Naruto's bad bet
Naruto wasn't sure why he was so excited. Kaguya was Ashura's mother. Which he was a reincarnation of.
He wasn't positive how that reincarnation matter really worked. Neither did he know if it was just linked to him having that so-called Ashura Chakra.
He shouldn't have it anymore. Specially because he couldn't use Chakra in this new land.
'Sounds like a bad idea…'
Whether that was the case or not, when his open-air meat shaft, ceased billowing, stopped bearing on his mom's back, he regained some clarity.
The woman, Kaguya Otsutsuki, that fearsome woman that he and Sasuke sealed, certainly was beautiful. But as far as he could recall, she was also trouble.
Hence, the sealing part...
She had dangerous thoughts, world-altering, world-ending desires.
Not sure if she would come weaker, like his mom and her friend, Naruto decided to reschedule her descent on the island.
Her arrival... Her drowning... If she wasn't already slumbering in sea depths only the mysterious windows could explore.
Those were Naruto's latest, random conjectures about how he and the women got stranded.
But regardless, he did what he settled on immediately.
*Cough, cough~~
In his lap, Kushina was starting to spit out water, her eyes still closed, still passed out, when something went amiss. Greatly amiss.
"Fuck me!"
Naruto cussed out straightaway. Again.
He seemed to have been too short-sighted.
He had exchanged what he thought was a sharp knife for a mechanical, chakra-saw.
Staring, looking at the stranded schedule once more, his eyebrow cocked and tingled.
Not because he felt better off…
If he was wary of Kaguya because he didn't comprehend her all her parameters, her motives, such as her being his *mom*, also because he didn't have his harem jutsu back, the next name he read left him anxious… For reasons, reasons he had a complete, thorough grasp of.
… Worst was, he apparently couldn't reschedule again.
The option had disappeared from the window.
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[Stranded Schedule]
[....]
Islander Kaguya rescheduled (-1 year)(Fixed)
Next islander: Tsunade Senju (-15 days)
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'Grandma Tsunade?!'
'Wow...'
After a long, apprehensive, and already jaded sigh, Naruto calmly watched over his mom.
As calmly as the conditions let him.
He was by no means composed when he thought about his newest misgivings.
... He had exchanged a mysterious force for a cumbersome, ungainly one.
Whoever, whatever was masterminding this entire island thing, orchestrating it, seemed to have decided that his hassles were just getting down.
Even when he finally recalled the Pokeball's power, Naruto's stress didn't go away. It just lessened.
...
Back in the Pokecenter. Actual time.
Naruto left his bare mom with Mikoto when he went to his room.
Mikoto was talking with and arranging rags for her at that time.
As developed as the Pokecenter was, seemed to be, it didn't give food. Or clothes.
Naruto would've been immensely grateful for that if his auntie never learned to create from raw stuff.
Goodbye to the unclothed, flasher bliss he had in mind.
As a man, he was not just built different down there, his brain and desires were.
He was also more shameless. More down to fuck.
Thankfully, he didn't pop a boner walking with, standing next to his mom.
She was a lot more beautiful, more stacked, also more naked than the last time they met, by the way.
Naruto had a thing for birth outfits. Birth clothes.
They were best. Particularly his mom's...
Anyhow. Sitting in the dark suite, one of ten in the Pokecenter that would expand in size and rooms in the future, he was planning to head back down.
But that was only as soon as he was finished doing something. With the second window notification from earlier.
He hadn't read it well and didn't keep it open. Because it wasn't as eye-catching and essential as the startling islander's schedule.
By now, he still didn't know what was happening to him. Or where he was precisely.
What he knew, nevertheless, what he had a good idea on, was the kind of presents this place's dripping, flooded outskirts would come up with some mornings.
It was definitely some kind of sex Island. Just for him, he hoped.
He would make sure it was, if not.