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Ye Cang, just an average Kage-level ninja... You're lucky, aren't you?
Outside Sunagakure, Ron stood at a distance, gazing at the village.
Right now, he wasn't too interested in Ye Cang's corpse.
There were only two things it could offer him: combat power and the Scorch Release.
Scorch Release? Not a big deal. If he wanted heat-based attacks, he could just equip his Iron Man suit with thermobaric bombs or fuel-air explosives—both far more powerful.
As for combat strength? At best, she was an entry-level Kage. Not impressive.
His standards had been raised by watching Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju in action.
Anyone below their level? Not worth absorbing.
Instead, he was thinking about recruiting some locals.
Like Obito Uchiha—someone who could stay behind after Ron left, keeping an eye on the ninja world and, more importantly, watching out for the Otsutsuki clan, which could appear at any time.
Ron pondered for a moment before deciding to enter Sunagakure. He'd find a kindhearted Anbu and extract some intel.
Just then, he noticed a figure walking out of the village.
As soon as they stepped outside, they shot forward like an arrow, racing eastward.
Ron squinted, unable to see their face, but he caught a glimpse of their striking back.
Butterfly-like shoulder guards—slender yet exuding a powerful beauty—rising and falling with each stride, like silk fluttering in the wind.
A slim waist, easily encircled with one hand. Below that... well, his view was blocked by a corset. Shame.
But that was enough. Ron instantly knew: "Beautiful-Back Ye Cang"—a name well deserved.
"Guess I don't need to go through the trouble after all." Ron shook his head slightly, watching Ye Cang's retreating figure.
A young girl who had given everything for her village, only to be betrayed in the end—she was practically meant to be his.
"Follow her. If she runs into danger, save her."
Ron activated his Iron Man suit and created a Wood Clone, ordering them to track Ye Cang.
As for himself? No way he was going personally. The Land of Wind was way too far from the Land of Water. He wasn't about to waste time on this.
He had better things to do—like hanging out with Tsunade for a bit, then heading to Konoha to discuss projects with Orochimaru.
"Now, where are Tsunade and Shizune? Let me check..."
Looking at the radar projection on his lenses, Ron pinpointed their location and vanished instantly.
"This dango is amazing! So tasty! I should get some for Lady Tsunade... Oh, and this too!"
Shizune was out shopping, hopping from stall to stall, buying a mountain of snacks and goods in no time.
She nibbled as she shopped, quickly realizing she couldn't carry everything.
Frowning and pouting, she muttered, "Why did I forget to bring a Sealing Scroll? Ugh!"
For once, Tsunade's luck had turned around—ten straight gambling wins, like the goddess of fortune herself had possessed her.
A million ryo had turned into a hundred million. Win after win, until she had made a full billion.
It was unheard of! Shizune could hardly believe it.
After finishing up at the gambling hall, Tsunade had decided to head back for a drink, leaving
Shizune to roam around on her own.
Shopping without worrying about money for the first time? It felt amazing!
Happily, Shizune skipped back to their lodging, set down her haul, and picked out the things meant for Tsunade.
She grabbed them and walked toward Tsunade's room.
"Lady Tsunade—"
She had just started speaking when she suddenly froze.
Her big eyes blinked in confusion as she stared at the door.
Did she hear that right? There were two people breathing inside?
The sounds were clear—two deep, unrestrained breaths, completely unhidden.
"I think... someone's in there with her..."
"You're imagining things."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
Creak... Creak... Creak...
Shizune's face stiffened. Without another word, she turned around and muttered to herself:
"I should let the innkeeper know. Their beds are way too flimsy. They need to replace them."
But as she walked away, her face turned as red as cinnabar, her blush spreading all the way down her neck.
Her golden bangs framed her ears, partially hiding her glowing earlobes, like red jade wrapped in black silk.
Her lips pressed into a pout, her cheeks puffed slightly. Her dazed, wide eyes made it obvious—her thoughts were nowhere near what she had just said.
One hour later, inside Tsunade's room.
"You... You really are something. After all this time apart, this is how you greet me?"
Smack! Ron landed a sharp slap on her perky—well, let's just say she yelped in surprise.
"No respect at all. Call me properly."
"You—!"
"Hm?"
Tsunade's beautiful eyes widened, locking onto Ron's gaze—then she immediately shrank back, startled.
With a hint of grievance in her voice, she murmured softly, "Master..."
"Mhm." Ron closed his eyes in satisfaction.
Honestly, they say thirty is prime, but forty? Even better.
Tsunade outclassed Gwen and Elena in certain... departments.
Especially with her Yin Seal. If it weren't for those exaggerated measurements, no one would believe she was thirty-nine. Nineteen, maybe.
Nineteen on the outside, thirty-nine on the inside...
Too much to describe. Best not to put it into words—things could get... complicated.
"Crap! Shizune was here earlier!"
Tsunade snuggled into Ron's arms, her mind suddenly recalling the moment she had heard someone calling her name outside the door mid-activity.
That voice—it had to be Shizune!
Ron nodded casually. "Yeah. She realized I was here and went back."
Hearing this, Tsunade shot up from the bed instantly.
Rise.
"You bastard, Ro... You bastard master! I told you we can't do this during the day! Now Shizune
knows!"
"So what if she knows? She knew last time too."
"Huh? Last time… she knew?" Tsunade was dumbfounded.
Why didn't she remember that? Oh right, last time she had passed out.
"Where are my clothes… This one, right? Damn it, why is there a hole in it?!"
Ron didn't care, but Tsunade still had her dignity. After all, she was the Tsunade-hime, the legendary
kunoichi known throughout the ninja world.
Just her name alone was worth billions.
But ever since she met Ron, all that prestige? Gone.
She searched around on the floor, only to realize that not a single piece of clothing was intact.
Everything was ruined.
Frustrated, she flopped onto the bed. "This is all your fault. Now I have nothing to wear."
"Hold on, I'll get you something new." Ron glanced at the tattered remains on the floor.
Yeah, okay, maybe he did go a little overboard. At the very least, he should've prepared a fresh set
before tearing everything up.
Alright, lesson learned. Next time, be more prepared.
With that thought, he teleported back to the Marvel world, straight to the bustling city of New York.
Swiping Tony Stark's credit card, he went on a shopping spree.
"Hmm, the size needs to be bigger. This one's too small."
"Sir, if you're buying clothes for your girlfriend, it's best to know her exact size. That way, it'll fit
properly."
"My eyes are the measuring tape. If I say this size, then it's this size. Just get it for me, I'll pay
whatever."
Come on, he had touched her enough times—if he couldn't even get her size right, what would that
say about him?
He knew her body perfectly. Bust: 122 cm. In simple terms—36G.
Curves in all the right places, slim waist, absolutely perfect.
It didn't take long for him to finish shopping. He found a secluded spot, stored the clothes in his
space, and then teleported back to the ninja world.
From the pile of new clothes, he picked out a set—a stylish outfit paired with jeans and high heels.
A quick water-style jutsu cleaned them up, and he tossed them to Tsunade.
"Here, put these on. Just bought them."
"Huh?" Tsunade picked up the clothes and saw a few straps… connected to two bowl-like cups
labeled 417.
She squeezed them with her fingers. Soft. But… why did they feel so familiar?
Then, as if on instinct, she glanced down at her own chest. Her eye twitched.
"Yo~ Not bad, you catch on quick," Ron smirked, clearly pleased with her realization.
In the ninja world, lingerie like this didn't exist. The closest thing they had were fishnet undershirts or simple chest wraps.
If this were his past life, Ron would've complained—why waste time on nonsense instead of focusing on the actual story?
But now, in this real world? He fully approved. In fact, the less clothing, the better.
Seeing Tsunade struggling with the unfamiliar outfit, Ron took the initiative to guide her. When things got too complicated, he even stepped in to personally help.
Thirty minutes later, a completely transformed Tsunade stood before him—now looking like a modern city beauty.
She rolled her eyes and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes.
Every now and then, she twisted her body, trying to adjust. This outfit… she really wasn't used to it.
It felt restrictive—especially these jeans.
Sure, they looked good, but they were way too tight. While they did accentuate her figure, they also limited her movement.
If she ever had to fight in these, she wouldn't even make it past the first move. The moment she
exerted force, the whole outfit would probably rip apart.
She wasn't sure if she'd end up killing someone or just giving them a free show.
She wanted to refuse.
But then she saw the satisfied and experienced look in Ron's eyes… and the words got stuck in her throat.
Tsunade knew she had changed.
If it were anyone else, she would've kicked them straight into the horizon by now.
But Ron?
She hated how annoying he was, yet she couldn't bring herself to go against him.
And so what?
Nothing she could do about it. He was her master, after all. His orders… she could only obey.
"....."