The Partial Expansion Jutsu isn't all that difficult.
After a few days of practice, Natsume fully mastered it.
After that, life became completely dull and uneventful.
In the morning, he trained in Sage Mode.
In the afternoon, he sucked Hinae's milk to replenish chakra, then worked on his ocular powers.
At night, he became Tsunade's hugging pillow.
In the deep night, he'd sneak out for a while to feed Hinata.
Occasionally, Natsume would drop by to see Naruto and Sasuke, just to remind them of his existence.
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Time flew by.
Three years passed.
Natsume looked through his camera, watching Hinae's movements.
She was sitting on the sofa, her legs in black over-the-knee socks naturally crossed, revealing a red view under her pleated sailor skirt.
Her top was also red. Her hair was tied into twin tails with a black ribbon, and she was holding a pair of round-toed leather boots in her right hand.
Today, Hinae was cosplaying as Rin Tohsaka.
From the Type-Moon series.
Hinae was no slouch either.
Her thighs were full and shapely, her calves slender and proportional, her curves perfect.
After the photoshoot, Natsume stretched lazily.
But there was still plenty of time, so he didn't want to waste it.
Hinae's fair feet, wrapped in black over-the-knee socks, gently stepped on Natsume's back, giving him a massage.
Her face was flushed, clearly not used to this.
In this world, because of the existence of nobility, it's closer to ancient Japan.
Etiquette is the same; women are expected to be virtuous wives and good mothers.
Things like this, in Hinae's view, were utterly absurd and incomprehensible.
Especially given her naturally gentle personality.
Natsume finally understood why men like to urge others to turn over a new leaf during post-nut clarity.
He secretly thought how nice it was to have an automatic waifu.
After a while, Hinae's legs became weak, and sweat beaded on her forehead.
"You're tired too. Now let me give you a massage."
Natsume let her sit down and crouched in front of her.
He took her soft ankle in his right hand, and his left hand gently slid along, making a rustling sound.
Hinae instinctively straightened her legs.
Natsume smiled, took off her black over-the-knee socks, and revealed her jade-like bare feet.
Hinae bit her lip, soft and loving eyes rippling with emotion, her toes curling nervously.
Natsume patted her arched foot, massaged her delicate toes, and gradually let her relax.
He slowly moved upward.
No one knew how much time passed, but Hinae had already fallen soundly asleep.
Was she that tired?
Natsume didn't disturb her.
He got up to check the time—it was already noon.
Might as well cook something.
Why could Natsume cook?
With just ten Fate Points, you could become a first-class chef.
A huge bargain.
He remembered this one day when he was delivering a late-night snack to Hinata.
Cooking for himself saves money, after all.
More importantly, it moves people and makes them feel valued.
It has double the effect for raising affection.
See, Hinata had already gone from wanting to pay him back to wanting to cook for him in the future.
Natsume opened the fridge.
Because Hinata liked chicken legs, it was mostly filled with chicken.
He stroked his chin, finally deciding to make Stir fried chicken.
As Natsume cooked, Hinae walked into the kitchen.
"You're awake? Wait a minute, I'm making Stir fried chicken."
He heard the sound, but didn't turn back.
Stir fried chicken?
Hinae was a bit stunned.
After years of learning various foreign languages from Natsume with Karin, even if he translated directly, she could understand.
"Smells so good. I want to taste it soon."
Hinae sniffed, then couldn't help but swallow.
"You can have it sooner."
Natsume suddenly whispered a few words in her ear.
Hinae's eyes instantly filled with shyness.
Just as Natsume thought she was unwilling, she bent down on one knee and performed a coronation gesture.
Not Partial Expansion Jutsu, but even better than Partial Expansion Jutsu.
Much later, he shuddered and exhaled deeply.
The chicken in the pot was already tender, with white chicken fat floating on the surface.
Natsume thought it was a bit of a pity.
Hinae swallowed and said, "I'll go wash my hands. We can eat soon."
She turned and quickly ran to the bathroom.
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Stir fried chicken is really good.
Natsume and his little brother were both very satisfied.
After lunch, Natsume returned home.
Tsunade was sitting on the sofa, her eyes blank, apparently spacing out.
"Big sis."
"When did you get here?"
Tsunade jumped, snapped out of her daze, and asked.
"I just got back. What are you thinking about?"
Natsume sat down beside her naturally and played with her hand.
Tsunade thought to herself, it's just like this.
More and more dangerous.
A few years ago, she could comfort herself because he was a little boy, but now he was a big boy.
It was time to draw the line and separate appropriately.
"Natsume, I have to go to the Land of Fire tomorrow for a mission."
Tsunade said seriously.
Natsume was stunned for a moment.
After so many years, he knew Tsunade very well.
That was the tone of lying.
He thought for a moment and understood the reason.
She wanted to distance herself, to calm down.
But sometimes, the further apart, the stronger the feelings become.
Fine.
Natsume could take this chance to go to Kirigakure himself and earn some Fate Points.
If he didn't go soon, Terumi Mei and the others might discover that the Fourth Mizukage, Yagura Karatachi, was being controlled.
As for Sage Mode, he had already mastered it.
He was just pretending all along.
Slug Sage was very cooperative, too.
As a creature that had lived for over a thousand years, age meant nothing to it.
It had watched Tsunade grow up and naturally wanted her to have a good ending.
"Twelve Guardian Ninja of the Land of Fire's Daimyo had some issues."
Tsunade thought he didn't believe her, so she explained, "The old man's son, Sarutobi Asuma, is one of the guardians now, and that's why he wants me to check out what's happening."
Natsume nodded.
In the original, the Twelve Guardian Ninja split because of differing ideals.
Kazuma's faction believed the Land of Fire should have only one boss—the Daimyo, not the Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen.
Sarutobi Asuma disagreed—after all, that was his father, so he naturally supported him. Thus, the Hokage's faction formed.
The two factions fought.
In the end, Sarutobi Asuma won, and Kazuma went on the run.
Now, with Tsunade joining, the outcome was even more certain.
[Because of your actions, the destiny of Kazuma and the other Guardian Ninja has changed. You gained 89 Fate Points.]
Not bad, he could even get some Fate Points from this.
And this notification proved Tsunade's trip to the Land of Fire was because of Natsume.
The mission was just an excuse.
"Okay, big sis, be careful. Go and come back soon."
Natsume obediently said, "Sage Mode is fine, Slug Sage is there, so don't worry."
Tsunade was taken aback and felt a little guilty.
But she quickly hardened her heart.