Tsunade

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Menma had been building the base of operations cautiously and calmly for a month. The easiest thing was to install the pipes for water, air, and others since he only needed to use Kinton Chakra, which he usually uses for adamantine sealing chains, and modify it.

It was more difficult, instead, to use the money that his slaves had saved to build under strict confidentiality a greenhouse, which would be destined to house various herbs for his plans.

On the other hand, Kushina and Konan, as ordered by their master, began to exercise in their spare time to regain their full physical condition and stylize their bodies.

They used the spacious room with the gym for that purpose. They did aerobics as a start, and little by little, they bought varied equipment to exercise correctly, such as weights, abdominal exercisers, bars, bicycles, and other devices.

They equipped the place for the two of them in the beginning, and later, using the money left over from the expenses indicated by their master, they expanded it for the future slaves of the clan.

The results of the month they had been training were noticeable every time the Uzumaki Prince carefully reviewed their bodies, feeling how their ass cheeks gradually became firmer and more shapely. Their breasts and waists also tightened while their abs were perfectly marked.

Their arms also increased gradually in muscle mass resulting from his dedicated exercise.

To stock up or when they received visitors, he had his slaves wear loose-fitting, long-sleeved dresses and long aprons to hide their increasingly evident physical changes.

It was also because he was becoming increasingly twisted. He often found that his desire for control was increasing, wanting to be the only one who ever saw their perfect bodies.

Outside of that, when possible and expenses permitted, both women bought various suggestive outfits solely for the delight of their master.

Their physical and mental training was carried out just as the Uzumaki Heir planned ...

Currently, Menma and his slaves found themselves in the living room of their house, taking a break from their respective activities.

They were sitting in one of the wide armchairs in their living room, with Menma among his slaves, as always Kushina on the right and Konan on the left.

They were currently making a conscientious list of the clan's best candidates to be enslaved.

Menma wore black pajama pants with leather bracers on his arms and no shirt.

His slaves wore highly sexualized mini skirts that markedly highlighted their asses and white buttoned tops, which could barely contain their perky breasts and exposed their shapely bellies. All this was finished with ninja sandals with exaggerated heels that complemented the look.

"Well, master, there is Hinata Hyuga, who at the time was her clan's princess. However, she was exiled and is currently a single mother."

Kushina said, showing the notebook before the three and writing down the name.

"Her eyes, despite everything, are the purest that the Hyuga can offer."

"Assimilating the Byakugan would be a great advantage for the clan."

Complemented Konan reflexively, reading the name.

"That girl is our age and has a very vulnerable mental state. You could take over her mind easily, master …."

"The problem is that she has two children, a boy and a girl."

Kushina returned to the word with an analytical expression.

"And now that I think about it, one of them, the boy, has a suspicious resemblance to Minato …."

"Are you suggesting that Minato committed adultery during his marriage?" Konan asked expectantly

"It's possible …" the Uzumaki prince's biological mother replied.

"Minato was too permissive and docile during our marriage, something quite rare for relationships in these times. Perhaps it was the result of guilt."

"You may be right …" Menma's adoptive mother added.

"Now that I remember, that boy named Boruto looks a lot like Minato."

'Kushina talks about Minato's possible infidelity as if it meant nothing to her. Good, that shows that the emotional disassociation of her memories has been a complete success'

Menma gave a wicked smile thinking of this.

'Then everything seems to indicate that the methodology developed to brainwash during Operation Spiral is perfect….'

The Uzumaki Heir adopted a serious expression and spoke.

"Even so, we still need to infiltrate the Konoha high command to cover up our activities and obtain the necessary funding to accelerate the completion of our base of operations."

He spoke firmly.

"You're right, master."

Kushina smiled adoringly at him.

"That's right," Konan replied with the same gesture as Kushina.

"It is your right to decide to direct your slaves …"

Menma was about to speak when the bell at the house's entrance was heard.

The three turned to look at the door, and the women immediately adopted severe expressions.

Soon, both began to walk towards the exit of the building. Near the door that separated the house from the patio, there was a coat rack on which hung those loose and sober dresses that the two quickly put on to go to the entrance and heed the call.

"Hello, girls... How are you?"

"Tsunade-sensei! Long time no see!" Kushina declared with feigned enthusiasm, imitating the original Kushina.

"Good afternoon, Tsunade-sama," greeted the Konan with a respectful bow, replicating what the original Konan would do.

The visitor was no less than the famous Sannin Tsunade …

A voluptuous blonde woman with generous breasts and a robust backside who wore a gray kimono-style shirt, sleeveless and quite low-cut, tight to her body thanks to a blue sash of the same color as her pants. She wore sandals with high heels, which highlighted her statuesque figure.

"What brings you here?" Asked Kushina curiously.

"Why don't we discuss it inside?" Said the famous medical Kunoichi, looking sideways at her with subtle distrust.

"As you say, Tsunade-sama," answered the amber-eyed female, making way to let the beautiful blonde pass.

Tsunade entered the building, followed by the slaves, who began to eat her with their eyes. Due to their programming, they were now incredibly attracted to strong and attractive females, and Tsunade certainly fit the bill.

With each step she took, they were enraptured by the swaying of that firm heart-shaped ass.

On the other hand, the Sannin looked at the place with curiosity since, after saving Kushina's life after the Kyuubi attack, she left the village in the company of her favorite student, Shizune Kato.

When she left, they were located at another address; therefore, the new home of Kushina and Konan caught her attention.

"And where is Shizune, Sensei?" Kushina asked while discreetly looking at the ample breasts of her teacher.

"I'll explain to you in a moment …."

The blonde finally entered the house after the short tour of the garden, and the first thing she saw was the little boy sitting on the wide sofa, smiling.

The boy looked good with those marks on his cheeks, giving him a roguish charm, and his black hair and icy blue eyes gave him this air that was hard to look away from.

When he was just born, many people thought it was odd that he didn't inherit any looks from Minato, but it was later confirmed that it was due to the Kyuubi.

Sadly they had no answers on why, as nobody except Menma had ever had his looks affected by becoming a Jinchuuriki.

What had indeed happened was that the Kyuubi being an embodiment of hatred and malice, part of that hatred and malice was incorporated into Menma.

Apparently, because of his modified genes, they rushed to accept certain aspects of the Kyuubi that would be beneficial when the opportunity presented itself. Still, nobody in Uzushio guessed it would happen just after he was born.

This caused some complications and was part of the reason for Menma's current personality.

Menma also understood this, but he was much happier living this way than as a puppet of the Uzumaki.

Moving away from the topic, Menma also observed the Sannin with marked curiosity.

He knew who she was through Kushina's memories, but seeing such a spectacular woman in person was another thing.

She was the granddaughter of Mito Uzumaki and had Uzumaki ancestry, which was another reason to assimilate her into her clan. Besides, she would surely know where her grandmother's grave was, a secret currently guarded by the high command of Konoha.

He had already had her in her sights to hunt her down in the future, but now she was presenting herself on a silver platter for him.

That said, this was an opportunity that he would not miss since the woman was famous for leaving the village for years without even saying where she was going.

"Good morning"

Menma greeted kindly while he discreetly kept the list they were working on moments before.

"Wow, the last time I saw you, you were a baby …" Tsunade sat curiously beside the boy.

"How have you been?"

"Who are you?" Menma stepped into his role as a 6-year-old boy, looking with feigned naivety at the woman.

"She is Tsunade-sensei, sweetheart" Kushina assumed the role of her to perfection.

"She is very dear to me, and you already know her, but you were only an adorable baby when you saw her last time."

"That's right, sweety," Konan added, smiling, supporting her partner.

"That's not to mention that she is one of the strongest Kunoichi in the world; Tsunade-sama is an amazing woman and Ninja."

"Really?" The boy replied with fake surprise,

"Wow, you're awesome!"

"Well, just a little …" The renowned Kunoichi was in a good mood with the compliments she was receiving.

"And speaking of something else ... Don't you think it's time for dinner?" The woman murmured when she felt that she was starting to get hungry.

"Ramen!" The Ultimate Prince shouted with sincere enthusiasm.

"To dinner then!" Said the housewives with great smiles and perfect timing.

Menma following behind them, was lost in thought.

These were the moments when Menma thought about what his life would have been if he wasn't a being conceived to avenge and rebuild a nearly dead clan.

Although he was initially frustrated to find his life without choice, he recently found that it wasn't so bad. While before, his life was peaceful.

He truly didn't enjoy it.

Every day he was forced to stay inside for fear, somebody would hurt him out of irrational hatred. He longed for knowledge all so that he could perhaps fill the void of boredom that was his life. The idea that he was not living but simply in a state of existence before that day was something he found himself thinking recently.

Now he had all the knowledge he could ever want and a goal he could spend his life trying to complete, and who said he couldn't enjoy himself on the way?

Menma gave a wicked smirk to himself as he followed them into the dining room.

The dining room table was soon ready, and the three women prepared to eat with the young prince, who, as always, sat flanked by his mothers, while the famous Sannin was placed on the other side of the table to face the family.

"Then tell us, Tsunade-sensei," Kushina stopped eating for a moment to start talking.

"Why did you come to visit? Did something happen?"

"Well …"

The woman left her delicious food for a moment to answer her student.

"What happens is that …" The blonde was slightly embarrassed.

"I came to hide for a while from the collectors."

"Ah Tsunade-sensei, you never change…" Kushina shook her head before turning towards her master ad giving an adoring look.

"I don't see the bad!" The voluptuous woman replied, annoyed.

"Don't worry, Tsunade-sama," Konan said while giving her master a glass of water.

"You can stay as long as you need."

"Well, I think I'll take your word, Konan."

Tsunade looked curious at the treatment of women toward the boy.

Tsunade could understand the devotion with which both women cared for the little boy since he had come into their lives amid hard emotional losses: Minato for Kushina, Nagato, and Yahiko for Konan.

Perhaps both saw the boy as the successor of the three, which is why they showed him so much affection.

And while they finished eating and picking up the table, he began to think, since he kept a dark secret that no one knew ...