Hentai Shinobi Rule 63: If you're not in a constant state of post nut clarity, you're in a state of pre nut delusion. (The dupont appraoch.)
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The Shinobi World had the most obvious career choices—Genin, Chunin, and Jonin. Oh, what's that you say? Aren't there medics and other trained professionals? Well, yes. But in what world would a settlement created from a war NOT employ well-trained and, most importantly, trusted individuals. Since the creation of the Academy, most jobs and positions remotely related to dealing with Konoha's Shinobi have been systematically occupied by other trained Genins, Chunins, and Jonins. It was to maintain a sense of order and prevent any unforeseen incident from damaging Konoha's economic structure since even the weakest bureaucrat could at least throw hands for a couple of seconds.
It improved survivability and stability.
Since the academy housed varied talents, many academics pursued the exploration of Chakra from a theoretical standpoint. Their skills undoubtedly worsened over the years, but their qualifications as Shinobi were nothing to scoff at.
There were the Academy Teachers, each a Chunin. Anybody with a lower rank, a Genin, was not qualified to raise another batch of prospects. Similarly, a Jonin was overqualified and was deployed for more suited tasks.
The administrators and other individuals handling Konoha's paperwork, creating the mission, accepting information, releasing intel, and more ranged from studious Genins to well-deserving Chunins.
As such, the sum of Genins in training under other Jonin-Sensei, Genins from the Genin Corps, Chunins within Anbu and its shadier cousin, Chunins employed for different missions and the Police, and the Jonins spread across the previous factions as leaders of various standing meant to be at the Hokage's call. On the paper, the numbers look deceptively inadequate.
However, each Clan in Konoha also maintained some form of self-trained units they dubbed guards, butlers, maids, and other prestigious titles. These didn't enter Konoha's militaristic folds, and the most prominent example of their kind would be the Hyuga's Branch Family. Several from the branch family chose respectable jobs, such as being a medic in a hospital. However, none of their fighting force entered Konoha's chain of command unless the Clan's elders allowed them or the external threat surpassed the usual skirmish's norms.
Kai could have been considered half-a-servant to the Uzumaki Residence as a Genin. And he was. How else did he get his daily missions? However, it changed when Kai was promoted to Jonin.
The Uzumaki Residence, or rather Mito Uzumaki, had no agency in forming her private army of strapping Kai Clones, each eager to repay the gratitude they'd nursed in their sacs for Rikudo knows how long. So, as the Youngest Jonin, Kai only had one superior—one source of missions—Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Ordinarily, it would have discouraged Kai. However, he could practically smell the wave of conflicts and a rise of missions and SP beyond the horizon.
So?
He did not have any reason to massage Mito's legs, right?
Wrong.
"Well," Mito exhaled, barely holding the heat in her voice as Kai stopped massaging her legs like he always did. Even though his dancing fingers now invoked a sense of prickling heat in her chest, forcing her nipples to harden and swell, Mito proved an admirable opponent. She never did doubt the boy since his fingers lacked the barest traces of chakra, proving his massage to be a skilled one instead of a meaningfully arousing one. So, what she felt was her own doing—or so the First Lady believed. Her throat dried with need, a reaction that contrasted the struggling and urging womb wanting to betray her body with odd twitches and a squirming desire to be glazed and pounded.
"Congratulations," she smiled breezily, not allowing a single odd twitch as she practically fantasized about Kai suddenly tearing the sheets off her body, grabbing her by the neck, and stuffing her steamy mouth with his length. She continued without breaking eye contact as her imagination ran amok, the same way it used to before she began sneaking into her ward's room to replace his well-deserved, cum-soaked Fox Onahole. The hobgoblin, in her imagination, bucked his hips like a rabbit, each thrust stretching her throat as spit would drool down her mouth onto her naked, flushed breasts. "I'm proud of you, Kai." She gagged in her imagination, enjoying how her words spurned the youth as he desperately held her skull and pushed her face into his crotch.
"You truly are a wonder," she continued as he filled her throat with each deserved droplet of seed, thick and warm. "And I can rest easy knowing how willing you were to protect Kushina and Mikoto." She chuckled warmly, her womb begging for her fantasy to become a reality. Damn it! Why can't she have the rumored legendary jutsu wielded by Rikudo, which turned the imagination into reality?
She could have a Kai willing to ravage her at any time and place AND a Kai to dote upon. After all, his performance yesterday did exceed her expectations.
"Oh," Kai rubbed the back of his head, chuckling sheepishly. "Thanks, Mito-Sama."
"I'm telling you! He knows!" Kyubi snarled, her own mind filled with Mito's debauched thoughts and filthy fantasies.
'Oh, hush.' Mito scoffed internally as the Kai in her fantasy wasn't entirely done with her. He'd readily pin her against the bed and thoroughly used her mouth like a personal cocksleeve. Ropes of cum soon splashed on her face, especially the mark on her forehead. It was his favorite thing, after all.
Maybe she could…
No!
It hadn't even been a week since she decided against such vulgarity.
"Mito-Sama?"
She blinked and snapped out of her thoughts.
"Oh, nothing," she adopted a weary smile. "You must have many things to do, right? Go on. Konoha's Youngest Jonin certainly would want to flaunt his status, yes?"
That brought an impish smirk on Kai's face, the very same he had as he shifted from her face to her southern, swamped opening. And Mito gave a shuddering gasp the second Kai left, weakly slumping on her bed and coiling within the sheets. Her mind was going numb and crazy with exceeding pleasure and imagination. Kai would just administer tender attention to her feet, but his fingers left a lasting mark on her body. Her skin rejuvenated at a shocking pace, and her lithe fingers dove into her pants, contacting the gushing lips with a frustrated moan.
"Tch. At least act a bit dignified, you slut!"
Kyubi's scorn did little to shame the well-named slut.
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'Huh, I guess I need to keep working on her after Ameyuri,' Kai mused as he left the residence. Kushina wasn't here, having already left the estate to train with Mikoto under Tsunade. As for Mito? Kai wasn't impatient or worried. He might have no effect now, but they did share a wild night, right? Just the thought of seducing THE Mito Uzumaki into his harem was enough to make the Youngest Jonin drool.
There was obvious pleasure in the thought and a darker drive when he recalled that the woman was none other than Lord First's former wife…
And she eagerly welcomed him into her hot, velvety folds!
*Keeee*
A hoarse, somewhat predatory screech paused Kai in his tracks as he glanced at the brown-feathered hawk perched atop the residence's fence. The hawk instantly flapped its wings and flew away the second it attracted Kai's attention.
'Lord Third summoned me?' Kai blinked. 'What does he want now?'
He flickered forward, knowing the hawk was one of Hiruzen's more domestic summons, a quicker way to summon one or multiple shinobis with one cry of the hawk.
It was also more efficient than sending over an Anbu for the job since the Uzumaki Residence was adjacent to the academy.
*Knock*
*Knock*
Kai knocked on the Kage Office's door, soon getting a response as Hiruzen called him inside.
"Ah, Kai-Kun, dear boy," The aged man began with his usual warmth and kindness etched on his face. Stacks of documents piled atop the table, and another mountain of paperwork towered upon the floor. Watching Hiruzen so overworked almost broke Kai's poor heart. But then he recalled how Hiruzen wouldn't need his lewd magazines due to his busy schedule and might share more of those bountiful scrolls and pages from his limited edition collection. Good. Hiruzen MUST remain busy!
Lord Third wasn't alone, and Kai's entrance attracted another pair of pale eyes that lacked distinct pupils. However, it was an illusion of color. Those from the Hyuga Clan did possess pupils, but their color and depth barely differed from those pale lilac irides. Surprising, however, was the intensity exuding from those blessed eyes. The tall figure instantly took stock of the Youngest Jonin with barely any need to conceal the confrontation brewing in his gaze. And although expressionless, Kai was aware of what 'dead' looked like. The figure was far from the dead, unlike Sakumo and himself.
"Lord Third," Kai smiled back, standing beside the quiet Hyuga figure.
"Kai," the Hyuga nodded with a grunt, not allowing his prejudice to corrupt the etiquettes beaten into his bones.
"Which one are you?" Kai smiled back, mockingly glancing at the Hyuga Teen's forehead protector. "Hiashi or Hizashi?"
Indeed, the towering Hyuga youth was one of Hebi's twins.
"Hizashi Hyuga," the youth thinned his lips, displeased by the abject mockery dancing in the shorter Jonin's brown hues.
"Oh," Kai mused before glancing away. "You wished to see me, Lord Third?"
"Indeed," Hiruzen glossed over the previous interaction with a smile. "You've yet to enter the archives, correct?"
Kai nodded. While he could practice the Jutsus he desired as is, he still wanted to hit the archive to keep up with the pretense and find some texts about training a pet. He also had the option of seeking Jiraiya's, Tsunade's, and Orochimaru's counsel if the trip to the archives yielded nothing spectacular.
"And what kind of Jutsu were you hoping to learn next?" Hiruzen continued with a steady tone.
Kai glanced at Hizashi before looking at Hiruzen.
"Am I being offered a Jutsu?" the Jonin questioned, quick to catch the heart of the matter as the corner of Hizashi's lips twitched.
"Not offered," the Hyuga replied in a cold monotone. "However, I'll give you a chance to fight for it."
"Don't you know your place by now?" Kai chuckled. "Don't butt in when a Jonin is speaking to his Kage, you dumb broad. Speak only when you are spoken to."
Hizashi's eyes instantly shot wide with unconcealed fury. His powerful fists clenched with a crackling noise as he glared at the youth.
"What?" Kai matched the teen's gaze, slightly tilting his head. "You are from the Branch Family, right? Why do I gotta show you any respect when your father couldn't even do the same?"
"Enough," Hiruzen commanded at this point, cutting to the chase. "Young Hizashi would like to challenge you, Kai-Kun. However, he comes with goodwill. It's not often you see someone from the Hyuga Clan sharing one of their signature Taijutsu to an outsider."
"And what happens if I lose?" Kai crossed his arms with a smirk, instantly gripped by the idea of getting one of the clan jutsus since he didn't unlock any of their skill trees.
Hiruzen looked at Hizashi, who answered with an impatient and frustrated snort.
"You shall prostrate in front of my Lord Father in the witness of the Clan gathering. Doing so, you shall profusely apologize for your past misconduct and vow never to disrespect anyone from the Hyuga Clan again."
Kai's gears turned in his head. It was a profitable proposition since Kai didn't intend to keep his word even if he lost and apologized. Orphans of EVERY clan were a fair game! However, he also recalled Yuko Hyuga, the one who got him in trouble. All things considered, she was kind of cool. But he wanted to get back at her. How could he ever forget such pettiness?
"What Jutsu?" Kai inquired.
"Lord Father was gracious enough to offer you a chance to learn the Clan's Basic Taijutsu."
Kai's expression momentarily dropped as he looked at Hiruzen, asking with his gaze.
'Is this dude for real?'
Hiruzen replied with his eyes.
'He looks real to me.'
Kai rolled his eyes before shaking his head. "Thanks, but I'll pass. I'm busy."
"Are you sure?" Hizashi narrowed his eyes. "I watched you fight. Though basic, the Clan's taijutsu adopts a softer approach and will prove useful to your combat style."
Kai momentarily contemplated before shrugging. Most battles in the war are usually bukijutsu-oriented instead of taijutsu. Nobody in their right mind would rush with their fists against kunai tagged with explosive seals.
"I would probably consider if it was a mission or something. But just a challenge?" Kai sneered. "Please. I've got 99 better uses for my time than to waste it on you."
"What does that mean?" Hizashi finally snapped with a growl.
"I think you know," Kai snickered.
Tensions rose high as Hiruzen sighed. The conflict between the Shinobi Villages would soon evolve into a different monstrosity. And Lord Third was already preparing heavily! In fact, he wanted Kai to enter the battle and win. It would be one of the few minor blows to the Hyuga Clan Konoha's administration needed before things escalated to effortlessly use the Clan's less utilized forces.
So, he jumped at the chance to have Hizashi confront Kai. Of course, the battle could go either way. However, winning meant a smoother transition of the Hyuga elites confined within the clan, and losing meant… well, nothing—for Hiruzen, at least.
"A mission?" Hiruzen's calm words cut through the tension. He could never forget Kai's attribute of being a mission junkie.
"Yep," Kai nodded. "If I'm to beat the shit out of a Hyuga, I want it to go to my record." His grin widened. "And that Jutsu… Nah, I don't need it. If I win against the Slave Twin, I also want to fight the other one."
Hizashi gritted his teeth.
"I'm no slave!"
"Sure, whatever you say."
The Youngest Jonin's empathetic tone only stoked the flames of fury within Hizashi as he snarled.
"Hizashi-Kun," Hiruzen interjected placidly. "We cannot force Kai-Kun for a challenge initiated by your Clan. Would your father be willing to accept the change Kai-Kun desires?"
Hizashi bit his fury, effortlessly seeing through Hiruzen's favor for Kai.
"I'll have to ask," Hizashi responded in a low tone.
"See?" Kai chuckled. "If it were the better son, he would have known what his father wanted and wouldn't need to check in with the man for every little decision."
The raging humiliation threatened to eat Hizashi alive as he glared at Kai.
"Oh," Kai continued with a soft giggle. "And tell your Elder Twin. Once I beat him, I want to learn the Gentle Fist, Vacuum Palms, or something similar. Don't bother disturbing me if you can't even do that."
"I'll relay your words to Lord Father," Hizashi snorted. "I shall be leaving, Lord Third."
"I understand. Give Hebi-San my regards," Hiruzen smiled as Hizashi swiftly escaped the office, burning with indignance and shame. His pride took more than a bruising. Kai's words threatened to fracture and atomize it.
"Well, I'm going to hit the archive, too," Kai grinned, quickly leaving the office. He was more than pleased since the effects of the Title's passive favor with the Hokage showed a visible effect!
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Alternate Title: Mito Needs To Chill; Mito Always Has Her Freak On; The Lewd First Lady; She Needs Dat Wood And Sap, Heh, Asap; Mito Breathes (Kyubi: If She Breathes, She's a THOOOOOTTTTT); Mito's On Her Cum Delusion Again; What a Cumless Appetite Does To a Horny Uzumaki; Kai: Damn, She's Tough (Mito: Damn, I'm Easy); Fantasy; Imagine Rikudo's Jutsu Used To Create An Actual Army of Kai To Fuck; Rikudo's Entire Bloodline Is Degenerate; Summons; The Other Child; Slave; Kai's Next Favorite Target: Neglected Children; The Challenge; A Mission?; Junkie Through And Through; Kai's Words Cut Deep; Naruto: Talk No Jutsu (Kai: Ruin No Jutsu); Kai Got No Chill Either, Holy Fuck!
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