GrindKage

I doggedly chased after that thick Taimanin ass as it twerked up and down, drawing me in with a desperation to bury my face in those ample cheeks and give her my best Futurama Richard Nixon impersonation. I could smell her sex as her pink holes opened and closed, pulled apart by the momentum of her bountiful buns spreading on the upswing, then slamming shut as they clapped together on the downswing, their perfect curvature rippling from the meaty collision. It gave a man motivation to keep putting one foot in front of the other, even though with each step she remained just out of reach. 

I'd have to check if I somehow added an Issei Hyoudou Template after this run, because this delicious day dream is giving me the power to push past my limits. It's also given me a mighty boner, and my fellow trainees felt no shame mocking me for it. Just ahead of us Speed-0-Sound Sonic ran, backwards.

"You are all sad excuses for shinobi!" she screamed her insults, not even out of breath as she backpedaled faster than us, "Class 5, pathetic!"

"I'll kill you, bitch!" Ringo screamed and tried to put on a burst of speed to catch the source of our humiliation, but collapsed as her legs spasmed with intense cramps. 

"And then there was one!" Sonic shouted in glee, but the byplay went right over my head as I tunnel vision focused on my hallucinated twerking Taimanin. 

Even the power of thick ninja ass eventually failed me and I too collapsed, only kept out of the mud by landing painfully on my kickstand. 

"Oh God! The horror!" I shrieked and cradled my injured cock.

"That's what you get!" Sonic pranced around me, laughing at my pain. 

"Laugh it up all you want." I growled through grit teeth at the prick, "You're the one who has to carry us all home." 

"Tch." Sonic spat before she hauled me up onto her shoulder. 

The acceleration hit me like the first drop on a roller-coaster, and Sonic had me back home in a blur and whirlwind inducing sprint. 

"Hrgk!" I grunted when she dropped me ass first into the waiting ice bath. 

Soon the Seven Swordswomen of the Mist joined me, though Juzo Biwa is the only member with one of the legendary blades currently. I'd handed over Kubikiribocho, cause honestly the sword is mid. I've seen people straight up block that thing with kunai. I'd much rather wield a sword capable of enhancing my power, rather than nerfing it. As such I'd Template Stacked Shigure using the points I gained from Capturing Juzo with Mito Uzumaki. The woman already possesses intense smithing and metallurgy skills, and I can't wait to see what she creates with Chakra Metal and a broad introduction to Sealing Jutsu. 

Gengestu entered the recovery hall with a scroll in hand, obviously import otherwise the matter would have waited until I rejoined her in my office. She tossed me the scroll with a smirk on her face, "Congratulations on the upcoming nuptials."

I examined the scroll as my body protested the cold and made me suffer from the exercise. 

"An invitation to parley on neutral ground." I explained the contents, "I agree. We'll meet at the fishing village a half dozen miles to the east in… ten days. Let them stew on it a bit." 

Also give me time for my shadow clones to finish brainwashing the people of Kirigakure. As much as Gengestu might complain about me strapping her to my workstation, I let her out for two hours a day to teach me genjustu, which unlike the sessions with Shigure and Sonic requires no change in my tangible prowess to achieve, its pure skill work, and thus easy gains. The best kind! With Gengetsu's help my clones blanket the entire village in genjutsu carrying mist, providing my mind altering powers to the people. 

No more cowardice, no more laziness, no more greed, just the grit and determination to do what's right for the village. No more politics, just the greater good. Through the powers of The Company and sweet ninja magic, I have turned the fantasy of the New Soviet into reality in a fictional world! That's a lot of steps removed from the possibilities of my old mundane life, but if back home they try real hard and not sweat the small stuff like the sacrifice of over a hundred million people, they too can achieve this level of Communism. 

Get on my level, you filthy casuals.

Jokes aside, through Hiruzen's massive experience as a Ninja and Ruler - the quality of some decision making aside, it just serves as experience with what not to do! - I know the ins and outs of the perfect shinobi and kunoichi. Zabuza also had ideas on this, and I did too. Those ideas were wrong, and Zabuza was closer to the truth than I was as a fan of the series. Hiruzen on the other hand spent his long life studying the various shinobi philosophies and allowing them to play out within his village with his encouragement. Pushing personal nindo as he did allowed him to watch over as thousands of ninja lived and died by their beliefs. While the man had little control over the distribution of talent, his work as a human gardener of sorts allowed the flowers to grow as they may to become correlations over time. As much as people might screech that correlation doesn't equal causation, those people are assholes. Causation is incredibly hard to pin down, and often is a fusion beast of many inputs that are too hard for a single researcher to ever understand, even many researchers can fail, often muddling the field. Correlation is good enough most of the time, and most of the time it's all you will ever get. 

TLDR, Hiruzen knows best, even if he had trouble implementing it before the end of his life. I blame it on losing a step to old age, habits being hard to break (unless you have Inculcation Talent, then it's a breeze!), and societal inertia (also easy to break across my knee!). Since I don't have any of those problems, I can raise up a village of splendid shinobi, even if I'm dealing with nothing but bottom tier talent. Talent can make a shinobi exceptional, but it is the spirit that makes a shinobi splendid. Just take Kakashi for example. Top tier talent ruined by a bum spirit. It wasn't until he finally liberated his spirit from the ghosts of his past that he rose up the man he should have always been. 

My understanding of the perfect shinobi permeates, infiltrates, and inculcates every person in Kirigakure who owes loyalty to the village. In the fine print of my contract this includes double agents in my forces and civilian infiltrators, though not stealth based spies. By donning the persona of someone who owes me fealty, they put themselves in a legal grey area that voids the protections they had from their loyalty to my 'peers'. As this covers the vast majority of espionage, my home base transforms into an information black hole. 

Pulling myself out of the tub, I transitioned to a herbal bath prepared by Haku. The hot exposure after cold did things to my body that took my breath away for a moment, and I felt the agony of the day receding inch by painful inch. Small comfort considering I put it through many miles of torture. A man needs to work hard to keep from running straight into the power cliff in this setting. The leads aren't just supremely talented beings, they also get power up handjobs on the reg. Madara should have called foul. He grinded, worked, planned, and schemed for decades to get his. Daddy Hagaromo just handed the twerps what they needed. 

What's a kage got to do to get some lubrication around here?

"Mei." I growled. 

I need more Points, and only have 11 on hand right now in the form of Gozu and Mizu, but I need them to remain male as confirmed parts of my administration. Show the world that I'm loyal to those who stayed by my side through thick and thin. Until we can grant them a heroic demise, they are off the table as sharing my Company benefits with other men reeks of cuckoldry. Yagura pinned me rightly there. A deep part of me won't stand for it, despite logic to the counter. 

I'm a mafakin Contractor, damn all logic. I'm in a Shonen, logic was already somewhere in the deep recesses of Hell to begin with. World building consistency and narrative pay off? What's that? Is it tasty? As such I will not belly ache about my 'insecurities' costing me points! It's not insecure to live your life avoiding cuck tendencies and behaviors. That's just common sense and basic decency. 

Still though, I've spent every point so far wisely, tolerating no kind of play. Without transing my homies, and Ao and Chojuro for the same reasons my budget remains lean until I can track down Utakata, the Jinchuriki of the six tailed slug, Saiken. Mei's points are already earmarked for purchasing Template Stacking I & II of Tsunade for Haku. Of my available assets for Ninja Healers, she's the best even downgraded to Tier 5. Hopefully between Haku and Shigure with her limited Mito stack we can takedown Utakate non-lethal and prevent Saiken from dispelling genjustu cast on him. 

The 56 Points for his capture are a choice prize, but I really want to utilize the man as a vehicle to Capture Saiken for that juicy prime grade 112 Points. With that bounty I'll be able to round out my Defenses needed to really put the hurt onto the Otsutsuki. Even at the Resistance level, harming the alien space god's capacity to sense and attack along esoteric vectors cripples a great deal of what makes them special snowflakes. I'm pretty sure they can throw hands like a pack of roided out kangaroos, but you gotta start somewhere. 

I rose from that herbal bath infused with the renewed vigor of a man who can win the game without turning into a cuck. My body still hurt like I'd stuffed myself through a meat grinder, but I had vigor.

"I would like to discuss a deeply personal matter with you, Lord Zabuza." Haku expressed while she dressed me.

"Talk while we work Haku." I told her as I raised my fist, "There's more training to do!" 

Haku frowned, but great shinobi skills don't build themselves… unless you're Naruto or Sasuke.

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