Thoroughly Rewarded 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 hadn't heard a single word.

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

This little pervert had been sneaking looks at her boobs for ages. It wasn't the first time; she just couldn't be bothered to call him out on it.

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

"That's right. Don't you like massaging people? 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, telling him to lie down.

Mirai immediately lay down and even asked, "Can I massage you to prove it?"

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 there to look at? Aren't they just two lumps of flesh?"

Tsunade clenched her fist, then relaxed it.

Forget it. This brat didn't understand anything.

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

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

The next second, two soft, huge, warm mounds pressed against his back, followed by Tsunade's long, contented sigh. "Mmm—after being tired all day, lying down really is the best—"

Mirai felt his whole body stiffen.

The sensation against his back was unbelievably soft. Heat 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 as she leaned slightly forward, using that... special weight to massage his shoulders and back.

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

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

This feeling was simply incredible!

If Sister Tsunade would still be willing to massage him like this after he grew up, that would be great.

Then he'd definitely be facing her from the front...

Perhaps learning Sealing Jutsu had been too mentally taxing, or perhaps Tsunade's massage was simply too comfortable. Before he knew it, Mirai had fallen asleep.

He only vaguely heard her say, "What's with you, 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 large sofa with Tsunade in his arms. Her blond hair spilled across his chest, and her whole body was pressed against him, soft and supple. With her eyes half-closed, she looked like a lazy big cat.

Kushina sat on his lap, her red hair brushing against his chin as she looked up and said something to him, though he couldn't hear it.

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

Mirai was just about to enjoy this blissful scene,

When Izumi Uchiha appeared out of nowhere, raising a katana in her hand and pointing it at him as she shouted:

"Mirai Uzumaki, you scumbag! I'm challenging you to a duel!"

"Hey, wait a second!"

Before Dream Mirai could explain, Izumi's eyes suddenly turned blood-red—a pair of tomoe Sharingan spun within them like two burning blood moons.

"Die—!"

"Wah!" Mirai Uzumaki jolted awake from his dream, nearly springing 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 two breaths, his forehead covered in sweat.

"What kind of messed-up dream was that..." He rubbed his face. "Especially that last part—Zhili's Sharingan looked so wicked! 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 provoking me too much lately. That's right, it's all because she keeps walking around in front of me wearing so little. Sometimes after a bath, she doesn't even wear a towel, and she uses me as a pillow while massaging me. That's why my head is full of these unhealthy thoughts."

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

The next day at school, their homeroom teacher, Akashi Kishimoto, called Mirai Uzumaki into the office.

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

Why did Sister Tsunade get to kiss Mirai the moment she came back?

Even siblings shouldn't do something like that, right?

She herself had only kissed him a few times... No, that wasn't right. She'd never kissed him at all!

Yesterday, she'd been the one kissed!

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

A crowd of girls had gathered outside the classroom door—at least seven or eight at a glance.

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

A few of them also clutched pens and paper, as though they were planning to write something on the spot.

Kushina's instincts told her that something was wrong.

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

An older girl turned around and glanced at her. Recognizing her red hair and the face often seen walking around with Mirai, she smiled. "Excuse me, is Mirai here? We have some things we'd like to give him."

"What things?"

"Love letters." A girl from the same grade waved the pink envelope in her hand, her eyes sparkling. "A few upperclassmen also want to say something to him in person, so they asked us to bring these over."

Kushina's expression visibly darkened.

"You're all here to give Mirai love letters?"

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

The girl from the same grade said righteously, "And I heard his family has ties to Lady Tsunade, so he has a great background too!

"If you don't make a move on a boy like that soon, someone else will definitely snatch him up later!"

The girls beside her all nodded in agreement.

Kushina clenched her fists.

"He—is—not—here!" Her voice suddenly rose several pitches. "And you don'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 older girl raised an eyebrow. "A girlfriend? Who?"

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

"You wild women, all of you stay the hell away from him!"

The air went quiet for another two seconds.

Then the older girl burst out laughing. "You? How old are you? Does Mirai even know you're making up nonsense out here?"

"I'm not making it up! Yesterday, he—he just is, anyway!"

"Then get him to admit it himself," the girl from the same grade said with a curl of her lip. "Just because you say so, that makes it true? Then I can say I'm his girlfriend too!"

"You—!"

Kushina's face flushed red with anger.

She had always had a fiery temper. Though she had restrained herself somewhat over the past two years in the village due to Mito and Tsunade's instructions, the powder keg in her bones had never changed.

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