Securing Punching Bags

Amidst the hidden forests and secret villages of the shinobi world, a clandestine meeting was arranged between two formidable figures.

Hanma Yujiro, a man of overwhelming power and arrogance, known for his prowess on par with legendary shinobi like Hashirama and Madara, had set his sights on a hidden clan that had remained isolated for centuries.

Within a dimly lit, moss-laden glade, ensconced by age-old trees, Hanma Yujiro, draped in an elaborate black kimono, exuded an aura of intimidation.

His mere presence sent shivers down the spines of Jagan's own subordinates.

The clan he sought to subjugate was the Okabe Clan, led by the stern and stoic Okabe Jagan, a man of unwavering principles and ancient lineage.

As the two men faced each other, Okabe Jagan, dressed in traditional robes, met Yujiro's penetrating gaze with a calm, unyielding demeanor.

A table was set between them, adorned with sake cups and a map of the surrounding territories.

Hanma Yujiro broke the silence, his voice resonating like thunder, "Okabe Jagan, your clan possesses abilities that can greatly benefit my Hanma Clan.

Join me, and your power will be multiplied! Your legacy will be secured, and your clan will no longer dwell in obscurity in these secluded meadow!"

Okabe Jagan raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing, "Yujiro-dono, we have guarded our secrets for generations.

We have no interest in becoming a mere subsidiary to any clan. Our ways are our own, and we have thrived in isolation for centuries.

May I beg to differ and settle this in different manners?"

Yujiro's arrogance was on full display as he sneered, "Isolation will not protect you from the winds of change, Jagan.

I offer you a chance to be part of something greater, to wield power on a scale that you can't fathom.

And you rejected my offer? Are you dumb or your clan just don't want to achieve any glory?"

Jagan remained composed, "Sigh, our freedoms are not for sale, Yujiro-dono. We value our traditions and independence above all else.

We know our limits and content with what we have gere."

Tension hung in the air, thick as the forest itself. Yujiro's hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles white with anger, "Traditions won't be able to protect your clan when the world turns against you."

Okabe Jagan continued to scrutinize Hanma Yujiro with a cautious gaze. "Okay, let's talk abou...power, you say?

What kind of power can you offer my clan that we do not already possess? And why should we abandon our seclusion?"

Hanma Yujiro, his voice dripping with hint of anger, responded, "The power I offer is beyond your imagination! I have connections, resources, and techniques that can elevate the Okabe Clan to the same level as the great clans of the shinobi world.

You will no longer be some hidden clan, but one of the pillars supporting my Hanma Clan!"

As the tense negotiations continued, Yujiro's patience wore thin. Frustration simmered beneath the surface as he perceived Okabe Jagan's unwavering commitment to his clan's isolation.

Hanma Yujiro, a man known for his explosive temper and impulsive nature, could feel the boiling anger welling up within him.

His chakra flared up, causing the very air around him to quiver. It was a clear sign that his irritation had reached a critical point.

"Do you still want to reject my proposal?" he demanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

The words dripped with a thinly veiled threat, a manifestation of the storm brewing within him.

Yujiro's eyes blazed with anger, and his presence alone sent a powerful shockwave through the clearing, unsettling the surrounding trees and making his subordinates take a step back.

Okabe Jagan, who had maintained a stoic facade throughout, couldn't help but shiver at the palpable fury radiating from Yujiro.

The situation had escalated, and the power imbalance between the two leaders was now more pronounced than ever.

Okabe Jagan, caught between his desire to preserve his clan's traditions and the very real threat emanating from Yujiro's anger, found himself in a difficult position.

He knew that he needed to make concessions, or the consequences could be dire.

Before Jagan could even reply, Yujiro's chakra, which had flared up in anger moments ago, began to recede.

The intensity of the moment gradually eased, though an air of disappointment still lingered around Yujiro.

With a hint of disappointment in his voice, Yujiro continued, "Are you that stubborn to refuse my olive branch, Jagan?"

He leaned in closer, his words dripping with a subtle menace, "Perhaps I should reconsider my offer and bury your male clan members, leaving only the women and children."

He grinned wickedly, "What do you think, Jagan?"

The veiled threat hung heavily in the air, and Okabe Jagan was acutely aware of the gravity of the situation.

He understood that he needed to find a middle ground, to protect his clan's identity while also ensuring their safety and a place within Yujiro's alliance.

After a tense moment of contemplation, Jagan finally spoke, "Sigh. Very well, Yujiro-dono. We accept your proposal."

Jagan raised a skeptical eyebrow, his concerns laid bare as he addressed Yujiro, "But how do you plan to ensure our loyalty?

Even if I were to agree, most of my clan members would never accept such an alliance."

Yujiro responded with a dismissive wave of his hand, his voice filled with an unwavering confidence, "When they witness my power, they will cower, whether they want it or not. There will be no room for dissent."

Jagan's forehead glistened with sweat as his concerns continued to mount. He understood the gravity of the situation and the need to secure his clan's safety, even if only to some extent.

He responded to Yujiro's concerns with a determined tone, "Very well, Yujiro-dono. But you also need something that guarantees Obake Clan's loyalty, like a binding agreement.

You know how some of the members can be rather stubborn for their own good, and I don't want their obstinacy to incur your wrath later on. I doubt you'd appreciate being pestered by them, would you?"

Yujiro's eyes gleamed with a wicked glint as he considered Jagan's request.

He acknowledged, "A binding agreement, you say? Hm, you're right, I would be truly annoyed if your clansmen became a nuisance to me.

I can't promise not to harm them if they are too stubborn. So, what do you have in mind?"

Jagan hesitated briefly before making a surprising proposition. "How about a marriage alliance? You marry my daughter, and our clans will be forever bound by blood.

This would ensure that we have a place in the ruling structure of your clan for years to come."

Yujiro's eyes widened in surprise. A marriage alliance was not what he had expected.

He replied with a hint of playfulness, "Hm, I have two women now, one more won't be too much, I guess. But the real question is, will your daughter agree to it?"

Hanma Yujiro's gaze was unyielding, locked onto Jagan's daughter, who stood nearby with an expression as inscrutable as the enigmatic forest around them.

Her monstrous visage, though fearsome to some, radiated serenity, giving Yujiro no hint of any misgivings about her sudden arranged marriage.

It seemed that she had already anticipated her role in this alliance.

The prospect of marrying into a clan of monsters gave Hanma Yujiro pause. His mind raced as he contemplated the gravity of this sudden additional commitment before him.

The idea of such an unconventional union filled him with a mixture of intrigue and apprehension.

Although, he wasn't that averse to it, but why should he settled for ugly looking women when he can get the most beautiful beauty?

But he knew that this decision would have profound implications for both clans.

Just as he was about to voice his reservations, Okabe Jagan interjected quickly, seizing the opportunity to provide more information, "Wait, there's something I must tell you, Yujiro-dono.

Our clan possesses the unique ability to transform back into normal humans.

So you don't have to worry if my daughter is not worthy of a man of your stature; I swear she will be a sight to behold! She is also one of the kindest members in our clan and surely will make a great wife."

Jagan continued, explaining the unusual circumstances, "We are normally in our monstrous forms because we've spent countless hours in these shapes during our childhood to train our minds and bodies.

This allowed us to wield this power without any adverse effects on our sanity. As a result, we are more comfortable in our monstrous forms compared to our normal human appearance."

Yujiro's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he observed the members of the Okabe Clan surrounding them.

Their monstrous features underwent a remarkable transformation, shifting into more human-like appearances. It was a sight to behold, and it challenged his previous notions about the nature of this clan.

Hanma Yujiro's initial skepticism dissolved into a profound sense of intrigue as he delved deeper into the implications of the Okabe Clan's extraordinary ability.

The idea of gaining access to a method of transformation that didn't use the mundane and ordinary stirred a deep curiosity within him.

With an air of genuine fascination, Yujiro redirected his attention back to Jagan, his voice brimming with a barrage of questions, "That's a truly remarkable ability.

It appears that your clan possesses a unique method for this transformation, one that transcends the conventional and banal. How exactly does this distinctive capability factor into the proposal?

Jagan provided a response that carried the weight of his clan's dedication, "By merging our clan with the esteemed Hanma Clan.

You will be granted access to our exclusive method for transforming into the forms you've aptly referred to as 'monsters.'

Consider it a gift we are willing to share as a sign of our commitment and loyalty to the Hanma Clan."

Hanma Yujiro pondered the profound implications of this revelation with the meticulous care it deserved.

The prospect of acquiring such an extraordinary and unique method held undeniable allure.

He couldn't help but steal a glance at his daughter once more, silently contemplating the monumental decision that lay before him.

After a contemplative pause, Hanma Yujiro finally made his decision known, his deep voice resonating with a sense of resolution, "Very well, Jagan. I accept your proposal for a marriage alliance.

This unique ability is not only intriguing but holds the potential to be a truly valuable asset for my clan. As I can detect that your clan seems to have the method to inherently wield the natural energy."

With his agreement voiced, Yujiro couldn't contain his curiosity any longer.

His eyes met Jagan's, and he asked with a tone of genuine interest, "But may I get the pleasure of seeing the woman who will soon be my woman? I want to know her name and witness her appearance."

Acknowledging his request, Jagan nodded, giving his daughter the signal to reveal herself.

The young woman, who had stood there all along, underwent a remarkable transformation, changing into a breathtaking vision.

Her brown eyes radiated warmth and intelligence, and her long, waist-length, burnt orange hair flowed like a cascade of flames, framing her delicate features.

Her most noticeable physical trait was her slender yet curvaceous figure, with a striking emphasis on her well-endowed, large breasts.

She wore her hair in bangs gracefully tucked behind her ears with the aid of elegant hairpins, which added a touch of charm to her appearance. Her hair cascaded in rich, wavy locks, further enhancing her allure.

With grace and composure, she introduced herself to Yujiro, her face carrying the poise of one who had accepted her fate.

With a hint of innocence and naivety in her voice, the transformed young woman spoke, "Hello, Yujiro-dono. My name is Obake Orihime."

(Orihime's image)

Yujiro couldn't help but nod with an approving glint in his eyes. He was visibly impressed by the young woman's beauty and presence.

In his mind, he couldn't help but make an internal comparison, noting that she was on par with the likes of Raikou and Yuko, two individuals who also held kingdom toppling beauty.

Intrigued and satisfied with what he had seen, Yujiro continued, his tone contemplative, "What are your feelings regarding this sudden situation, Orihime? Do you harbor any resentment towards me?"

But Orihime quickly shook her head, "I do not resent you, Yujiro-dono. Although, I'm the patriarch's daughter, my talent in our clan's transformation is only subpar."

Then she immediately waved her hands worriedly, "B-but I'm quite talented in the healing department! So, I'm sure I'll be of some help to you, Yujiro-dono."

Yujiro, true to his character, brushed off her concern with a touch of arrogance, "I won't need any healing because my body becomes stronger when it's damaged and heals naturally.

But I won't deny that healing skills might come in handy for my clan in the future."

He continued in his typically brash manner, "Orihime, remember this—I don't mistreat those who don't cross me. Just be yourself. You're my woman now, and I don't let any of my women suffer."

Orihime, nodded in understanding and replied with genuine sincerity, "Thank you, Yujiro-dono. I will do my best to be of service and support you in any way I can.

Your kindness is greatly appreciated, and I look forward to being a part of your clan and standing by your side."

While Yujiro contemplated the situation, he couldn't help but wonder, 'Is she really this easy, or is she just that naive and forgiving? Sigh, it seems like more emotional trouble will be coming my way.

Whatever, it won't change the way I live my life anyway.'

Turning his face toward Jagan, he spoke with a no-nonsense tone, "Now, let's get down to business. I accept Orihime as my woman to ensure the loyalty of your obstinate clansmen."

He paused briefly to set the ground rules, "Just to be clear, Jagan, only my direct descendants and family members will bear the Hanma name."

With a stern gaze, Yujiro continued, "Let's move forward. I will now lay down the terms of this alliance, and it's imperative that they are adhered to without question."