Another month passed like this.
Hyuga Wuye shuttled back and forth between the princess's bedchamber in the daimyo's residence and the Hyuga Clan head's private chambers in Konoha.
He fought while holding Tsunade, slept while holding Kaguya, and in between, spent time with Kushina and teased Uchiha Mikoto. He was busy beyond measure.
With Slug's help, he had pushed time management to its limits.
If Reverse Summoning had not had its limitations, he would have loved to leave a Slug fragment in both Kushina's and Uchiha Mikoto's rooms.
"Jiraiya-sensei's intelligence has arrived."
That day, on a soft, comfortable bed, Hyuga Wuye suddenly spoke to Tsunade.
Over the past month, the places where they exchanged ideas had basically been either the bed or the bath. Wuye had taken his revenge for all that time spent standing...
"Mm, he's still as prompt as ever when gathering intelligence."
Tsunade lay naked atop him, drawing circles with her finger. "By the way, even I don't know how to contact him. How did you manage it?"
"Me?" Wuye chuckled. "Naturally, through the publishing house."
"The publishing house?"
Tsunade suddenly understood. "You agreed on a way to communicate, didn't you?"
Hyuga Wuye nodded. "Every time one of his Make-Out Paradise books is published, the publisher sends the author an original copy as a keepsake. The publisher prints the coded message I add onto it."
"What did his intelligence say?" Tsunade asked.
Wuye thought for a moment. "He tried to infiltrate Sand Village before, but before he could even enter through their canyon, he was surrounded by Sand Village Anbu. It took quite some effort for him to escape."
Tsunade frowned. "Even Jiraiya can't infiltrate it. What are you planning to do?"
"I'm guessing there's iron sand hidden beneath the surface around Sand Village for detection, which