passed in the Shinobi world.
The most talked-about topic during these years wasn't the rapid development of the world, but the weddings of the Hokage, or rather, the Emperor.
Shizuka, Karin, Konan, Samui, and Mabui - one each year. But in the sixth year, no new marriage was announced.
This surprised many.
Besides the Emperor's weddings, the most popular thing was the Skynet. Following the Shinobi Arena, several new games were launched.
Especially popular was "League of Legends".
Of course, not the kind from the previous world played with a mouse and keyboard on a computer, but one controlled by consciousness.
A random battlefield was generated for each match, with ten participants.
Before starting, they would choose a champion, then their consciousness would enter the champion's body.
They could only control the champion's abilities to fight.
This game was considered relatively fair and effective for honing battle awareness.
Clans like the Hyuga and Uchiha particularly enjoyed it.
Reliant on their Byakugan and Sharingan, they found that playing without their Kekkei Genkai actually improved their overall skills.
In the palace at dawn, Shinho smelled a faint fragrance and opened his eyes.
Looking at Hinata nestled in his arms, he instinctively leaned in for a sniff - it wasn't the same scent.
He raised his head, following the fragrance to a nearby cherry tree.
He hadn't noticed before, but they were already in full bloom, a vibrant display.
"Spring has truly arrived," Shinho thought, a feeling of nostalgia washing over him.
March, with its flourishing grass and singing orioles, was a truly wonderful month.
"Shi...Shinho..." Hinata murmured sleepily, her lovely body stirring slightly.
"Go back to sleep," Shinho said, stroking her head.
His nights were now divided equally.
He would visit each of them, eventually sleeping in the last one's room. The order was simple, they took turns. Last night was Hinata's turn.
Undoubtedly, the last person endured the most.
After five years of cultivation, Shinho had finally become a rank seven Gu Immotal.
The most obvious result was the further enhancement of his physical body; his vitality was practically limitless.
"Mmm..." Hinata's eyelashes fluttered.
Suddenly, she remembered something. "Are you free tonight?"
"Yes," Shinho replied, puzzled.
"Then come back to the Hyuga Clan with me tonight," Hinata said, her eyes still closed. "Today is Hanabi's birthday."
"Oh, right. I almost forgot. She's already eighteen," Shinho said, reminiscing. "Time surely flies."
His relationship with Hanabi these past few years could be described as ambiguous.
To be honest, he couldn't remain completely indifferent. Hanabi had blossomed into a true beauty. Coupled with the fact that she was Hinata's younger sister, her allure was undeniable.
He'd also noticed early on that his sister-in-law had her own intentions.
"Sleep some more," Shinho said, getting up and gazing at Hinata's voluptuous, fair body as he dressed.
She had fully matured, like a juicy peach, exuding temptation. And he was the culprit responsible for this transformation.
Smiling, Shinho left the room.
Opening the door, he was greeted by rows of cherry blossoms. They were planted throughout the palace grounds, making the branches exceptionally lush and vibrant at this time.
Just then, the click of high heels echoed.
It was Konan. She approached him in a professional skirt suit, her perfect curves accentuated by her swaying hips.
Her long legs, clad in black stockings, were especially striking, straight yet shapely.
"Good morning, Lord Hokage," Konan greeted him.
"You just woke up?" Shinho asked, his gaze falling on her lips. They glistened slightly. Not lipstick, but lip balm, freshly applied by the looks of it.
"Yes," Konan nodded, then asked, "Lord Hokage, will you have breakfast at home?"
"Let's go to the office," Shinho said after a moment's thought.
Their varying constitutions resulted in different waking times.
Some also enjoyed sleeping in, like Tsunade.
Consequently, breakfast time was always unpredictable.
The only ones who woke up on time were his three Hokage secretaries. Or rather, they woke up earlier than him.
Konan had stayed behind to wait for him; Samui and Mabui had already gone to the Hokage's office.
"Do you like cherry blossoms?" Shinho asked as they walked.
"I prefer the rose you gave me," Konan replied, glancing at him with a slight smile.
Shinho paused, turning to look at the rose in Konan's hair.
It was formed from his immortal essence, a gift he'd given her after becoming a rank six Gu Immortal.
In other words, she had worn it for six years.
"Such words are unlike you," Shinho said, a smile gracing his face.
"What am I like, then?" Konan asked, blinking.
"Usually... rather reserved," Shinho said after a moment of thought.
"I can change," Konan said, reaching out to take his hand.
She wasn't always like that.
It was only after experiencing many life and death situations that she gradually became aloof.
"No need to change," Shinho murmured in her ear, a deeper smile playing on his lips. "I like the contrast in you at night."
Konan shivered at his words, a warmth spreading through her.
A blush crept onto her cheeks.
Lowering her head, she whispered, "It's not my fault. It's yours."
Shinho raised an eyebrow and slapped her butt.
Konan instinctively tensed, biting her lip as her blush deepened, adding a touch of allure to her expression.
"Now do you know whose fault it is?" Shinho asked, licking his lips.
"..." Konan flushed and looked away.
"I'll discipline you later," Shinho said, withdrawing his hand and stepping into the Hokage's office.
Konan breathed a sigh of relief, yet a tinge of regret lingered. Composing herself, she gathered her strength and followed him.
Shinho called for Samui and Mabui, and together with Konan, they had breakfast. Afterward, they returned to their own offices to begin work.
In truth, with their current status, they didn't need to work. But idleness would lead to boredom, which was no fun.
Shinho casually picked up a document from his desk.
In the past five years, the Shinobi world had changed beyond his expectations, catching up to his previous world in many aspects, economy, technology, gaming, entertainment, and so on.
At this point, Shinho had exhausted all the knowledge he'd carried over.
His main job now was to review their work for any issues.
If there were no obvious problems, he let them proceed.
As long as Shinho's strength remained, any problem, no matter how big, could be resolved. After all, the Shinobi world respected strength above all else.
By noon, Shinho had finished reviewing the documents and was cultivating.
After lunch, he left the Hokage's office and went to the Ninja Academy.
Five years had passed, and he had enough children to form a soccer team.
But most were still young. Only his two eldest daughters, nearly six years old, were attending the Academy.
Shinho quickly arrived at Class 1A.
They were already in class. His daughters had inherited Tsunade and Hinata's personalities, respectively.
One was hot-tempered, causing trouble throughout the school and earning a reputation as a girl boss.
The other was gentle and studious, consistently ranking first since starting school.
As Shinho watched, he suddenly sensed someone approaching.
Judging by the aura, it was Hanabi. But when he turned, it was Hinata who stood before him.
Playing Transformation Jutsu again?
Shinho chuckled inwardly. Ever since she first learned the technique, Hanabi would occasionally put on a performance, calling it a test of her learning progress.
"Good afternoon, Shinho," Hanabi greeted him, imitating Hinata's gentle demeanor. But there was still a slight difference - the disparity in aura between a young girl and a mature woman.
"Have you eaten?" Shinho pulled her into his arms.
Hanabi's heart trembled. Had he not noticed?
Trying to remain calm, she replied, "I ate with Chiyuki and the others."
Chiyuki was Hinata's daughter. Hanabi, now a Jonin, had requested to be their teacher in advance.
Shinho and Hinata naturally wouldn't refuse.
"Ah!" Hanabi suddenly gasped, looking down to see Shinho's hands cupping her breasts.
After a moment of stunned silence, her face flushed crimson.
Though she'd used the Transformation Jutsu before, she'd never engaged in such intimate contact.
Hanabi became even more certain that Shinho hadn't recognized her. An unimaginable thrill surged through her.
"What's wrong?" Shinho asked, his hands exploring the contours of her kimono.
"N-Nothing..." Hanabi stammered, trying to control her emotions.
Thinking quickly, she added, "I'm afraid someone might see us."
Although the Transformation Jutsu created a false image, her body was still her own. She could clearly feel the warmth of his large hands.
"Then let's find another place," Shinho said, his smile widening.
"Ah?" Hanabi froze.
"Or... would being seen make you even more excited?" Shinho's hand trailed up her neck, cupping her chin.
"N-No... that's not it..." Meeting his gaze, Hanabi darted away like a frightened rabbit.
Shinho blinked, slowly lowering his head.
Hanabi realized what was about to happen and her heart pounded. Was she going to lose her first kiss like this? No, she couldn't.
Biting her lip, Hanabi released the Transformation Jutsu.
She wanted to lose it as herself.
"Hmm?" Shinho looked surprised and stopped.
Was she unwilling? He thought their relationship had progressed far enough.
But in the next second, Hanabi rose on her tiptoes and kissed him.
Her inexperienced movements gave Shinho pause. He understood Hanabi's thoughts now.
Coming back to himself, Shinho once again took the lead, guiding his student.
Hanabi felt a haze descend upon her, instinctively responding to his expert ministrations in a passionate dance of lips and tongues.
Finally, they separated.
Breathless and flushed, her mind was foggy, but the exquisite sensation lingered, making her unconsciously lick her lips.
Shinho noticed the similarities between her and Hinata.
That innocent yet alluring expression was truly enticing. It was a shame the location wasn't ideal; he'd have to wait until tonight.
"Um... Brother-in-law..." Hanabi, recovering slightly, noticed his gaze and felt a pang of guilt.
"What? Did you do something you're not willing to take responsibility for?" Shinho asked, a smirk on his face.
"I'm sorry," Hanabi blurted out instinctively.
Shinho couldn't help but laugh.
The one who had been taken advantage of was apologizing to him. It was truly absurd.
"Their class will be over soon. Let's change locations," Shinho said, an idea forming in his mind.
He possessed the Territory Gu, allowing him to perceive every rustle and movement in the surrounding area.
He was certain no one had witnessed them all this time.
"Okay," Hanabi said, relieved. "To my office?"
After becoming a Jonin, she had more freedom.
Coupled with the current peace in the Shinobi world and the lack of dangerous missions, she had taken a position as a teacher at the Academy, coming in to teach whenever she had time.
Shinho naturally had no objections to her decision.
In fact, he thought Hanabi being at the Academy was a good choice.
With the Academy's continuous expansion and Iruka getting older, it was time for a successor.
He hoped Hanabi could become the principal and eventually oversee the Shinobi world's education system.
Soon, they arrived at the teachers' office. Due to her special status, Hanabi had a private office.
"Not bad," Shinho said casually, glancing around.
"Brother-in-law, water," Hanabi said, handing him a paper cup filled with water.
"Thank you." Shinho took a couple of sips and placed the cup on the desk. Turning, he saw Hanabi standing there, looking restless.
"Hanabi," Shinho asked with a smile, "Still thinking about what happened earlier?"
"N-No..." Hanabi shook her head instinctively, then quickly nodded.
"What do you mean?" Shinho asked, leaning against the desk.
"Brother-in-law," Hanabi said, her voice trembling slightly, "That wasn't a prank."
"I know," Shinho replied, raising an eyebrow.
Hanabi froze, suddenly realizing something.
Although she had initiated the kiss, the difference in strength between them was vast. It would have been impossible for her to succeed unless he had allowed it.
The thought made her heart race.
Biting her lip, her face flushed crimson. She wanted to say something but didn't know how.
"Hanabi," Shinho beckoned her.
Her heart trembling, Hanabi slowly walked towards him.
She was wearing a kimono today, a pale yellow sash tied in a bow around her slender waist.
The collar was slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone and snow-white skin.
Shinho had already explored her ample bosom earlier, though she had been using the Transformation Jutsu then.
As he thought about it, he reached out and pulled her into his embrace.
The soft collision reminded him of Hinata.
They truly were sisters. Although there were differences, they weren't significant.
Hanabi instinctively gasped, a dazed expression on her face. Had her long-held desire been so easily fulfilled?
"It's your birthday today. What do you want as a gift?" Shinho asked, his left hand moving upwards to rest on her chest.
Hanabi shivered, her hips twitching nervously.
But in the next moment, Shinho's right hand grabbed her derrire.
"I..." Hanabi felt her body weaken, her eyes filled with a watery sheen as she looked at him.
"What gift," Shinho reminded her again, savoring her softness.
"I... I don't want anything," Hanabi said, barely managing to maintain her composure.
"Think again," Shinho said with a smile. "This is a once-a-year opportunity. It's very rare."
Hanabi pursed her lips, glancing down at his hand knead her breast. Suddenly, she made a decision.
"Brother-in-law," she asked, summoning her courage, "Can you stay and celebrate my birthday with me tonight?"
In the past, after the birthday dinner, Shinho and Hinata would always leave.
They never stayed the night.
"Yes," Shinho said, his eyes narrowing.
"Thank you, Brother-in-law." A thrilling, tingling sensation surged through Hanabi.
She began to anticipate the evening's birthday celebration.
A moment later, her legs weakened, and she collapsed into Shinho's arms.
For her, this kind of intimate touch was simply too overwhelming.
"Do you have classes left today?" Shinho asked, withdrawing his hand and ceasing his teasing. The best was always saved for last.
"This... afternoon..." Hanabi said after a moment, "I have a class this afternoon."
"Then prepare for your lesson," Shinho said, stroking her head. "I'll go buy you a gift."
"Okay," Hanabi nodded obediently.
Shinho kissed her cheek and left.
Walking down the street, he lost himself in thought. Although Hanabi didn't seem to care much about material things, he couldn't be careless with her birthday gift.
Looking up, Shinho saw an advertisement for the Skynet. An idea struck him, why not gift her a new game?
The Skynet, essentially the Infinite Tsukuyomi, due to its unique nature, currently only hosted action games.
He thought he could create a game more suited to Hanabi's tastes, something like "It Takes Two," "Pokémon," or "Animal Crossing."
Shinho changed course and headed to the palace.
The rear palace was his residence, while the front housed various government departments. He quickly found Kaguya Otsutsuki. After some deliberation, he decided to have her create a Pokémon-like game first.
Girls always liked cute creatures. He also incorporated elements of the Summoning Beast.
As the sun set, dusk arrived.
Shinho finished his work for the day and returned home. Opening the door, he heard the sound of the television.
It was clearly Tsunade watching TV. Konan and the others lived in the rear palace as well but had their own rooms.
Tsunade's room, however, was Shinho's room. This was her privilege as the main wife, a position the others didn't contest.
"You're back?" Tsunade said, sitting on the sofa with her long legs crossed, her fair feet and delicate toes swaying gently in the air.
"Yes." Shinho walked over and buried his face in her embrace, taking a deep breath.
Her intoxicating scent invigorated him, washing away his fatigue.
"Isn't it Hanabi's birthday today?" Tsunade asked, gently stroking his head. "Why aren't you there?"
"I'll go later," Shinho replied, gazing at the cleavage before him, he wouldn't get tired of it, ever. "Are you going?"
"No," Tsunade said after a moment's thought.
"The Hyuga Clan isn't holding a birthday banquet this year. It's just a family dinner. You and Hinata should go."
"I won't be coming back tonight then. I'll stay there," Shinho said, looking up, half his face buried in her ample bosom.
"As you wish," Tsunade replied, momentarily stunned.
As they lived a demanding life day in and day out, a night of rest wouldn't hurt.
"You're the best, Sensei," Shinho said, kissing her deeply.
Though initially surprised, Tsunade quickly responded, engaging him in a passionate exchange.
A while later, Shinho got up and left, heading to Hinata's room.
"Shinho, let's go," Hinata said.
She had been waiting for him. Seeing him, she reached out and took his arm.
"Okay," Shinho nodded.
They left the palace and arrived at the Hyuga Clan compound.
As Tsunade had said, it was a simple family dinner with Hiashi, Neji, Hanabi, and Chiyuki.
Chiyuki had arrived earlier, returning with Hanabi after school.
After some initial greetings, everyone took their seats.
"Hanabi," Hiashi said with a smile, "It's your birthday today. Is there anything you'd like to say?"
Hanabi instinctively glanced at Shinho, then quickly looked away.
Standing up, she bowed slightly and said, "I want to thank everyone."
Everyone was taken aback, surprised by her simple response.
"We're all family. There's no need to thank us," Hiashi said, recovering. "Let's eat."
Dinner concluded amidst laughter and conversation.
As night fell, Hinata, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep.
Shinho dressed and set off for his next destination.
Arriving at Hanabi's room, he pushed the door.
It was unlocked. He stepped inside.
The room was pitch black, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the window.
However, as a rank seven Gu Master, Shinho had long since achieved night vision.
He glanced at the bed, it was empty. A moment later, he was embraced from behind.
It was Hanabi.
Shinho turned, his eyes widening in astonishment.
Her skin was as white as snow, her curves glowing like a crystal chandelier in the darkness.
She wore nothing at all. Her innocent expression combined with her voluptuous body incredibly seductive.
"B-Brother-in-law..." Hanabi whispered.
But she didn't know just how stimulating that address was to him at this moment.
Shinho bent down and lifted her into his arms.
They slipped under the covers, his clothes falling to the floor.
Lying on the bed, Shinho gazed at Hanabi, who was in his arms. A visible blush crept across her fair cheeks.
Her body trembled slightly, her long black hair swaying, her white eyes filled with allure.
"Happy birthday, Hanabi," Shinho said, reaching up to cradle her head. He then leaned in, kissing her soft lips.
Assailed from both above and below, Hanabi felt a mixture of dizziness and overwhelming bliss, wishing this moment would last forever.