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Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

The Byakugan's blind spot was rather small when you thought about it, but it was still a blind spot none the less. When he explained why everything was so big, she nodded since she understood now. Her ass was so soft, if he kept squeezing the one area, he'd leave a permanent indentation on her ass in the shape of one of his hands. She looked very pleased when he spread his legs in front of her. She was pretty fucking sure he felt the same joy when she spread her legs for him. She could feel the area begin warming up already from the water stream, and she loved it. She took his hand, and she got on her knees in front of him, and took his length into her mouth, and began to give him what he so dearly wanted, a blow job. She was doing a much better job than what she had given him yesterday. She wanted nothing more than to please him. By doing this, she knew they'd be bright and full of energy before going to the Hokage. Hopefully they'd do this every morning!
 
Having her join him and take his hand was beyond pleasant. This was a feeling he didn't want to live without, not even for a second. Spending so much as a day without his Aimi would surely be a pain for Habiki now that he's being saturated in her warmth, her love and her mouth around his cock. Blowing him directly into a state of having to close his eyes here and there and groaning fairly often to her moves to pleasure him. Of course he'd play with her, touch her, and mate her till the dogs come home. For as long as her heart is in it, he'd find every single inch of her fully capable of arousing him to fill stiffness without even an ounce of a problem. Though, it helped that Habiki was so biologically masculine. He didn't present a single sign of losing his youthful strong abilities to pleasure the wonderfully blessed Hyuga woman. Of course they'd find themselves behaving this way every morning! It was beginning to be a brain teaser for Habiki as he considered how they were meant to get anything but sex done when they were so in tuned with each other like this. So readily available for pleasuring each other, like this. "Oh fuck, that's good." He groaned with these words, taking the back of her head and guiding her into being somehow more aggressive with her intake of his massive cock.
 
it was simply amazing having gone from sharing a bowl of ramen to fucking like wild animals. Stuff like that only happened in perverted story books. When he openly said that what she was doing was good, that gave her all the initiative she needed to take his length further into her mouth and throat, not even needing his guidance as much. The heat from the water was getting stronger and stronger, turning her on further. Her gentle fingers began to gently fondle and massage his large testicles, she was leaving no bit of him without attention. Besides, if she could swallow his seed, she'd be a happy camper, it'd be further proof of her ability to properly sexually pleasure him, proof that she was getting better at pleasing him. Soon, her throat was bulging out. Her free hand began to rub the bulged out area, and she was hoping that the visual of her doing such an action would please him greatly.
 
He noticed that something about Aimi grew even more engaged. Like something about this act, the scenario in which it was happening or something he said had some uniquely positive effect that he didn't anticipate. But, he didn't say a lot. Whatever it was he longed to isolate such an ability so that he could awaken this side Aimi when needed. He felt her hand attempting to pay his balls attention proportionate to their size, though he wondered if he asked her to do the same except proportionate to the sheer amount of cum he summons for her he was sure that she'd have to worship is virile pair with her mouth. The thought couldn't stand a ghost of a chance compared to the beautiful sight that lay before him and the sensation of her throat bulging to fit him. Toss in the fact that she was rubbing him through said bulge and his breathing hitched between groans as he gave her a seriously aroused look. He could bust a nut down her throat for her eager lips any second at this rate.
 
Aimi's pale eyes sparkled wickedly, she was going to do something again, something she had tried yesterday, something he had seemed to enjoy. The seal on her Byakugan had worn off some time during the night, that or he had removed it, so she activated her Byakugan, and touched him, once more stimulating his chakra points. He reacted well to her doing that yesterday, so she saw no reason not to try it again. If he reacted favorably again, she was definitely adding chakra point stimulation to their routine. Once she was done working his chakra points, her hands were back to their original positions. She wanted that seed of his, she fucking needed it. How else would she know if she was doing a good job other than the noises he made? Noises could be made to humor people, but the physical reaction, climaxing, that told no lies. She began working his cock more feverishly now, now knowing that speed was an important part of oral sex.
 
As she stimulated his Chakra points his eyes firmly shut with his groans. He was enjoying himself so much that it was growing difficult to fight the flow of Nature chakra that so readily flowed through his body now sinking into him with his stimulated chakra points. Her touch was always so opposite to his own. She was methodical and intricate compared to his concentrated violence. What made him lose it was the combined fronts of direct activation of his Chakra points flooding him with his own power on top of her greater speed of bobbing up and down on his meat. It felt so good that he wished he had the Byakugan to peer through his eyelids that were now so firmly shut on Instinct. Even as his body rocked and ached with passion and pleasure from her efforts, she likely very innocently didn't consider how painful Bat sage mode would be to flip on under the strong light panels above them. He'd bite his bottom lip as he took he back of her head once more to trap her youthful beautiful face at his cock's base. She wouldn't need prior experience to read the sheer lack of focus and strength exerted by his large right hand now holding her head, his fat cock quaking within her. He was climaxing, but he bit his lip harder to fight the need to fucking growl her name. He wanted to save that for something a little more special that this moment. Just a little more special, that is. She did fill his heart and chest with such a fuzzy tingly warmth, even now. He'd release his lip, a mighty groan rolling in his throat as he finally peered down to her with his frightening hypnotic sharingan activated. "Aimi." He spoke to her with his partly opened eyes in his gravely lower strained voice with a wide sharp grin. And right at this moment the hot sticky torrent unleashed itself inside of her once more. Like a baby making train taking a new set of tracks.
 
Aimi was very much enjoying seeing how Habiki's body was reacting to her stimulating his chakra points. Blood pressure. Heart rate. Hormonal changes. Chakra fluctuations. It was mesmerizing to watch with her Byakugan even as she hungrily sucked on his cock like it was her god damned life line. When he climaxed, she eagerly swallowed down all she could, though the sheer amount of semen leaked out of her mouth by the corners of her lips. She used to be wary of the Sharingan, just as all children of the Leaf were taught to do so, but not anymore, since her beloved had the Sharingan. Eyes stared, red with tomoe and featureless white, into each other. Oh, the children they'd have. Her hopes were that they'd be as powerful and great as her and Habiki, but preferably surpass them both. She was fighting tooth and nail to suppress her Snake Sage form, and damn, it was hard, but she did it. She looked at him with utter adoration, even as she continued swallowing his cum down. She wanted to make him happy for the rest of their lives, no matter how long or short they would be.
 
Of course, what male couldn't appreciate this very sight? A beautiful woman naked and on her knees before him. Her heart and body pledged to him as he could read it in her exotic yet dangerous eyes that adored the man they rest upon now. So much cum flowing right down her throat in the shape of gulps that it oozed back and escaped her lips at the corners, making her appear even more adorable and innocent despite the act being the opposite of both of those things. And his fat girthy length remaining in her mouth. Habiki knew of no man that deserved this sort of sight produced by the prestiged, the gorgeous, Aimi Princess of the Hyuga. But, with her eyes on him now he could tell she chose him for that throne. And she warmed him that much more. A hearty blowjob under the mists of a shower head blasting hot water at a great water pressure, what more could a physically active young man like Habiki ever ask for? She made him happy, and it was time for him to show her in a few more ways, besides for the ways he already did including the sounds she summoned from his lips and the pregnancy-inducing virile load of cum he busted right into her throat and mouth so readily.

He'd stand over her as he raised from his seat, letting the hot water run right into his dark black hair and roll down his shoulders, cleansing him as he watched her from above with his cock in her mouth. "You're something else, Aimi, my love." He smiled with her name leaving his mouth with every ounce of his love riddled into the precise moment he uttered the pair of sounds that made up her given name. He cherished it, and he let her know that even going so far as watching her with love written in his eyes. His hands took to her cheeks as he brushed his cum from her cheeks with his thumbs and slowly retrieved his cock from her mouth and letting it rest along her face over the bridge of her nose and her forehead. "I'm never going to get used to this sight. Who needs rich parents and christmas when I have all I could ever want doing precisely what my bones ache for without even so much as a vocal cue?" He spoke of her more fondly even as his words were a little vulgar, his Sharigan reading her Byakugan as he looked down to her in the lewd position he had her in and his hands on her cheeks.

He'd lean down to gather her up to her feet and turn her around so he could pin her up against the wall with his body against her plush womanly figure and his lips pressing to her own. He was distracting her intentionally with the kiss and hypnotic eyes upon her own acute and powerful pair, but his actions and his lips with her own with intense hints of his affection for her. A single hand plucked a long white bottle up from a shelf space nearby as his thumb flicked the top of the cucumber scented body wash and lotion clean off before he'd quickly lather it into his open cupped other hand and then only breaking the kiss to free up her lips as he ran these hands directly over her breasts. Working circles into her bosom's flesh to display his enthusiasm for her body and intentionally keeping her lips free to hear her thoughts on the matter or whatever form of sounds in favor of or protest against such things. Either way, he needed to hear them as he loved her voice, even his eyes would suggest he intended to coax such things out of her. Once he finished leaving a soapy lathered layer over her large breasts he'd move down her body, paying more attention to her hips and her rear and inner thighs than other areas, but still soaping up her wonderful body with his strong and incredibly precise hands.
 
He was the Prince of the Uchiha Clan. She was the Princess of the Hyuga clan. And yet, she wanted more, she wanted the throne of Queen. There was so much prestige that came with being a head of a clan. People always listened to you, they didn't ignore you. You got god damned respect. She gave him the most adoring look her eyes could muster when he told her that she truly was something else. She gulped in air when he removed his massive cock from her mouth, giving him head was much harder than it looked. She looked very naughty when he spoke once more, and she softly spoke,"Some desires need no words for those said desires to be granted, you and I both know that." She accepted his assistance in getting up, she enjoyed how the water rinsed her mouth out good. She laughed, she eagerly took his kiss, happily reciprocating. She breathed in the scent of cucumber, it was so close to the scent she had back at home. She softly groaned when he ran his soapy hands over her breasts, playing with them as he wanted. God damn, she loved how he played with her boobs. Of course, she thoroughly enjoyed him soaping up the rest of her body, but she enjoyed it the most when he gave her breasts some cucumber scented loving. She sweetly spoke, not reaching for the soap just yet in case he wanted a different bottle,"Habiki… Ready for me to soap you up?"
 
Of course it was her physical responses to his loving of her body that he sought. He could always imagine touching her, and touching her was beyond heavenly and that went double for her breasts, but it was the way he could just downright sense her love for his acts. His big soapy hands over her body was a love letter he'd write again and again and it'd never grow old. If she opened her sultry lips to weave little obvious lies about still needing cleaning for her dirty body, he'd lather her up again and again. She was his queen without a doubt and he'd do a lot of silly shit for her with or without the request for it. But, there's something he hoped she understood from the get-go. She was a queen in his arms and in their house, but that didn't come at the cost or reduction in how much of a maverick and sovereign King he'd be, and she was part of that domain. Her body was his, her heart is his, and wage war for her love if it ever faltered even just the slightest. There may not have been much of a fight to claim her as she devoted herself to him to his immense satisfaction, but make no mistake: She was a woman worth fighting for. A queen he'd bleed for. Again and again and again without a shred of regret or doubt. She's his. Even if a day somehow came when she wanted another, he'd perhaps feel a little better for any other man that'd seek such a future. Because he's a fighter, and he'd tooth and nail every savage bone breaking gut-rending punch he'd need to throw. His. And he means it with the way his sharingan reads her soul behind her beautiful byakugan as he watched her now and listened to her words intently. The world around them was meaningless by comparison. It was a nice house, an extravagant shower, but he paid it now mind as long as he had her enchanting voice and naughty words to listen to, her love to read with his eyes and her body to cherish with his hands. "Is it not enough to have your tongue clean my body mighty Snake Sage-chan?" He used the honorific to punctuate his humor that rang alongside his dirty teasing. He'd chuckle a little lowly so close to her lips that she could feel it faintly before she could hear it. "The same body wash would do fine for me, Love."
 
She decided to play his own game, and softly replied upon properly taking the bottle,"Hmmm, not if you want the Hokage to smell what we've been doing, my dear Bat Sage-senpai!" The inside joke of the Hyuga clan was that he could smell out ramen in any form up to a few miles away, even itty bitty cup noodles. To put it simply, he had a good sense of smell. She had her lush lower lip underneath her upper teeth, it was a trick that she knew men just adored seeing. She didn't see the appeal behind it, but then again, she wasn't a male. As she took the soap bottle, she began her good work. It wasn't quite as sensual as how he had soaped her up, but it was more of a massage than anything, designed to get him loose before the day's activities, and her Byakugan helped her read out everything going on with his muscles. Of course, she paid very close attention to his lower parts, but even his lower parts got every bit of careful attention as the rest of his body did. A hidden skill of the clan was that everyone was a good physical therapist, and more than a few became medic-nin because of how good the Byakugan was at seeing the problem's of the body. Habiki was perfectly healthy, but a good massage never hurt anybody, especially when Aimi's hands were the ones doing the massaging.
 
"And what if I don't care for a second that the whole village knows you're mine?" Habiki asked semi-playfully with more serious undertones. He'd let her get his body lathered up with her eyes guiding her skillful hands, showing for her analytic eyes that he did increase in heart rate or add tension as she touched him this time. He calmed his whole body and remained open to her touch completely. With his mastery of many techniques including Sage jutsu his control of his body waa immense and he used this to his advantage as she touched him to send her a message. This love letter wasn't written words, the medium of delivery wasn't necessarily by hand and he didn't jot it down on paper with any pen. No, he used self control on par with the ability to pause his own heart beat or slow his circulatory system in order to display trust beyond believe or fact. He looked into her eyes as she looked him over and administered her touch, showing her that he had no doubts about her love for him, her equal desire to protect and please him that he knew mirrored his own for her. "And excuse me, but that's God King Emperor Sage of the prestigious Bats and the enlightened father of all of your fertilized eggs to you." He took their newly founded silly joke to the furthest extent of parody that he could summon before wrapping his arms around her. He starter guiding her back into the hot water with him to rinse their bodies simultaneously.
 
Aimi's eyes sparkled with mischief when he said that he didn't care what people thought. Indeed, it would send clan politics into one hell of an uproar, and she couldn't wait to see that happen. God almighty, it was artwork in motion to her as she saw how his body worked through her eyes. Soon enough, she was finished with her good work, and he was all nicely as lathered up as she was. Her eyes widened when she 'received' his message. It was the most beautiful thing in the world to have gotten. They had no doubts about the love that they had for each other, and she was glad for that. She rolled her eyes at his very long made up title, and she spoke,"Ehhhhh… Too many words to remember." She laughed as they were both rinsing off simultaneously. Although to be fair, the names that were rattling around inside her head were just as long and incredibly perverted. She spoke,"Sooner or later, we'll have to think of names, and you know that. Any ideas in mine, my precious Prince?"
 
"I don't know about precious." He growled playfully as he brushed his cheek against her own and moved around her to hold her belly and kiss to her neck. She didn't have much of a belly at the moment as she was in great shape on top of being so incredibly womanly in her figure. He could play with her breasts lovingly or aggressively all damn day and that went double for her plush ass that was so perfect for his long fat cock's pounding that it was righteous. Did they have to leave the shower so soon? He'd find himself getting horny all over again just thinking about her like this. "Well let's see..." He started, tilting his head. "No offense, but I don't find myself particularly drawn to any male names from the Hyuga family that I know of. I've heard of Hyuga Neji before, but I'm not super sure of that idea either." He started, licking her neck lewdly in firm circles just beneath her jaw as he rubbed her belly. His cock would also start to grow fully erect between her thighs and attempt standing beneath her even though the core of her body kept such from happening since he was taller. "Hiruzen or Minato Uchiha has a nice ring to it and those names aren't drawn from either of our clans necessarily." He'd get a generous handful of her ass as he looked down to her with perversions written across his eyes almost as if he was engaging her brain in a soft genjutsu all about the wonderful countless ways her body can receive his seed. "And take note, those are all male names. Make of that what you will."
 
"Oh, my sweet beloved, you are so precious to me in so many ways that I can't even put into words because I don't know how to phrase those ways." she slyly spoke, smiing as his hands once more found themselves at her stomach. She softly whispered,"Like feeling up my belly when it's flat? You'll like it more when I'm nice and round." God damn, she could really go for another round of fucking, but they had way too much to do in the hours ahead of themselves... She spoke softly,"Hyuga Neji was the genius of the Hyuga clan before me. He was a member of the branch family, and he figured out how to use main family techniques by simple observation, and that in of itself is supposed to be impossible." She let out a lewd moan when he licked her neck, and she'd be damned if she didn't say how aroused she was at feeling how erect his cock was. She slyly spoke,"The names of Lord Third and Lord Fourth, I see. Names from Clan Sarutobi and Clan Namikaze." Her eyes went wide when he began to fondle her so sweetly plump ass, and she spoke,"Then if we have daughters... Tsunade and Sakura." Both were her teachers, and if she had a daughter, that daughter of hers was definitely getting one of those names, if not both. Of course, Kabuto wasn't a bad name either for a son, he was also one of her teachers.
 
He didn't dwell too long on name suggestions she tossed back that he didn't necessarily feel strongly for. Even as the biological father of the offspring they were talking about whose name would be carried with them for the rest of their lives, Habiki was more concerned with raising them properly. Darkness followed the hearts of Uchiha everywhere and given that the genetics look promising for their children there would certainly come a time when these kids could look down their nose at less fortunate shinobi. Respect. Habiki resolved to himself in this moment that he'd engrave it in their souls if it costs him anything else. Where would Naruto be without it? And that was a man who was clearly talented in his own right given the stories Habiki has had the opportunity to overhear from time to time. "You could give me my own little Tsuna?" He joked softly, remembering tales about this relationship between the first hokage and his granddaughter Tsunade from his traveling merchant parents who witnessed some of it first hand and heard the rest from their parents. "That'd be rather nice." He whispered softly to her neck, licking it again as he rubbed his cock against her beautiful cunt in an attempt to arouse a heat from her once more. Making her frustrated in this sense while they were out about doing their business would be the most satisfying way to punish her for not quite understanding what he meant by the listing of male names. Habiki wanted boys. But, he'd be a liar if he said that he wouldn't find the dynamic of Aimi wanting girls to be a fun little bit of teasing for the pair to enjoy together. They could always enjoy each other. At the end of the day, he was pretty certain that Aimi wouldn't let him name a boy of theirs Madara so Neji was out of the window in terms of a possibility through sheer fairness. Even if it was a name he rather liked. And as for Sakura, well, her relation to that scum was a good enough reason to not name one of their daughters after her. Kabuto was a curious anomaly in Habiki's mind. At the end of the day, he rather like the concept that Kabuto represented but reality was sort of different. Even with the way that man's story unfolded to appear to be somewhat positive, Habiki's heart ached with a mixture of nostalgia and missed opportunity. All he tastes after even hearing the name is regret. And he didn't know why. Habiki didn't know the man himself.

He'd press his cock's bulbous rock hard head to her entrance and press hard enough to enter her just before forming a handsign between his free hand and the correct hand to mirror his own and then spitting a fireball right at the shower head. The ball was small enough to be dispersed into additional steam that quickly filled the room as he shut off the showers and plucked up a towel, chuckling darkly as he stepped out of the bathroom and dried himself off as he awaited his lover that he played with in such childish but fun ways. Well, subjectively childish. The sexual tension he layered in was much more young adult-ish. Immature, perhaps. He didn't feel the need to be chokingly strict and overly mature around Aimi, and it was a good feeling.
 
Aimi knew she and Habiki had to raise their children right. While darkness followed an Uchiha heart, arrogance followed a Hyuga heart. While arrogance had to be earned, and the Hyuga were quite a dangerous clan given the clan's main kekkei genkai, arrogance made some of her clansmen real jerks. She sweetly spoke,"With the strength and power to match. She had great physical strength before using her chakra to enhance her own physical capabilities." Which was why, even though Tsunade was somewhere in her late sixties and early seventies, she was still a very dangerous kunoichi. She tended to 'overdo' it with her own capabilities, using chakra enhanced strength to truly brutalize some poor bastard while also using any one of the given Eight Trigrams techniques. She liked to show off, she couldn't help herself. Why develop fancy moves when you couldn't use them? She shivered when he licked her neck, a breath hitching in her throat when she felt his massive bulbous head rub against her pussy lips. She had a thoughtful look on her face, and she spoke,"Perhaps we can name our sons if we have any after our own fathers, or any other worthy male in our given clans." She wasn't personally going to say it, though she secretly liked the name Madara. There was fear and respect with the name, and a hell lot of power, being the first to gain access to the Rinnegan after the Sage of the Six Paths. There were plenty of worthy women in each of their clans to name their daughters after. She let out a lewd sound when he just barely entered her, and made a noise of frustration when he pulled out. The additional steam felt wonderful, and she never felt cleaner. She got a towel, and quickly dried herself off. She quickly got her clothes on, she was ready for the day, ready to kick some ass and show off.
 
Once dressed they left together for the office of the Hokage, Naruto's dwelling place it would seem. Of course, Habiki didn't know if he felt sorry for Boruto or oddly pleased with the way he's turning out without getting to be smothered by the nurturing nature that he felt from the Hokage. Habiki was absolutely smothered by his parents. In a way, his intent to practice ninjutsu and visit the cave that the bats he summons come from was a way to crane his face away from his parents and finally earn himself some free time. Maybe that's why he put up with bleeding from his broken fingers and failing to breathe fast enough to replace the oxygen he needed and ultimately passing out. Or at least, that had to have been the reason at first. The sister he had that nobody in the village knew about was another good reason for him to become strong. If he didn't surpass his older sister before finally coming home to the leaf village for the first time in his whole life, she'd be here to torment him with her sadistic and powerful mangekyou eyes even further. The starved and frightened shade he used to be would be painted in the minds of the peers that currently revere him and his status among them would have never raised to this extent with such a reputation. No. He had to put that criminal away before she could hurt anyone else, and having his parents forget the pain of her supremely narcissistic and abusive ti raids. Even his lover should never know that he isn't actually an only child.

He'd step out the door of the Hokage's office before Aimi could, grinning over his shoulder at her as he'd give her plenty of room to shut the door. "No witnesses. Contents of the vessel to be kept so secret that even we can't check it to make sure it's in there-It's that sensitive. And traveling to another country... What an interesting missing, don't you agree?" He'd scan her face carefully after his comment to register whether she was excited, nervous or indifferent for such a lethally dangerous and physically demanding mission. It did pay well, after all. The tall man with a dark aura and his trademark Uchiha signature looks didn't look away from her as he ignored the onlookers who most-likely noticed on their walk to visit Naruto that this incredibly good looking pair was being very close today. In a way, Habiki wondered if there were those in their peer group that already predicted this duo would wind up together.
 
Aimi hated how clans that had hiden jutsus just seemed to vegetate, not even bothering to learn nature transformation techniques, or even combine nature transformation with hiden jutsus, just as she had with the Gentle Fist techniques. The clan techniques of the Hyuga were already devastating, but adding nature transformation turned devastation into outright overkill. Part of Aimi's reasoning for doing it was to see if it was even possible. And indeed it was. She had managed to add the Water, Wind, and Lightning nature transformation to the Gentle Fist techniques. She was currently trying to see if she could add her kekkei genkais to the Gentle Fist techniques, Ice Style and Storm Style. She hadn't been successful as of yet, not that it would stop her from trying. Aimi was smirking when they left the Hokage's office, this mission sounded dangerous as hell, and she was thrilled! Her first S-rank mission, and she spoke,"No witnesses means we can go all out. I live for missions like that, it allows me to see how truly strong I've gotten. Don't you feel the same way?" She looked very excited, she was looking for an excuse to use two new medical ninjutsu she had been developing with Tsunade for the past few years, nature transformations added to Cherry Blossom Clash and Heaven Kick of Pain. She had a violent streak a mile wide, but was good at hiding it.
 
Habiki looked down to his palms after her question. There wasn't a streak of amusement across his face this time like one would expect there to be. His palms were upturned with his fingers partially curled upward along with this thumbs. He had such large and well practiced hands and for those who have spent only days being a Chunin, the blood that's been shed by these hands couldn't be imaginable. It's been a long, long time since he's had a shred of innocence to cuddle up to at night. Even just a strand of reason and purity to warm his heart and help him sleep. No, Habiki felt darkness in his heart for this sort of mission. No witnesses. That means civilians too. Where's his shame? Where's his concern? Why can't he bring himself to voice those concerns? "I kill too easily, Aimi." He confessed, showing the slightest hint of a morality that ran contrast to his reputation. He still didn't look up as he watched his hands. The hands of a true murderer. It wouldn't be this hard if he could find a fucked up sense of pride in all of this. But, where's the challenge in cutting down the weak for the sake of some possibly politically-related mission? Now if he had Naruto's classmates as a lineup to display his monstrous might against, maybe that's something. If he had a good shot at ripping Sasuke's Dojutsu from him and putting an end to that disgraceful man, he'd be so damn excited. He gained this power to put an end to the evils of someone once stronger than himself, and now this Hokage who is supposed to be a pillar of morality is asking him to cut down potentially non-threats? "They better put up a fight." He pulled on a bit of a smile, looking to Aimi.
 
"So do I. But that's the job. I've long since accepted that fact." Aimi replied simply. Murder was just part of being a ninja. People died all the time even if it wasn't at the hands of a shinobi. She spoke,"It'd be fun if they put up a fight. But if they don't, they don't. Elimination happens either way. Death does not discriminate between the saints and the sinners." Death was the only true fair thing in the world, it happened to everyone eventually, be they good or evil, rich or poor, healthy or sick. She actually had a very serious look on her face, not looking at all fluffy and adorable. This was the face and attitude of a being who knew her duty, no matter what the cost was. She had all the arms she needed on hand, having barely used any of them on the mission she had come home from the day before. They were close to the Leaf's border. It honestly felt like yesterday that she was just a wee genin, going on her first mission, even though that first mission was years ago. How times had changed. After a great time travelling, they finally arrived at their destination. Or rather, close enough to where they wouldn't get caught. She activated her Byakugan. Plenty of enemy shinobi and more than a dozen civilians. She spoke,"Any particular strategy on how you want to handle this one?"
 
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He was rather un-enthused with her need to drop what was adorable and warm about her to speak to him in such a way. "There's more life out there for you to see." Habiki's comment was soft before he reached up and pinched her cheek. "If you get like that when you fight and lose the ability to humor other ideas you'll become a dull knife in the fight to complete the mission and survive to kill again." He narrowed his eyes a bit, concerned. Things weren't set in stone like that at all, but he understood that steadfast sense of duty. Somewhere deep down, there was a time he'd agree with every word she said. But, if she wasn't flexible and prepared for curve balls she was going to get hit by something she could have otherwise evaded, for sure. He was concerned with the look she gave him and he showed it in his eyes. He poked his head before stepping away with a smile. "If you're going to be a weapon you need to be the best weapon for the job, and you'll have to be sharp. That kind of talk gets you going in one direction, but it isn't complete. It needs work. Death isn't necessarily fair. Innocent youths fall ill and perish, men who rape and steal remain healthy and continue to destroy peace on their whim unaffected. And those who never earned their fortunes can afford to extend their livelihood and evade death longer than others. Whether you disagree with the direction I'm going or not, you gotta admit there's holes in that line of thought." He tried to be playful about it, but he dropped it as he started on the direction towards their mission. There wasn't a point in trying to show her why he felt the way he did. His darkness was probably hard to imagine. When he's careless and falls to the self-serving excuses of a murderer, going beyond the lines of a mission and having his fun with it, he can get lost in it easily. In that time something truly frightening can be seen. And there wasn't anything wrong with be dutiful, she wasn't technically incorrect. There was just more, in his opinion, to the equation.

Once they were there and she spoke to him, he looked to her with his sharingan engaged. "You'll get your opportunity to strut your stuff, love." He already revealed at least the fact that he intended to let her carry a massive combat role in the upcoming assault on the traveling target with the Shinobi and civilians before them. "But, first, I wanna run a little recon." He raised his hands together in the form of the Ram, pricking his thumb after one one of his teeth before slapping it to the ground. In a small buff of smoke A bat with human-like facial features about the size of Habiki's head rest upon his shoulder. The bat's eyes also were a pair of Sharingan, and he had his own headband with the Hidden leaf on it that ruffled his lengthy red hair that was parted by sharp little black ears.

"'Ello miss." His little voice wriggled with an interesting accent before he and Habiki nearly vanished with such an intense speed. A straggler Shinobi bringing up the rear was suddenly set upon by the bat right into his face. The sharingan spinning to engage in Genjutsu as Habiki covered the Shinobi's mouth. Like a reaper of the night he'd haunt the shadows with his bat companion, moving incredibly fast to reduce the odds of their approach being noticed. Putting the Shinobi to sleep before Suffocating them to murder without a sound or scent. But, he had to be quick. Just as he finished he gave a sign to Aimi to attack without discression.
 
Her cheek flushed when he pinched it, normally she never allowed people to touch her in such a way. But then again, Habiki broke a great many rules on what she would not allow people to do to her. He did raise a good point. For better or worse, Aimi had a one track mind about things, and it usually took a great deal for her to consider other views. She smirked when he said that she'd get a chance to show off. She fucking loved showing off and doing what she did best. Murder, murder, and more murder. She smirked when she saw the tiny bat on his shoulder. Much to her own amusement, she found the little bat cute. Her personal mount was a very massive snake, but now wasn't the time for the snake. When he made the sign that she could attack, her face formed a smile. Finally! She could show off what she could do, and how good she was at doing it! She emerged from her hiding spot, leaping high into the air. Her Byakugan were activated, and with that and the attack she was going to use, it would ensure that the jutsu she was going to use would not miss. She rapidly formed the Rat, Tiger, Dog, Snake, and Dragon handsigns, and spoke with great force,"Storm Style: Laser Circus!" The area around Aimi's hands lit up like a very brightly lit Christmas tree, illuminating the area around her, so bright was the light. Several beams of electrical energy that flowed smoothly like water rushed forth from her hands directly towards several shinobi and civilians. The beauty of this technique was that it wasn't one that was affected by how far away one was from a target, it could be used from all ranges, making this a very effective tool to use when eliminating a few or multiple hostiles. She didn't even hear the screaming as the lightning electrocuted the enemies... They were electrocuted and then exploded. She was a shameless murderer, and there were still plenty of people to eliminate. Shuriken and other ninja tools flew at her, and they all disintegrated once they got too close to her as she increased the number of electrical beams to block the tools. She was having a lot of fun, and the wicked, sinful smile on her face showed her delight.
 
He gave her the opportunity to strike first at her discretion. From the vibe she was putting off, he figured she'd be quite cheered by that idea. Recon and speed mixed with a silent lethality was very important for this sort of mission, but Habiki had her covered with his knowledge of the way sound worked thanks to his bat sage experience and his immense speed and shinobi prowess. Anyone that could have alerted the caravan to her presence before she had a chance to hit them hard and face was not only silenced, but eliminated already. Every single backup shinobi that they had roaming the area all around for this very purpose just found themselves deleted from the scenario so quickly that it'd embarrass their ancestor's ancestors. His evil red eyes followed her body with his tomoe spinning as she launched her attack upon the caravan after his signal. Her ferocious techniques shook him just a little as he could tell in terms of sheer fire power she outclassed any given chunin he was currently aware of multiple times over. An interesting jutsu she had used to display as well, offensively and defensively capable with an indifference to the range of her opponents as well. She had an overwhelming force behind her and she clearly brought a whole artillery of useful offensive and sensory techniques with her. He picked a find mate and future bride, and he felt as though they could go and survive anywhere they wanted to just because they felt like it and they'd be masters of their domain and absolutely never find themselves falling prey to the elements or various monsters of the world.

What was the most striking feature was her smile. He could do a lot of naughty things to those lips, especially after seeing the way she could twist them to express such an overwhelming set of feelings flowing right through her. In a way, the dark heart that pulsed within his chest and the curse forever haunting him found a small sense of belonging in that smile. Perhaps he'd have to be levelheaded to control the both of them and the wickedness they could so easily inflict on the lesser shinobi that surrounded them. No Witnesses. That was the qualifier involved. And it definitely didn't imply taking survivors with them or hitting their asses with Genjutsu so powerful that they shit bricks and go back to the stone age. No, they were instructed to murder and that's exactly what Habiki was going to do.

He'd peel his shirt from his fit chest and toss it over his shoulder before a blur of hand signs were weaved and then his fangs pierced the soft, smooth inner cove of both of his thumbs simultaneously. At this moment the transformation she witness first hand almost immediately took his body right away with his lengthened now grey hair and the nearly see-through layer of skin over his eyes and sharpened ears. A pair of large wings black as coal and almost immediately sharing appearance to those of bats had sprouted from around his shoulder blades and folded forward around both of his sides to provide flat surfaces for his hands. In a puff of white smoke, Habiki and a large area around him was immediately obscured visually. Bursting from this white smoke was Habiki's powerful sage form with his newly revealed bat wings, barreling right into the nearest shinobi and disemboweling him with sharp claws before moving on with such speed that he'd be like a flying kunai himself. Slaughtering the lesser ninja with seemingly little thought as a new pair of ninja bats like the first one with different colors and human features springing from the cloud of smoke as well, weaving signs with the corners of their wings before unleashing smaller fire style jutsu techniques upon the prey that Habiki didn't immediately scramble the inside of with his menacing gnarly claws.

Following the pair of ninja bats was a uniquely long bat without the same amount of human features, Opening it's giant maw, a bellowing guttural sound consumed the area gradually. Like a massive dome arena completely without light and having most sounds dulled out by the bellows of this giant bat. Human eyes without dojutsu were immediately rendered completely useless in this instant, allowing Habiki and his sharingan ninja bat brigade to dart about the area without even a shred of concern for their own well-being.
 
Yes, Aimi outclassed all of those who were currently ranked at chunin. She was an easy shoe-in for jonin, she just needed to take her exams and such. She was chomping at the bit to take her exams, though every time the exams came up, she didn't have the time or she was off on a mission and wouldn't be back in time. This time next month, she was bound and determined to take her damn exams, that or pray she got a flat out promotion from the Hokage. That and this time next month, her Reserve Seal would form on her head. She had so much to fucking look towards to in the next month. Aimi was a merciless fighter, she followed mission parameters to the exact letter. Missions such as this one were her favorites, it was rare to get a chance to show off. There was only so much training that one could do, you really could only test your strength properly out in the field. Aimi was excited already, the adrenaline flowing freely in her blood, but fucking hell, seeing Habiki take his shirt off got her into overdrive. Her eyes got wide when she saw him properly use his Sage Mode. Nothing she saw last night compared to what she was fucking witnessing right now. Right now, what she saw was a work of art. Should see properly use her Sage Mode? Nah, she'd focus on using her kekkei genkais.

She rarely got a chance to play with them, and she wasn't going to waste her opportunity to use them. Oh, seeing Habiki murder in this form made her heart race in pure excitement. She had to step it up. Time to use her chakra enhanced strength! She made the Dog hand sign quickly, and she quickly rushed forwards into the closest throng of enemy shinobi, and she shouted,"Water Style: Cherry Blossom Clash!" While it was usually strictly a taijutsu technique, Aimi had figured out how to add a nature transformation to the technique to increase the deadliness of the technique. She had a great amount of chakra gathered in her right fist as she smashed her right fist into the ground. The effect was immediate. While the ground would normally just fracture and send small, flower petal-size particles into the air, these ground particles were forced out of the ground much faster by the force of great water pressure, and the ground pieces were much larger as well, making the technique much nastier. All of the shinobi in the immediate strike zone were killed instantly. She had made a very respectable sized crater in the ground. Damn, she fucking loved using techniques that she herself had a hand in making, since nobody else would know them but herself.

There were so many shinobi and civilians left to kill, even when factoring in the good amount of people they had already wiped out. This artifact had to be pretty important for such a massive protection detail. It annoyed her to no end that they weren't allowed to peep on what it was, but she didn't argue on mission things. She breathed in and out, and saw a shinobi get too close to Habiki for her liking. She leapt up, rushing in the direction of the shinobi, and she formed the Snake Hand Sign. She quickly assumed the Gentle Fist stance, and roared,"Lightning Style: Eight Trigrams One Hundred Twenty Eight Palms!" Gentle Fist was dangerous enough as it stood without adding a nature transformation, considering how even the slightest tap from a Gentle Fist user could cause massive internal damage. Aimi purposely added Lightning Style to the Gentle Fist because of how much damage Lightning Style could cause. Lightning Style would simultaneously shred the Chakra Network in her target while also both paralyzing her enemy and electrocuting a person. In short, it would cause a quick death. If the person survived, they'd never be able to use chakra again. Two strikes first. Then two more strikes. Then four more strikes. Then eight more strikes. Then sixteen more strikes. Then thirty two more strikes. Then sixty four more strikes. That completed the Eight Trigrams One Hundred Twenty Eight Palms technique. Aimi was smirking, when she finished with the technique, the person had exploded by the time she was done.
 
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