Rewarded Thoroughly by Tsunade

After she finished speaking, she suddenly reached out and patted the back of Mirai's head. "So half the credit goes to you. Fair, right?"

"Fair, fair." Mirai's mind had gone blank. Something else had caught his attention, and he had not heard a single word.

"But the main reward comes next," Tsunade said nonchalantly. "Lie down. I'll give you a massage."

This little pervert liked sneaking peeks at her boobs. This was not the first time; she simply could not be bothered to mention it.

"A massage? Like last time?" That, Mirai heard.

"Yeah. Don't you like giving massages? It's only proper to return the favor. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you enjoy it again."

Tsunade patted the bed, signaling for him to lie down.

Mirai immediately lay down and even asked, "Can I massage the proof?"

Smack— A light slap landed on the back of his head.

"Of course not, you little pervert. You'd better close your eyes too. No peeking."

"Tch. What's so good about looking? They're just two lumps of meat."

Tsunade clenched her fists, then relaxed them again.

Forget it. This brat did not understand anything.

When she saw Mirai close his eyes, Tsunade placed her hands at her waist and gave a pull.

Mirai heard the sound of a bath towel hitting the floor.

The next second, a pair of soft, enormous, warm things pressed against his back, accompanied by Tsunade's long, satisfied sigh. "Mmm—after a tiring day, lying down really is the most comfortable—"

Mirai felt his entire body stiffen.

The sensation against his back was impossibly soft. Warmth seeped through his clothes, while the scent of Tsunade's body wash drifted into his nose.

Her arms braced themselves on either side of him, and she leaned forward slightly, using that... special weight to massage his shoulders and back.

"How is it? Your big sister Tsunade's skill isn't worse than yours, is it?" Tsunade laughed, completely unaware.

Mirai buried his face in the pillow and gave a muffled response. "...Mm."

This feeling could only be described as incredible!

It would be great if Sister Tsunade was still willing to massage him like this once he grew up.

Then he would definitely be in front...

Perhaps studying Sealing Jutsu was too mentally exhausting, or perhaps Tsunade's massage was simply too comfortable. Without realizing it, Mirai drifted off to sleep.

He only vaguely heard, "What the heck? You little brat, you actually fell asleep during Lord Tsunade's personal massage?"

In his dream, Mirai Uzumaki had grown quite a bit taller.

He sat on a wide sofa with Tsunade in his arms. Her blonde hair spilled across his chest, and her whole body pressed against him, incredibly soft. With her eyes half-closed, she looked like a lazy big cat.

Kushina sat on his lap, her Kurenai-colored hair brushing his chin as she tilted her head up and said something to him, though he could not hear it clearly.

Mikoto was there too, sitting on the armrest of the sofa and leaning against his shoulder. Her long black hair hung down, hiding half of her gentle smiling face.

Mirai was just about to enjoy the blessings of having them all,

When Izumi Uchiha suddenly appeared from nowhere, holding a katana and pointing it at him as she shouted:

"Mirai Uzumaki, you scumbag! I challenge you to a duel!"

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Before he could explain in the dream, Naori's eyes suddenly turned Kurenai-red—a pair of tomoe Sharingan spun within them like two burning blood moons.

"Die—!"

"Aah!" Mirai Uzumaki jolted awake, nearly bouncing off the bed.

It was already light outside, and birdsong drifted in from the courtyard.

Somehow, he had returned to his own room.

He sat on the bed and took a couple of breaths, his forehead covered in sweat.

"What kind of messed-up dream was that..." He rubbed his face. "Especially that last part—Naori's Sharingan looked so wickedly alluring! Will her Sharingan be like that in the future?"

He lay back down and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while.

"It must be because that bad woman Tsunade has been teasing me too much lately. That's right, it's all because she keeps wearing so little while wandering around in front of me. Sometimes she even comes out without a towel after showering and uses me as a pillow while giving me massages. That's why my head is full of these unhealthy thoughts."

He turned over, pulled the blanket over his head, and decided to get some more sleep.

The next day at school, homeroom teacher Akashi Kishimoto called Mirai Uzumaki to his office.

Kushina was alone in the classroom, still thinking about what had happened last night—

Why did that Tsunade come back and kiss Mirai right away?

Even siblings should not do that, right?

She herself had only kissed him a few times... No, that was wrong. She had never kissed him at all!

Yesterday, she had been kissed!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Kushina snapped her textbook shut and decided to go outside for some air.

A group of girls had gathered outside the classroom door. At a glance, there were at least seven or eight of them.

They held pink envelopes in their hands, whispering among themselves and standing on tiptoe to peer into the classroom.

A few others clutched pens and paper, seemingly planning to write something on the spot.

Kushina's instincts told her something was wrong.

"What... are you doing?" she asked with a frown.

An upperclassman turned to look at her. Recognizing her Kurenai-colored hair and the face often seen walking beside Mirai, she smiled. "Excuse me, is Mirai here? We have some things we want to give him."

"What things?"

"Love letters," a girl from the same year said, waving the pink envelope in her hand with sparkling eyes. "A few upperclassmen also want to say a few things to him in person, so they asked us to bring these over."

Kushina's expression visibly cooled.

"Every single one of you came to give Mirai love letters?"

"Of course! Mirai is strong, handsome, and has such a great personality. Who wouldn't like him?"

The girl from the same year spoke as if it were obvious. "And I heard his family is connected to Lord Tsunade, so he has a good background too!

"If you don't make a move on a guy like that early, someone else will definitely snatch him away later!"

Several girls beside her nodded in agreement.

Kushina clenched her fists.

"He—is—not—here!" Her voice suddenly rose several pitches. "And you won't need to come looking for him again!

"Because Mirai Uzumaki already has a girlfriend!"

The doorway fell silent for a moment.

The girls looked at one another, then the upperclassman raised an eyebrow. "A girlfriend? Who?"

"Me!" Kushina pointed at her own nose, her Kurenai-colored hair seeming to flutter behind her without any wind. "My name is Kushina Uzumaki, and I'm Mirai Uzumaki's girlfriend!

"You wild women, get the hell away from him!"

The air went quiet again for two seconds.

Then the upperclassman let out a snort of laughter. "You? How old are you? Does Mirai even know you're spouting nonsense out here?"

"I'm not spouting nonsense! Yesterday, he—he is, anyway!"

"Then make him admit it himself," the girl from the same year said with a dismissive curl of her lip. "You say it, so it's true? Then I say I'm his girlfriend too!"

"You—!"

Kushina's face flushed Kurenai with anger.

She had always had a fiery temper. Though Mito and Tsunade's reminders had made her restrain herself quite a bit over the past two years in the village, that powder-keg nature had never changed.

Provoked like that, her head heated up, and she viciously threw a punch.