2 Chapter 2

(A/N: bNb= Before Naruto's birth, aNb= After Naruto's birth)

1st January to 31st December 17 bNb,

August,

Three years and some months before the start of the Second Shinobi War,

Senju Clan, 3AM

In the morning night,

At that moment, the 21-year-old Tsunade (biologically speaking) didn't think that her 8-year-old brother— still in the academy and about to celebrate his 9th birthday in a few days— was questioning his reality.

She was doing the same thing.

Another thing she couldn't think— another thing she would never question: whether her brother was her brother anymore.

He wasn't...

...And it was a concealed yet fun fact that would forever let her feel unexplored joys. Not just her, sadly...

"Where am I?" His mind far from filled with incestual needs, lewd contingencies, and carelessly-scheduled clan resurgence; when he came to, the young man questioned out loud.

"Where is this place?" When he wondered, he gawked at stately, palatial surroundings.

The style of the spot— an unadorned bedroom— wasn't western, and there were no items such as baldachins nobles from his past life would have. But it was definitely moneyed, affluent, and most of all refined.

"Why am I in bed? And why is there a freaking tatami? Is this Japan?" Unable to recognize his studio, a studio with a desk and seat— where he dozed off— he was uneasy.

"...That thing feels so smooth to the touch, though..." Bewildered, he who darted at a tall, light brown cupboard momentarily skimmed and then properly felt the green flooring with his hand.

"...Someone rich must reside here...But if that's the case...How did I land here?"

"Hmm?" The young man was getting lost in the opulence for a second when he finally paid attention to his hand.

"Wait...Why is it so small?!" Stunned, he scowled and exclaimed.

He was about to exit the futon bed, futon bedsheets, stand and walk towards a sizable, soaring, and movable mirror in the room's corner. But he stopped in his tracks when he was raising his butt...A butt smaller than he recalled.

Suddenly struck by remembrances and recollections, he paused for a few seconds, his gaze going from stunned, haggard, lost, to shocked...In an uncontained yet unsystematic occurrence.

He who strongly recalled a prior and mundane identity moments before suddenly yelled a name—with deja-vu-like and paradoxically bloated intimacy:

"Am I Senju Nawaki?!"

"...Are you for real?!"

"...This is Naruto?!"

When he began feeling dandy and awesome at the irrational yet amazing possibility, the young man— now Nawaki— didn't understand the sensationalistic secret behind his eccentric reality change...A second one...

...But he would never care because he believed in second chances and some of that karma stuff...The good parts...

"...Wait, what's that other thing in the corner?" Feeling the presence of something besides the memories in his new head, in a remote and inconspicuous corner, Nawaki squinted curiously.

"Could this be..."

"...If it's really transmigration, which I can only accept unless I suddenly go back, this should be the cheat everyone writes and dreams about…."

"...But…"

"...This couldn't be what I was coding earlier back in the room, could it? This would be absurd, right?"

"...Except if… I'm a god?"

Nawaki muttered to himself, knitting his brows.

"..."

Recalling transmigration laws and rules, however, he began to think instead of muttering.

'I should be in my own life simulation game…If it's one…'

'...But I doubt I'm a god…If I was one, would I die?'

Nawaki chuckled, thinking this. His thoughts continued to move.

'…So…There should only be one explanation….'

'...I really transmigrated…And this world is real…'

'...To me, at least it is…'

When he thought that, Nawaki recalled some theories about reality being a dream.

…Maybe some higher AI or computer was dreaming everyone in a futuristic world. And the reality everyone thought was everything would end when the computer gets smashed or unplugged…

'...If it's how it is, should I be happy to skip the famous transmigration ceremony with the ROB?'

'...Hmm… let's not cry over spilled milk. I'm in freaking Naruto…As a rich prince…'

'...I should examine this cheat first…It sounds slightly different from what I had yet to finish coding, though….'

'...How do you even open it? Let's see…'

Accepting his new identity and wealthy status— with discomforting thrill— plus a cheat he wanted to examine, Nawaki thought.

It didn't take him long to adjust to many things and new thoughts…Or to forget his stupid father's debts...

…Getting a raw feel of the cheat, he opened the famous transmigration window sometime later.

'...Bro, where does this all come from?'

'...Also, did that guy actually have the wood release?'

'...I don't remember putting that ability in his character slot...'

Looking at the cheat of his own coding and design yet at abilities that he didn't recall putting in the game, Nawaki's mind was muddled.

…Another thing that confused him was that only one of his abilities had a level...

...It was especially odd when he didn't recall including a leveling feature for anybody in the simulation.

[Status: Nawaki]

[Jobs: Shinobi, Playboy (Lvl.1)]

[Unique traits: Wood release, Lustful Ninja, Morning wood, Wooden armor, Wooden stabs]

He took a last and long glance at everything before clicking on the skills. Starting from the one he was most curious about.

[Playboy (Lvl.1): The playboy is a natural-born womanizer who trains thanks to and can choose to strengthen his love partners.]

[Shinobi: The Shinobi is an assassin, a ninja specializing in jutsus.]

[Wood release: A bloodline limit of the wood element.]

[Lustful ninja: The lustful ninja is a perverted shinobi who possesses great talent in pervert, covert, and hidden behaviors.]

[Morning wood: A hardening and elongating sexual technique using wood vitality to give powerful orgasms to women. More if they have yang or wood affinity.]

[Wooden armor: A flesh, skin, and bones hardening technique. Increases defense when used.]

[Wooden stabs: A limb, finger, and toes hardening technique. Increases offense when used.]

"..." Watching his skills a little numbly due to all the surprise, Nawaki had no idea that his new sister was going through a comparable strange experience.

Experiencing the oddest phenomenon she ever did— odder than the eternal Tsukuyomi Madara put her and everyone else in decades before— Tsunade made findings. Post-death ones.

She felt head and intestinal aches, probably due to the hangover her grandma mentioned. So she most likely wasn't dreaming…As irrational as it sounded...

...Wild instincts and seasoned, proven intuitions screamed at her that she had either traveled back through time or reincarnated in some parallel reality.

Secondly, floating, transparent-blue windows in front of her grandmother's diamond-tattooed forehead reminded her that she was undergoing something she couldn't understand. Not with her current knowledge.

[Status: Mito]

[Jobs: Kunoichi, Sealmaster]

[Unique traits: Adamantine chains, Mind's eye of the kagura, Negative emotions sensing]

[Strengths: Sealing, Barrier ninjutsu, Chakra, Taijutsu, Perception, Movement]

Overall...This was a stranger, a more incomprehensible incident than anything she had lived through, seen, or heard of.

Which was view-refreshing considering she lived 95 years.

Yet it was also alarming...

...Especially when she couldn't remember something...

Something she felt like she was forgetting...

*Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding*

"Hiiii!!!" Hearing bell-like sounds, Tsunade jumped out of bed.

Done shaking something, Mito asked, scowling, "Tsunade? What's wrong?"

The old woman was holding a gold-colored bell in her hand. In the family, they used it to call upon servants stationed in the corridors outside the rooms.

"Eh?"

Frightened a moment ago, for a reason she couldn't tell, Tsunade widened her eyes. Then she asked:

"Grandma, what are you doing with the bell? Put it down, please…"

"Hmm?" Mito was confused.

Looking at the bell as if she was looking at an old and nice friend, her gaze returned to her granddaughter.

When it did, she asked strangely, "You lass, how much did you drink? Does this give you head pains too? I was just about to ask for some lukewarm water for you…."

"...You need to drink a lot of it in your state."

"!!" Hearing the suffix *warm* and the word *water*, Tsunade winced again.

She didn't know why she was acting like this. But, besides her already unamusing alcoholic intoxication, her current behavior worried Mito.

Unaware that his big-titted sister was developing a phobia of bells, bell-like sounds, and warm water— until she thinks of healing herself with skills she had no clue she was gifted with— Nawaki walked.

Uncaring and happy.

Since the situation was already like this, he was getting himself a nice tour of the Senju house.

It was very late at night or early in the morning. On his way around the Senju complex, Nawaki met no one except servants and night-shift guards.

He was acquainted with those, so he said hello a few times.

One of them, a nosy one, said politely to him:

"Nawaki-sama, it's very late. Aren't you going to sleep?"

[Status: Bungarama]

[Jobs: Shinobi]

[Unique traits: None]

[Strengths: Chakra, Kenjutsu]

Staring at the man's details, Nawaki, who had noticed how he could examine people's details earlier, replied:

"I felt like the night was pretty, so I took a walk, Bungarama."

"Oh…You remember my name, Nawaki-sama?" The guard, Bungarama, a Senju swordsman with pale blond hair, said.

He was a whole adult chest taller than the eight-year-old Nawaki.

"Of course, I remember the name of everyone in the clan…." Acting like a man of wisdom, Nawaki said. Adding, "Keep this a secret, but I remember even better the women…."

"Eh? Hahaha, as expected of Nawaki-sama. You're only eight, but you're already interested in such things, aren't you?" The guard's eyes went wide for a moment before he laughed and remarked.

He and Nawaki were simple acquaintances before tonight, but now he felt a little close to this young clan prince.

"You're not married yet, are you, Bungarama? How old are you this year?" Nawaki, who was bored, asked.

"No, I'm not very handsome or competent. I have yet to be fortunate and meet somebody who will take me for who I am, Nawaki-sama. I'll be 27 in a few months to your other query." Bungarama scratched his back head and said. He didn't look too proud saying.

"Don't you feel socially awkward? At your age, people in our clan go at it like rabbits, you know?" Nawaki picked his nose, saying.

"Well, to be quite frank, if you allow me to say, Nawaki-sama, you just asked me about marriage…." Bungarama's face changed when he said. He didn't feel gauche talking about such a subject with the eight-year-old Nawaki.

Nawaki recalled that in this world, as long as kids showed interest in this matter, elders would oblige and teach them…Well, not teach directly…

"Ohh??" Nawaki, interested in Bungarama, now said, "How many, then?"

When Bungarama leaned down to whisper something in Nawaki's ear, a voice very close and behind them said:

"What are you doing here at this hour, Nawaki?"

"Hmm?" Turning his head with Bungarama, Nawaki looked at the newcomer.

Knitting his brows as if recalling someone with less ease than normal, he finally said:

"Auntie Tamatsu?"

"What are you doing outdoors at this hour? Not sleeping? It's three in the morning…." Tamatsu, a swordswoman with features oddly similar to Tsunade's— such as large breasts and healthy-pointing nipples— asked. Disregarding Nawaki's surprise in the process.

She was built like the boy's sister from top to bottom, back to front. Except she was evidently older than Tsunade should be now. But her hair, spiky hair, was short, unlike most Kunoichis.

She would be the perfect copy of Mitsuki Bakugo if her eyes were red.

Gazing at the beautiful, stunning middle-aged woman before him, Nawaki replied, "Yes, I couldn't sleep, so I decided to have a stroll…." Done saying, he asked with the same suspicion and curiosity she showed, "But, what about you Auntie? What are you up to?"

When he did, this time, he scanned more than her captivating yet outward details…

[Status: Tamatsu]

[Jobs: Kunoichi]

[Unique traits: None]

[Strengths: Chakra, Kenjutsu, Movement, Defense, Ninjutsu]

Compared to Bungarama, she had more strengths. She also displayed an attribute Nawaki hadn't seen in any Senju thus far during the stroll: [Defense].

"Did you forget my job already?" Tamatsu peered at her nephew strangely and asked.

"Right…" Suddenly digging out a memory— one not very relevant and which he had yet to properly digest— Nawaki replied, "... You're monitoring the night guards."

"Yes." Tamatsu chuckled and answered. Smiling for the first time since earlier. After she did, she took a short, meaningful peek at the now faint and nervous guard behind Nawaki's shoulder.

"..."

...Nawaki was surprised to see him zealous in his duties and stationary, almost like a Saint James queen's guard now, his eyes passing over the distance and surroundings...

Her extended glance at the guard done, Tamatsu turned her face. Then she asked, "...And speaking of underlings that I monitor attentively, can I ask what you were doing with this young fella? Didn't you say you were going for a walk?"

"I was walking," Nawaki stated with an unflinching countenance, although not like Bungarama's. Continuing, "That was until I met Bungarama. He's polite and friendly; you didn't have to scare him like this, auntie."

"Was he?" Tamatsu said, but it didn't look like she cared. "What were you talking about?"

"..." Bungarama's face grew pale when he heard.

Taking a quick look behind him, Nawaki chuckled inside. That guy worried over nothing.

Turning his face at his aunt, an aunt he planned to get to know more— Not relying on the memories— he said:

"Things that stay between us men, auntie. You shouldn't worry about this..."

"...What things?" It probably wasn't her intention, but when Tamatsu asked, her face lightly reddened. Nawaki recalled that she was still unwed at her age.

Speaking of that age, she didn't look it, but the woman was in her early forties.

"Nice things." Nawaki smiled a little pervertedly when he said.

"Bungarama! What did you teach Nawaki?!" Hearing and seeing her nephew's face, Tamatsu yelled.

"...That, it was like this..."

When Bungarama started stuttering, Nawaki interrupted:

"Auntie, I asked. You shouldn't blame an innocent man..."

"Did you?" Stunned, Tamatsu uttered.

"Yes...I want to talk to you about something else. But that's only if you promise not to bully this guy. He's my friend, okay?" Nawaki grabbed his aunt's hand and said.

By now, he recalled from which Senju line she was from. She was descending from one of Butsuma Senju's cousins. In simple words, she was Hashirama's and Tobirama's distant niece.

However...Incest was a thing in the clan, so she and Nawaki's genuine blood relations were a little more complicated.

Elsewhere,

Tsunade was in an upbeat yet fluctuating mood.

Not just because of new and strange phobias.

Her head and belly aching because of booze only her past self should have enjoyed— after Mito fled back to sleep when she hugged her too much— Tsunade looked at floating windows again.

Windows of her own now...

Alien to the transparent, bothering, and hovering box, she wondered.

[Status: Tsunade]

[Jobs: Kunoichi, Medic, Quack (Lvl.1)]

[Unique traits: Quack release, Drunken fist, Drunken meditation, Gambling heal, Deadly acupuncture]

'Quack? What's all this?"

"...Should it be someone's prank?'

'...Also, why is that strengths box missing?'

'...Does it mean I don't have any strengths?'

'...My body is young now, but I was never so weak, was I? It shouldn't be...'

"..."

When she began to question fruitlessly what that [Lvl.1] stuff meant— without thinking of clicking— she recalled something she had asked her grandma.

"Hmfff..." Tsunade exhaled a long sigh and stood out of her bedsheets.

Unable to resist the urge to wake up her brother a minute longer, she walked out of her room.

"Where are you leading me, Nawaki? Did you find anything fishy around here?" Tamatsu asked her nephew. They were on their way to a remote and empty storage house.

"...No, I just want to ask you something important, somewhere quiet." They arrived when Nawaki let go of her warm, soft hand to reply.

He and the beautiful blonde swordswoman of 40+years stood alone, next to a well, when she inquired gently and curiously:

"Is this a good place? What did you want to talk about?"

Nawaki didn't beat around the bush to say:

"Auntie, do you know anyone in the clan with the wood release?"

"Of course not. Why?" Tamatsu chuckled and replied. It was night, so her white and moonlit smile was especially mesmerizing.

Looking at his aunt's amazing teeth, Nawaki recalled how there were toothpaste and toothbrushes in this world— A strange world too advanced in some ways and underdeveloped in others.

Stopping himself from wondering how people brushed their teeth and fought tooth bacteria and tooth cavities in the past, he said:

"What would happen if someone had it?"

"The wood release?" Tamatsu frowned.

Nawaki nodded.

"Nothing much," Tamatsu shrugged and said. "Unless their wood release was as powerful as Hashirama-sama's." Then she continued with an inquisitive frown, "Why do you ask me all this, though? You don't happen to think you have it, do you?"

Unsure whether he should tell his aunt before his sister and grandma, Nawaki said childishly:

"I was just asking. If I'm lucky, grandfather may bless me before I turn nine."

"..." Tamatsu looked amused and delighted when she approached him, stroked his small head gently, and remarked, "...Alright, Nawaki, I wish you can obtain the wood release before your birthday too. If not before, after…"

"...But in the meantime, you should be a good kid and try to go back to sleep. Okay?"

".. It's getting late, and you must attend school in hours. You're the Senju prince. You don't want to snooze during class and get teased by your classmates and prospective peers, do you?"

Hearing the politely-worded yet educative remarks, Nawaki responded. "No, auntie. I'll go back."

When he heeded her wise words, and before he obediently walked back to the main house, the woman gave him a goodnight kiss on the cheek— one with a very nice smell and grown-up body scent.

The boy he was, a bit of a pervert and a playboy, identified those as soap, perfume, and his aunt's pheromones.

Smirking because he made another find— one related to the woman's hormones, and thanks to a job properly blending with him now— Nawaki returned home.

The Senju personal residences, especially the main house, were built a lot like Japanese hot springs,

When Nawaki greeted the two young maids at his door, planning to open his room, he heard a deep womanly voice—One oddly sensual.

It came from the dark, spacious, turfy, and graveled courtyard behind him:

"Where were you, Nawaki? I was starting to worry if not for the maids around here reiterating how you went out for a short walk..."

"...Young man, did you check the time before going for a night stroll?"

Recognizing the voice, Nawaki, who looked toward his room doors, flinched. From excitement.

When he turned to get a first look at the legendary sister he had yet to meet— and which he was a simp of— he was dumbfounded to see her weeping and smiling simultaneously.

When Nawaki returned to his room, planning to get some sleep, he didn't expect to find his sister.

Because it was the case, he didn't think to study her details first when he asked in concern and worry:

"Sorry but… What's wrong, Tsunade? Why are you sitting and crying alone over there?"

"Hmm?" Tsunade suddenly frowned.

Seeing his sister's next change of expression, Nawaki asked with renewed confusion:

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to tell me?"

"..." Tsunade stood in silence, her face strange. She walked toward him and said, "Tell your maids to leave us. I want to talk to you alone inside."

Nawaki sighed, turned to his maids, and said, "You two leave. You heard her."

"Yes, Nawaki-sama." The young maids, two young Senjus said. In the next instance, they walked away far in the brown, wood-floored, open corridor.

Inside Nawaki's room,

"You're acting strange tonight… What's up?" Nawaki remarked. He and his sister sat in front of each other. Very very close…

…And she gave him a long, intense, and strong bear hug.

If not for curiosity and concern, Nawaki didn't mind at all…

Unbothered by the alcoholic scent he could easily discern and pick up, he was enjoying her lovely and womanly smell.

…Even better, the boy was immersed in the feeling of her big, plump breasts bobbing, bouncing on his chest….

"Give me another minute…Just another one…" Tsunade replied.

"..." Nawaki was greatly perplexed, but he didn't speak back. Though he was now familiar with the memories, there were perhaps things he didn't know or couldn't ask.

Tsunade was hugging him affectionately, but doing that, she acted weirdly sad.

She was sobbing with her head resting on his left shoulder—Some tears he didn't understand poured down on that same shoulder every now and then.

He and Tsunade hugged like that for a moment, her sobs shaking and moving their yet-to-be sexually entwined bodies…

…When Nawaki's thoughts went in a perverted direction, Tsunade finally let go of him.

With a slightly embarrassed smile, she wiped her teary eyes before saying:

"...Nawaki, by any chance, do you see windows on people's foreheads? Transparent-blue ones with text inside…."

Nawaki was a Tsunade simp.

He was extremely shocked at her sudden and unexpected question.

But because he was what he was, he didn't think more than two seconds before exclaiming:

"What?! You too?!"

Nawaki was a gamer and a game designer.

The situation in his room turned a little melodramatic and theatrical, a little bit too Oriental for some of the game-making tastes and flavors he studied before dying...

...Wait, this wasn't death...He was about to forget that he didn't die...He had just Isekaied...

...Tactical retreats...minute-lasting trials...bitter yet happiness-driven lies…the boy was compelled to use, go through, and tell many to Tsunade...

...That—all because he didn't want to blow his random, unplanned, but far from undesirable cover...

...He was doing it all for boobs and nipples...And his rekindled, promising-looking identity...

Between him finding out that the PLAYER 2 feature he didn't complete was apparently finalized by whichever hardworking Isekai-ROB— whichever one threw him for an otherworldly loop— Tsunade asking him questions about when he got the strange windows, why they were getting it, what the windows were, and if he knew anyone else having those— plus questions about his new, noticeable wood release and lascivious-sounding skills— About nine to ten minutes passed by,

The windows popped up each time Tsunade walked by or passed by someone on her way to Nawaki's room.

After Nawaki taught her how to stop that from happening, how to open, read, and close the windows, she was finally planning to get back to her room.

That, however, was not before she reminded him:

"Nawaki, besides grandma and me, you shouldn't tell anyone about this ability. It should be something above bloodline limits if I'm right…."

"Alright, Tsuna," Nawaki said obediently, using a nickname he recalled—One invented by their granddad. "I need to go to sleep now."

"Okay." Tsunade smiled and said. After giving him a smooch on his face, sadly not on his mouth, she said, "Don't be late for school tomorrow. I'll wake you up."

"I think you're a little too drunk to do that," Nawaki said. "You're in for a deep sleep."

"Hehe," Tsunade chuckled evilly and replied, "That is if I go to sleep. I don't think I will."

"What are you going to do?" Nawaki asked curiously.

"I'll probably read." His sister answered with a shrug. Opening the door and leaving the room, she said, "Good night."

"Good night, Tsuna." Nawaki stood and said, planning to ask his maids for some cold water before heading back to bed.

He was thirsty. Not just one way…

4AM,

...In Nawaki's old life, he called that hour demon time.

Talking about the new identity, though...

...School days were long, boring, and ended late, but he had to get to class at 10 in the morning,

The lights in the latter's room were finally off,

Resting in his futon, he stared at the dark open space. To be precise, at transparent-blue, thin-air floating windows that he had yet to close.

Those belonged to Tsunade.

[Status: Tsunade]

[Jobs: Kunoichi, Medic, Quack (Lvl.1)]

[Unique traits: Quack release, Drunken fist, Drunken meditation, Gambling heal, Deadly acupuncture]

[Quack (Lvl.1): The quack is considered a heretic, a shameless medical student. But he is a misunderstood expert— Not only in one field or genre.]

[Quack release: A comical, savage, and drunk bloodline limit. The bloodline limit of the natural-born quack.]

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