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Tsukimi scanned the screen. Then scanned it again.
The blue holographic interface had no red "pending" markers. Nothing.
He frowned. "System. My skill?"
The Alluring Conquest System paused for a second. "The host's consciousness fell into a coma. The system prioritized host survival and exchanged the 60 points from Kakashi Hatake's favorability for a Mental Restoration Potion. That is why the host awoke so quickly."
Tsukimi understood.
So, Kakashi's sixty favorability pointsā¦ just bought a single potion.
His face twisted uncontrollably.
He would have rather woken up slower! He didn't want to waste those sixty points!
Tsukimi spent the next half-hour trying to accept this cruel reality.
Yeah, right.
Half an hour later, he realized he couldn't accept it at all.
"Can I get a refund?" he asked flatly.
System: "No."
"Taobao and Pinduoduo offer refunds! Why can't you?" he demanded, on the verge of a breakdown.
"The system is a high-level intelligent lifeform."
It didn't know the meaning of humility. A high-level intelligent lifeform?
"Heh." Tsukimi forced a smile. "Yeah, a real high-level intelligent lifeform, alright!"
It sure knew how to screw over its host. Top-tier intelligence right there.
Despairing, he wiped his face and decided to rummage in his storage space for some snacks to soothe his wounded soul.
"ā¦Huh?"
He stared at the enlarged storage space in shock.
Its capacity had grown from one cubic meter to five.
"Why?"
He stroked his chin. Storing and retrieving items used mental energy. The rapid summoning and dismissal of those explosive tags on the battlefield had drained him dry. The system's potion restored it. Was the space linked to his mental power?
His mental energy did feel much stronger now.
He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. So, the storage space upgraded as his mental energy grew.
A figure climbed into the carriage, interrupting his thoughts.
"You're awake!"
The girl wore a green flak jacket. Soft, light-blue hair draped over her shoulders. She looked at him with bright, happy eyes.
"And you areā¦?" Tsukimi instantly slipped into character, blinking in confusion.
"I'm Momona! A medic-nin with Lord Jiraiya's reinforcement unit. I was the one who changed your clothes after you were injured." Momona smiled sweetly, her eyes curving like crescent moons. She looked exactly like the idol goddesses from otaku culture in his previous life.
Tsukimi's gloomy mood brightened a little. He looked down.
Oh. His clothes were different.
Shit.
His heart plummeted. Did she find out? Did she discover his cross-dressing secret?
His fingers instinctively brushed the Yin Yang Ring on his finger, seeking a sliver of comfort. He gave the girl a stiff smile. "Thank you, Momona-neechan!"
Momona's smile deepened. She sat beside him and pulled out a rice ball. "You haven't eaten all day. You must be starving!"
Time for a test.
A faint blush spread across his cheeks. He looked at Momona, then away, biting his lower lip hesitantly. "Momona-neechanā¦ my bodyā¦"
Understanding flashed in Momona's eyes. Of course, this little girl called Tsukimi would be shy about a stranger changing her clothes. And her chestā¦
Ahem!
Momona reeled her wandering thoughts back in. She patted Tsukimi's shoulder encouragingly, pushing the rice ball closer. "It's precisely because you're flat-chested that you should eat more! Strive to grow up to be like Lady Tsunade!"
Perhaps to make her point more convincing, her voice was a bit too loud.
Tsukimi's face froze.
Then it contorted.
Who the hell wants to become a cow like Tsunade!
He was a man!
A man!
He wanted pecs!
Notā¦ those!
For the first time, a thoroughly un-socialist thought of silencing a witness forever flashed through Tsukimi's mind.
Outside the carriage, Shisui and Juri, having heard the entire exchange, looked at each other.
Only one thought echoed in their minds:
So Tsukimi is flat-chested.
Andā¦ wanting to be like Lady Tsunade? That'sā¦
That's way too lewd!
The pure-hearted Shisui and the not-so-pure Juri blushed like two ripe tomatoes.
ā¦
After Momona left, Tsukimi sat there in the carriage, utterly bewildered.
He was relieved his secret was safe, yet furious at her words.
System: "Please do not feel inferior, Host."
"Once the host exchanges for the Gender Swap Potion, the system will provide the [Proudly Erect] skill free of charge."
The system's voice echoed in his mind.
"Inferior my ass!"
Which part of him looked inferior?
So he was flat-chested? So what?
Nothing to be insecure about!
Wait!
He was a guy! Being flat-chested was normal!
More importantlyā¦
"Who wants to exchange for that perverted Gender Swap Potion!"
A sudden sense of crisis hit him.
This time, the system covertly fed him a Mental Restoration Potion.
Next time, it might just shove that perverted Gender Swap Potion down his throat!
"I'm warning you! If you force that potion on me, I'll kill myself!" Tsukimi declared resolutely.
He would defend his male dignity with his life.
That potion should be left for those who truly needed it.
Likeā¦
āOrochimaru-sama.
Tsukimi spent the rest of the day peacefully in the carriage. The next day, an uninvited guest arrived.
Snakeā¦ auntie? No!
Orochimaru-sama sat opposite him, a sinister smile plastered on his face. The carriage was still moving slowly, less than ten kilometers from the frontline camp.
Orochimaru's gaze felt like an X-ray machine from a hospital in his previous life, itching to dissect Tsukimi with his eyes alone.
"I've heard about your deeds. A truly formidable shinobi." Orochimaru extended a sliver of tongue, licking his upper lip, already exuding the aura of a mature pervert.
"Uhā¦" Tsukimi blinked, lowering his head shyly. "Lord Orochimaru flatters me!"
Ding! Favorability from target Orochimaru: 0!
You son of aā
Tsukimi swallowed the curse.
Orochimaru was looking at him with such excitement, yet his favorability was zero?
This guy was a damn good actor.
The curve of Tsukimi's smile seemed measured with a ruler, yet it didn't feel fake. Probably thanks to his god-tier acting skills.
"Not just anyone can emerge unscathed from such an explosion. Wouldn't you agree?" Orochimaru asked meaningfully.
To him, the one opposite was a greenhorn, a rookie of the shinobi world. Extracting information should be child's play.
Tsukimi pursed his lips, looking at Orochimaru with clear wariness.
Such a terrible liar, this little girl.
The excited gleam in Orochimaru's eyes intensified.
"I am a shinobi of Konoha, after all. I wish to see you all grow into pillars of the village. I conduct some research into unique abilitiesā¦"
This sounded familiar to Tsukimi. Not the content, but the tone and vibe. DĆ©jĆ vu.
He thought for a moment, then looked up sharply.
He got it!
That old monkey Hiruzen Sarutobi used the exact same tone in the Hokage's office!
Treating him like a child!
No wonder he was the old monkey's prized student!
The brainwashing skills were a direct inheritance.
Too bad.
He, Tsukimi Heshu, happened to be an expert in this field too.
Tsukimi's eyes sparkled, looking at Orochimaru with admiration. "Lord Orochimaru is a legendary shinobi, one I deeply respect. It's not that I don't want to explainā¦ I just don't really understand my own ability."
He looked at Orochimaru with a hint of conflict.
Orochimaru's eyes gleamed brilliantly. "Even better. I can help you figure it out."
Tsukimi seemed to make a decision. He stretched out his hand. "Lord Orochimaru, try to attack my palm."
Orochimaru reached out as instructed. But his hand could never truly touch Tsukimi's.
His pupils contracted. His neck stretched forward, leaning in for a closer look.
"The distance shrinks infinitely. My speed becomes relatively static. I can never truly strike you."
As expected of the only true scientist in the Narutoverse, Orochimaru grasped the principle instantly.
Tsukimi was inwardly impressed. He nodded. "Lord Orochimaru is correct."
"A Kekkei Genkai?" Orochimaru asked, his mind already racing with possibilities.
Tsukimi shook his head. "No."
"Oh?" Orochimaru was slightly surprised. Not a bloodline? A secret technique, then?
"It's because of a potion." Tsukimi nodded gravely, revealing the "truth."
"A potion?" Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, his hand unconsciously tightening. He tried to control his excitement.
"Yes." Tsukimi nodded, looking somewhat sad. "Before Konoha took me in, I was a battlefield orphan. I was starving, so I searched for anything to eat or drink. I found a discarded potion bottle. After drinking it, I discovered I had this ability."
Orochimaru didn't doubt the story.
He believed someone of Tsukimi's age and mental capacity couldn't fabricate such a lie. If it were a lie, it would be easily exposed. His instincts told him this little girl wasn't lying.
"Did you drink all of it?" Orochimaru asked, his voice urgent.
Tsukimi inwardly smirked. He shook his head innocently. "No."
An unexpected delight. Orochimaru's excitement spiked. "Where is it?"
Tsukimi shrank back, as if startled by Orochimaru's intensity. He looked at him with wide, surprised eyes.
Orochimaru immediately realized his lapse. He coughed lightly, composing himself. "I wish to unravel this secret. To help more people gain the power to protect themselves."
A glint flashed in Tsukimi's eyes. He said excitedly, "The rest of the potion is at my foster uncle's house."
To highlight his noble intentions, he added, "If Lord Orochimaru can help more people protect themselves, I'd be so happy!"
Hah!
Protect more people?
Such a foolish, pitiable notion.
A flicker of pity crossed Orochimaru's eyes, but his benevolent smile remained. "When you get the chance, bring the potion to me."
"Okay!" Tsukimi agreed without hesitation.
Orochimaru's smile deepened with satisfaction.
Tsukimi continued, "Lord Orochimaru, can I join your experiments?" He knew about Orochimaru's lab in Konoha. He was curious how the man conducted his research.
Science and technology were the primary productive forces. Tsukimi had high hopes for Orochimaru's potential.
Orochimaru glanced at him sideways, interest coloring his voice. "Why?"
Tsukimi put on a thoughtful, slightly obsessed look. "Human life is too short. Too fragile. I want to find a real method to extend life. I want to find the truth. A truth that can change the world."
This time, Orochimaru truly examined Tsukimi.
This child, at such a young age, had killed so many Iwa-nin. Undoubtedly, she was a genius.
And the minds of geniuses often diverged from the norm.
Like his own, Orochimaru mused.
On the topic of human life, this child's thoughts aligned with his ownāa rare occurrence. Witnessing so much death and separation in war, he had come to feel the insignificance and brevity of human life. Hence, his pursuit of a truth that could alter fate.
"Very well." Orochimaru nodded. His gaze lingered on Tsukimi's face.
Ding! Favorability from target Orochimaru: 60!
Tsukimi smiled contentedly.
After saying this, Orochimaru left.
Watching his retreating figure, Tsukimi's smile slowly widened.
"System! Those sixty points! I want the Gender Swap Potion!" he yelled in his mind.
The system was stunned.
Had the host finally made up his mind?
"Understood."
As a system, it would fulfill the host's request.
[Gender Swap Potion]
[Description: A potion that fulfills your innermost desires, successfully transforming you into a beautiful young lady! Use with caution!]
[System Products: Guaranteed Excellence.]
Tsukimi held the transparent vial. Pale blue liquid sloshed gently inside as he moved it. He stored it in his expanded space.
He lay back in the carriage with a sigh.
Orochimaru-samaā¦
I paid a great price for this precious thing!
I hope you use it well and cherish it!
The era of Orochimaru-sama was ending. The era of Snake-auntie was about to begin.
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Not long after, all supplies reached the frontline base. Tsukimi finally saw Tsunade again.
"Tsunade-neechan!" He rushed over excitedly, ready to farm some favorability points.
"Tsukimi?" Tsunade was pleasantly surprised too. She habitually ruffled his hair. "I didn't expect you to have become a shinobi already!"
"Hehe." Tsukimi gave a sweet smile. "Tsunade-neechan, you look even prettier!"
"Hmph! You've learned how to sweet-talk!" Tsunade's lips curled up. Perhaps absence had made the heart grow fonder, because her favorability rose from 78 to 84.
"Tsunade! Long time no see! You've gotten bigger!" Jiraiya's voice rang out as he bounded towards her with a lecherous grin.
"AHHHHā!"
A scream followed.
Tsukimi left the front line with the main group, but Kakashi, Might Guy, and Asuma Sarutobi stayed behind.
Their missions had differed. The Third had only ordered Tsukimi's team to deliver supplies. The other three, however, were to join the battle immediately after.
Without the burden of supplies, the group leaped through the trees and finally returned to Konoha.
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