CH7: Drunken Anko

Anko had a hands-off teaching style that worked well for him. He only saw her once in the morning and evening, but during the weekend, Silas was a free man. Silas knew the feeling would only last until Monday; his schedule felt like a soul-crushing 9 to 5.

Silas took a loan from Konoha bank and bought an old, abandoned house on the poorer side of town. The bank gave shinobi loans even without prior credit, which could lead to a problem for them down the line, but that wasn't his problem. He had an old, abandoned house to renovate.

After he tore down a few walls for an open space, he got to work on some designs. Unfortunately, getting a gravity chamber together wasn't an option yet. His sealing was still at a beginner level, with few exceptions in the category.

Silas took a massive helmet out of a scroll and turned it over. Several seals were plainly visible inside, with a glass visor covered in yet more seals.

This was his first attempt at making a DBZ-style scouter, and it wasn't working out like he wanted. Chakra was easy enough to detect with the right seals, and the more of it someone had, the easier it was to detect. He tapped the side of the helmet, and his ears rang like a gong.

It loaded the seal for a second and gave a read-out of 1.3. Behold, Silas's chakra level was 1.3 compared to the 1.0 it had been when he finished the helmet three days ago. But unfortunately, there was a problem with the helmet. As a beginner in sealing, space was a massive issue, and his awesome scouter had to be extended to facilitate the seal.

Silas put the scouter on and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He looked like a pinhead. Three feet of helmet top extended over his head welded on to facilitate the seal. Instead of a compact device like a scouter, he had a massive, eye-catching helmet.

He couldn't sell it. Despite the utility, it was an eyesore that no shinobi would be caught dead wearing.

That brought him to the purpose of the old rundown house he bought. Silas tossed the scroll containing the helmet in a corner and left the house. He bought the house to horde the things he couldn't bear to throw away. He had the seal down, but it was useless until he learned enough to decrease its size. The best place for it was an old, abandoned house on the wrong side of town.

While locking up his new house saw Naruto walking down the street.

Naruto flipped a three-pronged kunai in his hand like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Hey Naruto, what do you have, buddy?" Silas asked.

It was an accident ready to happen, and Silas didn't know if he wanted to stop it or watch the show. He had some time to kill before he returned to the abandoned factory to chill and tinker with gravity seals.

"It's mine. I found it." Naruto said.

"You can keep it; how is your team doing," Silas asked.

"Sakura has been giggling, and Sasuke is acting weird around me," Naruto said.

Naruto flipped the kunai in his hand, and Silas felt a flicker of something. The edges of the handle were very warned, and Naruto's handling of it didn't help the situation. Silas didn't know what was happening, but it was none of his business. If Naruto wanted to play around with space-time, that was his business.

Naruto smirked. "Are you jealous I get to hang out with Sakura all day; when was the last time you saw her?" Naruto asked.

"Yea, super jealous. Have a great day; will you do that for me, pal," Silas said.

Naruto stared at him but went on his way, playing with a flying thunder god, kunai.

Did he find it in one of the training grounds? Even if he did, that doesn't really matter. It was Kakashi's problem and had nothing to do with him.

That seal was about to activate, and Silas wasn't dumb enough to get near it. Any sane man would turn around and get back to their own business. He was a Genin; how was he supposed to know the seal was unstable? Yea, he studied seals but so did a lot of shinobi. A Genin shouldn't be able to understand anything about the flying thunder god kunai.

Literally, anything could happen. The seal was frayed, making what it could do completely unpredictable. Naruto was the son of the fourth Hokage, so he might be able to activate it. Silas didn't know for sure, and the damage to the seal played a part.

A vision of the tailed beast ball Minato teleported on Naruto's birth suddenly appearing and slamming down on the village came to mind. Silas shook the image off like water off a duck's back. Of course, that was impossible, but as of Boruto, time travel was possible. An unpredictable space-time tool could do practically everything but probably just fail.

He made his way to the training ground abandoned factory and tried to put Naruto out of his mind. Why should he give his weekend to Naruto instead of doing something fun?

If he told the Hokage, it might be the last straw, and the Lord Third might get serious. Inoichi Yamanaka might pay his mind a visit. The game would be over if that happened, and they would do anything to dig out his secrets.

He wouldn't go to the Hokage directly unless there was no choice. So it would be safer to warn Sakura.

Silas wasn't in the greatest state of mind, but he was getting better. The Naruto world was an island of sanity that was the multiverse.

Silas drew a few seals on his dry erase that could when applied to a resin. The seals would give it movement by the nature of a few small reactions, nothing explosive but enough to make parts of it twitch. Every breakthrough led to more problems; he wouldn't know what they were until he saw his creation in action. A smirk spread across Silas's face; this breakthrough made him feel like he was finally cooking with grease and getting some traction.

He made a few calculations with the size of the seals he needed to start making it work and came out to a few tons of resin. Silas found the heating and cooling seals he needed to make the resin flexible as water and rigid as stone at the appropriate times.

He couldn't control the puppet-like the sand shinobi. After an extensive library search, he found a book that taught chakra strings written by an Uchiha in the second great shinobi war. Unfortunately, he didn't have the chakra control to use them. So, while he could pack everything up and devote his free time to learning tree walking and water walking, he was too busy.

The Naruto situation had eaten at him while he tried to concentrate on the seals.

Sticking his nose where it didn't belong killed him more often than not. But if he did nothing, something was bound to happen or not.

He worked on his project for a few more hours and then put his stylus down. Scrolls covered in sealing scripts designed to solve the problem of movement for his pseudo summons lay on the floor. Looking at his work freshly after finishing made him want to start over; his work was subpar, and he knew it. Unfortunately, Silas's heart wasn't in it.

So, he decided to kindly give the Naruto problem to his sweet and wonderfully sexy Sensei.

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Silas found Anko at a bar drunk with a pile of Dango sticks scattered in front of her. Anko wheezed something unintelligible while Silas counted out enough Ryo to pay her bill. He even tipped the pretty bartender serving drinks.

"Bah rat, wut u doing ear," Anko said.

"Hey Sensei, do you have a sober-up jutsu? I think you need it." She puked her guts out on his shoes the second they left the bar. "Well, that's one way to not gain weight." Anko hiccupped and groaned as he carried her towards her apartment. "You should take better care of yourself."

She flipped through a few hand signs, and her complexion started clearing up. "Don't be gay," Anko said as he carried her towards her floor. "Brat, why are you here? Do you know how many free drinks I was getting from that barkeeper and the civilians?"

"I want moral support. And why is there a jutsu to make you sober?" Silas asked.

"You're cute, brat," Anko said.

Silas found her door broken off its hinges with graffiti everywhere. Shit had been tossed around the room like confetti. He looked back from the mess in front of him to Anko before leaving for his apartment.

"Are our fellow leaf shinobi targeting you?" Silas asked.

"Brat, this isn't my apartment. I think you walked into the wrong building. Look at the pictures, the ones covered in shit they aren't mine. Just take me to your place." Anko said.

That took a second to process as he carried her over rooftops. Someone had either been kicked out of their apartment and tried to up the property damage as revenge, in which case a lawsuit against them was coming. Or it could be an ex-boyfriend or girlfriend. It was nice to see problems that weren't easily solved by the Konoha police.

"Why would someone do that?" Silas asked.

"I interrogate people like that all the time. They're normally balling. Surprisingly it's mostly civilian girls who do it from rich merchant clans." Anko said.

"In another life, I raped an entire city in a grand murder orgy to make myself look better. Then in my next life, I became a heel gladiator a terrorized my fellow slave gladiators for the pleasure of the crowds. And in this one, I felt up the girl I liked because I wasn't sure if this dimension had girls with dicks. But I've never covered an apartment in my own shit for petty revenge." Silas said.

He still hadn't completely ruled out whether the girls had dicks. Their clits could extend into dicks like he saw in some hentai. Really patting Sakura had only ruled out one type of futanari.

"Are there girls whose clits don't turn into dicks?" Anko asked.

Silas froze, and the roof of a building clipped his foot. They tumbled over the roof of a building, and the leaf on his forehead fluttered away in the wind.

His hand shot out and into her shorts. Anko froze as he felt at her lightly trimmed bush, normal-sized clit, and tight labia. Silas brushed her clit on a roof in the middle of the night. Anko started laughing as if nothing had happened.

"I can't believe you thought I would grow a dick. What have you been looking at?" Anko said.

His racing heart started to calm when no dick came forward. While another worry parked itself in his mind. Silas had just sexually assaulted his Sensei though the woman hadn't seemed to mind. But, of course, that didn't mean anything; kunoichi could fake their outward emotions and wait for the perfect moment to strike.

They landed on the balcony of his apartment and went inside. "You know my apartment was next to the last one," Anko said.

"They all look the same, so why didn't you stop me?" Silas asked.

Anko looked away for a second, and he didn't think she would answer. Silas turned on the shower, and she stripped in front of him. There wasn't a bit of shame in her eyes as she flashed him her perky breasts and toned belly. Then she pushed down her bottoms and sighed.

"I wanted to see if you would tuck in your hot and sexy sensei," Anko said.

"If I didn't know better, I would say that sobering jutsu was a load of crap," Silas said.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm at least 30% sober, so it works fine. Now lead me to your shower. I smell like bar smoke and hard liquor." Anko said.

Anko turned on the shower and stepped inside before Silas could get to his problems. If Anko wasn't in a state to listen, he would go to someone who Naruto would listen to. He planned to leave his apartment and go to Sakura's house after he tucked in his Sensei.