Shinho observed the slightly disheveled Kaguya and nodded in satisfaction.
With the Myriad Self: Second Style: Reverse Flow Protection Seal, he was practically invincible.
While the Otsutsuki clan had members stronger than Kaguya, their power was, with a few exceptions, limited.
Theoretically, no Otsutsuki had surpassed the power of a Rank Eight Gu Immortal.
Of course, he would have to see for himself to be certain. But one thing was for sure: there were no longer any rivals for him in the ninja world.
From now on, he could stand still and defeat them simply by reflecting their attacks.
"Let's return to city of fire," Shinho said after a pause. "Use your Yomotsu Hirasaka."
Kaguya wanted to speak but hesitated.
As the revered Rabbit Goddess, this was the first time she had been ordered around. But she needed to get used to it.
Such occurrences would become commonplace from now on.
Kaguya mobilized her chakra, and the Rinne Sharingan on her forehead pulsed slightly, materializing a black portal . Shinho stepped through first.
His vision went dark momentarily before brightening again. He had returned to City of Fire.
"You're quite useful," Shinho mused, stroking his chin.
An idea sparked in his mind. Though he possessed the Moving Perspective Cup and the Hole Earth Gu for teleportation, their numbers were limited.
They were often utilized by the market department, leaving individuals like Samui without immediate access.
Shinho decided to have Kaguya provide dedicated teleportation services for his Hokage secretaries and other important personnel.
With her abilities, she could create portals to any location within the ninja world, offering unparalleled convenience and speed. Besides, he couldn't just let Kaguya freeload, could he?
"L-Lord Hokage..." Samui stammered, startled by the sight of Kaguya.
Her appearance was too unique, clearly not that of an ordinary human.
Byakugan? Sharingan? How could two distinct Kekkei Genkai coexist in one person? Samui was baffled.
"Are you spacing out?" Shinho asked, pinching her black silk-clad thigh.
"Sorry," Samui mumbled, blushing slightly.
However, she now understood Shinho well enough to know he wasn't truly angry. This gesture was more like playful banter between lovers.
"Are Konan and Mabui in?" Shinho asked, continuing to caress her shapely thigh without reservation.
"They're in the office," Samui replied, casting a shy glance at Kaguya.
She felt a twinge of embarrassment, but since Shinho enjoyed it, she endured.
"Then let's go to the office." Shinho withdrew his hand and turned towards the Hokage Secretary Office.
"Lord Hokage," Konan and Mabui greeted him as soon as he entered, rising from their seats.
Shinho surveyed the room.
His three secretaries, each in their black silk skirts and stockings, exuded an undeniable allure.
"Arrange a workspace for her," Shinho instructed, gesturing towards Kaguya.
"Yes, sir," Mabui responded with a nod.
"Is she a new Hokage Secretary?" Konan inquired, her gaze fixed on Kaguya. Like Samui, her first impression was that this woman was extraordinary.
"Sort of," Shinho pondered for a moment. "But she won't be doing your work. She's solely responsible for transportation."
"Transportation?" Konan questioned, confused.
"She possesses Space-Time Ninjutsu and can teleport anyone to any location," Shinho explained casually.
"I see..." Konan murmured, sensing a subtle incongruity.
Such a powerful Space-Time Ninjutsu used solely for transportation? It was like using the Flying Thunder God Technique for food delivery.
"..." Kaguya remained silent, unsure how to react.
The revered Rabbit Goddess, reduced to a mere tool? She dared not defy him, choosing silence instead.
"She's not familiar with City of Fire. Find some materials for her to review," Shinho added.
"Yes, sir," Konan replied.
"Carry on, then." Shinho waved his hand and returned to the Hokage office.
Having already dealt with the paperwork earlier, he had nothing pressing to attend to.
He sat in the Hokage's chair, closed his eyes, and began his recovery cultivation. Despite possessing infinite immortal essence, he had expended a considerable amount of immortal essence using several killing moves in the previous battle.
Time flew by, and soon it was noon.
A knock echoed through the room.
"Enter," Shinho called out, lifting his head.
The door opened, followed by the click-clack of high heels.
Samui walked in, her black silk-clad thighs swaying with each step. Her tailored suit shifted subtly, accentuating her alluring curves.
"Lord Hokage," Samui stopped before him.
Shinho reached out, his hand tracing the line of her black silk thigh, then inching upwards towards the hem of her stockings. He savored the smooth, soft texture of her skin, his fingers playfully hooking onto the suspender strap, eliciting a delicate snap.
"Black silk suspender stockings?" Shinho asked casually.
"Yes," Samui replied softly. Suddenly, she bit her lip, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.
"Not wearing any?" Shinho asked, wiggling his fingers in front of her.
"I..." Samui lowered her head, her gaze fixed on his glistening fingers.
"I love this flustered side of you," Shinho grinned.
The image of his stunning secretary wearing nothing underneath but a black silk skirt and stockings was undeniably alluring.
"What is it?" Shinho asked, his eyes tracing her curvaceous figure.
"It's about the wedding kimono," Samui said, looking up at him. "Would you like to try them on, Lord Hokage?"
Weddings in the ninja world followed traditional Japanese customs. The bride's wedding kimono was called "Shiromuku," while the groom's was called "Montsuki Hakama."
"How many sets were made?" Shinho asked with a smile.
"Currently, five sets for each," Samui replied, then hesitantly added, "Do we need to make more?"
"Five is enough. We can make more for the next wedding," Shinho said, then realized how suggestive his words sounded.
In a way, It was a blatant display of his scumbag nature.
But to love each equally, wasn't that a form of pure love?
Samui's expression remained unchanged.
Her thinking was more traditional. For an emperor, having multiple wives was normal.
Moreover, she had known long ago that Shinho would marry others, so she wasn't surprised.
"Send the finished kimonos to my house," Shinho instructed after a moment of thought. "I'll try them on with sensei later."
"Understood," Samui replied, a hint of envy in her voice.
She wondered when it would be her turn to try on wedding clothes with Shinho. Though he had promised to marry her, she knew she wouldn't be the second, or even the third.
She estimated it would likely be the fifth or sixth. There were quite a few ahead of her in line. The main reason, of course, was her somewhat awkward position and status in City of Fire.
"What are you thinking about?" Shinho asked, patting her black silk-clad thigh.
"I..." Samui hesitated for a few seconds before answering honestly.
"Don't worry, your turn will come," Shinho said, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
He had assumed Samui's attraction to him was more pragmatic than affectionate. It seemed he still possessed considerable charm.
"You're so well-behaved. How about I give you a gift," Shinho said, a sudden thought striking him.
A gift? Samui was taken aback, a flicker of anticipation lighting up her eyes.
"Your hand," Shinho prompted.
Samui immediately extended her hand. Her fingers were slender and fair, as delicate as spring onions.
Shinho covered her palm with his own. The Thousand Years Lifespan Gu in his hand slowly vanished.
Just as Samui was puzzled, she froze. An unimaginable surge of life energy flowed from his hand into her body.
A dramatic transformation swept through her, imbuing her with unprecedented vitality and youthfulness.
She instinctively knew her lifespan had increased several fold.
She took a deep breath. Even without knowing exactly what the gift was, she understood that anything extending life was priceless.
She never expected Shinho to give her such a present.
"L-Lord Hokage..." Samui stammered, speechless.
"How do you feel?" Shinho asked, smiling at her reaction.
"My lifespan...it's increased significantly," Samui grasped his hand, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you, Lord Hokage!"
The average lifespan of a shinobi in the ninja world was relatively short, around forty years.
This was mainly due to the constant threat of war and dangerous missions that kept them on the edge of death.
Orochimaru's desire for immortality stemmed from witnessing countless deaths in war, especially that of his student, Nawaki.
While Samui didn't harbor such grand ambitions, the prospect of increased lifespan and renewed youth was incredibly exhilarating.
No woman, or rather, no person, could refuse such a gift.
"Your lifespan had been increased by a thousand years," Shinho corrected her.
"Huh?" Samui's eyes widened in disbelief, her delicate features etched with shock.
A thousand years? The concept was beyond her comprehension, so much so that she doubted its veracity.
Could a human truly live for a millennium? And why would he give her something so precious?
"You'll understand in time," Shinho gently pulled her into his embrace, her soft, curvaceous form pressing against his thighs.
"I have no reason to lie to you," Shinho smiled. "After all, you're my future wife, aren't you?"
Samui's heart skipped a beat.
Wife? To be honest, she hadn't really thought of herself as his wife, but more as his Hokage Secretary, or even as concubine.
Even if they married, it wouldn't change that. She always felt her status was inferior to Tsunade and the others.
"But don't you need it?" Samui asked, turning slightly to look at him.
"I've already used one. That's why I can give it to you," Shinho gently caressed her cheek. "Will you stay with me for a thousand years?"
"Yes!" Samui answered without hesitation.
Shinho saw the sincerity in her eyes and smiled.
This golden-haired beauty, in body and soul, belonged to him completely from this day forward.
He rather enjoyed this feeling. After all, he was a devotee of pure love.
"L-Lord Hokage..." Samui suddenly shifted in his arms, her eyes glazed over with desire. She bit her lip, gazing at him with a seductive expression.
"We're on duty," Shinho placed a finger on her lips.
"I..." Samui blushed crimson.
She had finally mustered the courage, only to be rejected.
"Tomorrow night," Shinho whispered in her ear. "And bring Mabui with you."
Samui froze. For some reason, at this moment, she felt reluctant to share him with Mabui.
But she wouldn't disobey his order and nodded obediently.
"Good," Shinho paused, then added, "We have an hour for lunch break."
Samui quickly understood.
Under Shinho's watchful gaze, she stood up and faced him. Slowly, she reached down and grasped the hem of her pencil skirt.
Shinho's pupils contracted. The flash of golden hair sent a surge of heat through him.
A seductive smile played on Samui's flushed face as she took a half-step forward.
Shinho suddenly felt a heavy burden, a tight, almost consticting sensation.
She was a true temptress! But she was his temptress.
He looked at Samui in his arms, a profound emotion welling up within him.
…
July arrived, bringing with it sweltering heat.
Fortunately, as a Rank Six Gu Immortal, Shinho was unaffected by the humidity.
Samui, however, was not so fortunate. Overcome by the heat of her exercise, she became drowsy. It took her half an hour of rest to recover.
"I'll be going now, Lord Hokage," Samui said, rising to her feet.
Her black silk outfit appeared unchanged, but only she knew how humid it was.
As a shinobi, however, this was a minor inconvenience.
"Mm," Shinho leaned back in his chair, reluctant to move. He wasn't tired, but the sense of relaxation and comfort made him lazy.
Samui turned and left.
She soon returned to the Hokage Secretary Office.
The newly arrived Kaguya Otsutsuki sat expressionlessly at Konan's desk, a stack of documents piled before her. With a flick of her wrist, the pages turned automatically.
"Mabui," Samui tore her gaze away and approached Mabui's desk.
"W-What is it?" Mabui asked nervously, her eyes fixed on Samui.
Samui had spent over an hour in the Hokage's office during lunch, returning long after the break had ended.
It didn't take that long to eat, so what they had been doing was self-evident.
Moreover, Samui's demeanor, radiating happiness, spoke volumes.
Now, upon returning to the office, she had immediately sought out Mabui. Clearly, Shinho had instructions for her.