What if Naruto had fun in the shower with his mothers Kushina and Tsunade?

Hi, if you want to watch exclusive content with hot girls that you won't watch on YouTube, namely when Naruto roasts Kushina and Minato and many other hot girls without restrictions, then visit my Boosty channel at the link in the description. He had decided to stay. Something inside her was telling her that she had changed after that night. She could feel it inside her and it scared her. I was looking forward to it. Everything in that world was so different, so opposite to what she knew. The village hidden among the leaves was exactly like what she knew. Lush, lively, full of colors and activities. For a city of military forces, I had to admit that it was very peaceful, a beautiful place to live, to call it home. How could he have thought of abandoning her? That impulse she felt in her desperation to escape made her forget how much she loved being a ninja and how much she cared about her city and her companions. Her strange companions, totally opposite to the personalities she had known all her life. How could he get used to them? Perhaps she could start by listing the peculiarities of those closest to her, her lifelong team Guy, Lee and Neji Hyuga. Neji. How bad could it be to want to live in a world where he was alive? I didn't know the answer to that question. Probably no one would know. They had always been somewhat close. After his death in the war, he had not even had the opportunity to assimilate it. Everything was chaos, everything had happened so fast, one thing after another. It was the survival instinct that had kept her going, but now those memories were fading away as if it had never happened. It seemed like a very distant dream in which once Guy Sensei and Lee were scandalously immature and Neji was a genius of unquestionable seriousness. I felt there were things that hadn't changed at all. Neji was a genius, yes, a brilliant ninja whose talent was completely overshadowed by that horrible perverted personality. Every day I found a new way to spy on girls. It was so desperate. She had practically ended up becoming his mother, correcting his reprehensible behavior. I was hoping I could somehow help him become more like she remembered him. He was behaving like an immature teenager. She had often had to suppress her urges to gouge out his eyes herself, especially when she discovered him spying on her. He was different. Everything I knew and admired about him was gone. He was her friend, her companion, but she had lost her admiration for him. Even so, he had shown her to be faithful to his friendship and perhaps she should just accept his particular personality and cope with [music] it. Tenten was glad that in his own way Neji was happy in this world. The important thing is that he was alive. He, Lee, Guy Sensei. I had not seen it, but I had perceived it a few minutes before I fell into the genjutsu. His Sensei had used his forbidden technique, so his life was going to end as well. A part of her had agreed to stay in this reality because of that. Having to live in a world where his team had been destroyed was more difficult to assimilate than living in this one where everyone was alive and safe. Neji was always by her side and Guy was like a father to her. She didn't know how she and Lee would manage to live without them. That alone was worth staying for. Now I had to admit that Lee and Sensei were strangely mature, even though they were still carrying on with their eccentricities. It was a relief as I wouldn't have been able to deal with this new Neji if it wasn't for them. It was strange. In her world, she and the Hyuga had supported each other to lower the intensity of Lee and her Sensei's personality. Now it was the green beasts who corrected Neji. Curious. One thing that pleased him about this new world was that the camaraderie among all the ninjas of his generation was even greater. They all supported each other and saw each other very often, even though now that the repairs of the village were about to be completed and they would no longer be able to see each other so often. Everyone was always looking for some way to meet again and they had tried hard to make her feel comfortable, probably because they had not yet forgotten his strange behavior during the previous months. She had become a lonely girl. He knew that he must also behave in a strange way that they knew. However, even though they noticed that she was the one who acted different between them, they had accepted her as their partner and she was grateful for it. Besides that they admired her for having controlled that situation with the giant salamander, saving everyone. Yes, that's what she had always dreamed of. To be recognized as the best kunoichi weapon specialist, to be a hero that everyone could trust with their life because she would save them. He was living part of his dream inside that genjutsu. Maybe that was what had ended up seducing her. He had the admiration of his fellow ninjas, he had received a public apology for the suspicions that had been raised against her. She was rewarded for her heroic behavior, her possible promotion to jonin had been in discussion. Many doors had been opened to him as a result of that. She was a recognized and admired kunoichi. Still, this whole world was so different. It was the price I had to pay for fulfilling their dreams. If he could not escape from the illusion, it would be so terrible to surrender to it. He watched from his balcony the majestic sculptures carved into the rock of the imposing mountain, the faces of the admirable Hokages of the leaf, Hashirama Senju, Tobirama Senju, Hiruzen Sarutobi, Tsunade Senju and a stranger who had been the fourth Hokage, replacing Minato Namikaze. Perhaps an Aruna was his name. A short time later he learned that it was Sakura's father, an admirable man who sacrificed his life together with his wife to save the village during a terrible attack he suffered in a bygone era. It was curious again how there were so many similarities with the real reality in that parallel dimension. The sacrifice of this stranger had been similar to that of the fourth time she had known and admired. She sighed, "It's all so confusing. Will I really be able to adapt to this new home?" She expressed distraught out loud. "It's normal that you still feel confused." said the Guy suddenly appearing on the roof of his apartment. She returned the look full of anguish that had remained drawn on his face while he rambled on his penalties. Thoughts. The blond jumped from the roof to where she was and leaned on the balcony wall where she was standing admiring the village. "It's just that sometimes everything is so overwhelming. I don't know if I can achieve anything." "Sorry, Menma." Tenten corrected himself. Even after so long, the boy replied looking at her with a curious gesture. He was perhaps the strangest of all his companions, Menma Namikaze, who would become Naruto Uzumaki's alternate personality in this dimension. Well, it's not that he was the strangest, on the contrary, he was the most normal and that was the strange thing. Not only his name was different, everything was, his appearance, his personality, his history, his past, his family. Even his way of speaking was different. The young man possessed a lot of incredible qualities. It seemed that all the virtues of the eleven of the leaf had accumulated in him, so much so that he had become the pillar that kept her feet firmly on the ground of this strange world for her. All of his colleagues had great admiration for him and she too. The blond was a born leader, incredibly astute and very understanding. He had deciphered the mystery she represented in a single week and then he had become her first friend from this dimension. The situation had been handled that way at his suggestion. After researching about genjutsus, look for any They decided that the other boys should not find out that she came from another dimension. That information could be very dangerous and completely change the way everyone was leading their life. This reality, false or not, was as tangible to them as was the world that Tenten recognized as his. Who was she to deny it? How could I tell them that their life was an illusion or that they didn't even exist, that they were just the product of a powerful ninja who had created a mirror dimension for the purpose of locking all his enemies in individual dreams? I couldn't. She would not dare, nor did she feel capable. Although a little less than a year had passed, she still kept calling him Naruto when she was distracted. Menma always came to see her whenever she had time. He knew the truth about her and for several days he had remained reluctant to approach her, perhaps because he was too cautious or because it would be a hard awakening to find out about the true reality of where she came from. I knew it. The Tenten I knew wasn't like this girl. He had been willing to let her go, he had even helped her to escape and find a way to return to her dimension, but after so long she had finally decided to stay. Menma knew well that without Tenten's intervention, she would have been in big trouble that fateful night. The kunoichi had shown a great talent that the chestnut he knew did not possess. She was determined, perfectionist, experienced in battle, able to handle the situation with great dexterity and despite her words, she was full of a strong loyalty to his village and his companions. The will of the fire burned in her. He tried, he really tried, but he couldn't resist the urge to know her story, to know the world she came from, and to know her. I was curious about everything he had to tell. I also had to admit that I was curious about her. After that night, there was no turning back. Barabara, they divided into groups to help the injured, pick up the debris, take the survivors to the shelters, and then start rebuilding the village. Menma made a happy team on the fifth day. The chestnut was walking towards the area that belonged to him to supervise while he watched her from a distance. She was distracted, absorbed in her thoughts. He remembered the Tenten he had met, and this girl was different even in the way she walked. It was at that moment that he decided that he wanted to know everything. Without further detours, he rushed down from the building where he was and presented himself in front of her, intercepting her walk. Ah, it's you, Naruto. You scared me. Exclaimed the chestnut bringing a hand to his chest. She was so distracted that she hadn't noticed his presence. I should pay more attention. The blond man was watching her with a stern, serious, and determined look. It was strange to see that stoic expression on a boy like Naruto, who had always been cheerful and smiling. It was an intimidating, almost overwhelming look. Why are you calling me that? Menma confronted her. One of his characteristics was always to be direct. Oh, me. It's just that that's the name you have where I come from. Tenten confessed embarrassed. I couldn't even remember his name in this place, but I was sure it was also something related to ramen. Tenten watched as this new Naruto leaned against the wall, crossing his arms with a thoughtful and analytical expression. So, Naruto pondered before returning his gaze. The wind helped to create an atmosphere of tension and mystery before I spoke again. I have decided that I want to know everything. What? Are you sure? The chestnut answered surprised, understanding the meaning of the phrase. Maybe the guy was saying it out of curiosity, but the story where she came from would not be something simple to assimilate. I do not know if that is the most appropriate. Maybe it's too complicated to understand. I don't even know if I'll know how to explain it. That will be for me to decide, he declared impressively. In any case, it seems to me that if you are going to stay, you should have my support. There are many things about this world that you obviously don't know. You will need someone to support you. Tenten had thought about it. To think that she had declared that this place would be her home, she couldn't help but feel lonely. He did not dare to confess his reality to his team. She didn't want to be questioned about the world she came from and to have to tell them what had happened to them. He would not dare to confess that in his reality, Neji was dead, and that it was very likely that Guy sensei was, too. I didn't know how they could take it. Besides that it would be a very difficult news to assimilate. Most likely they would think that she is crazy. On the other hand, the idea of this new Naruto was tempting. I really needed someone to talk to. Although I was almost sure that his tone of voice sounded more like a bribe than a persuasion. He sighed. He knew that she was alone in this world, and that what she longed for most was to be able to be herself without restrictions. I can't keep calling you Naruto, can I? He said to her smiling. What is your name? Menma, the boy replied. Menma Uzumaki. No. Corrected the blond. Menma Namikaze. He was looking at her suspiciously. He was sure that what this girl would tell him would be absolutely interesting. >> [music] >> And it certainly had been so. He still had a lot of things to know. Being ninjas and in the situation the village was in, they hadn't had much time to sit down and have a cordial conversation. In addition, it would be suspicious that overnight the two will spend it together. Menma was extremely astute, knew well how to be cautious, and had handled the situation intelligently. The boy did not leave her alone. He was extremely curious. Every time he could, he slipped away to look for her and ask him questions. Tenten had told her about his past and his personal story. It was an uninteresting story if you ask her opinion, but it was for Menma. And in a way it was refreshing for her to be able to talk. He needed to feel that his past was real. I was afraid that if I stayed quiet for a day, but I was going to forget it. I was going to forget who she was. Menma had slowly gained enough trust for her to open up to him. She had told him everything about herself, things that even she didn't know she still remembered, hidden details of her past and thoughts. The blond had become an excellent listener. He didn't even know if the story of the Tenten he had grown up with was the same as the one she was telling him, but he listened carefully. The young girl never knew her parents, she didn't know anything about them. They could have abandoned her or they could have died during the war. She really wasn't interested anymore. He had been raised in a family home until he entered the academy. When he became genin, he was able to pay for his own room, and upon promotion to chunin, he bought his first apartment. Perhaps the Tenten of this dimension had grown up in the same way because she lived in the same apartment that she had in her world. Be that as it may, it didn't have an overly tragic or very interesting story. She was an ordinary girl who trained hard every day to become a better ninja. Menma could easily determine that Tenten was modest. Her abilities were greater than what she described, she was so talented that she had been capable to resist the hard training of Guy sensei for years. He was helping Neji and Ael to improve their skills. Despite not possessing a natural talent for ninjutsu, he had managed to control the elements through his scrolls. As for the transportation technique, it was the best and not to mention his innate ability to know how to use any type of knife or explosive weapon at such a young age. That is, he had his own talent and usefulness as a member of the Guy team, a team completely specialized in taijutsu combat. Menma would never have been interested in her abilities if it weren't for the strangers, events that led him to discover that this girl was not the Tenten of this world. The kunoichi he knew had never seemed interesting or outstanding in any particular aspect. He didn't really know his teammates in depth, just to Sasuke and Sakura for living together for years next to them. Part of him was ashamed that he hadn't paid more attention. If he had, he would have been perfectly capable of describing to Tenten what [music] his other self of this world was like, but he honestly didn't know her, and neither of them dared to ask any of his teammates. That's why they decided to stay with the brief version of what Menma remembered. The chestnut recognized that her alternate self was not a very interesting kunoichi. A part of her felt rejection for that version of herself anyway. What kind of ninja was he if he couldn't use weapons properly? It was something unacceptable. On the other hand, Menma had devoted herself to observing the girl with great curiosity. She had become an enigma that I wanted to reveal. There on the balcony, sitting on the edge, seeing her leaning on the railing, he noticed that he felt at ease in her company, even if they weren't talking about anything in particular. He had never felt that way with any of his colleagues. Sasuke and Sakura were always arguing with each other, and his sensei was so exhausted all the time that he didn't bother to correct them. When he got tired of his cackling, he would simply retreat. One thing he liked about Tenten was that he didn't chatter. When he was in a good mood, he talked too much, but what he had to say always seemed interesting to him. Menma, the girl called pulling him out of his thoughts. Do you think it would be too daring of me to ask you to introduce me to your parents? She asked timidly, but with a special twinkle in her eyes that was complemented by her blush. Okay, that was something new and unexpected. There was the brown girl blushing as I had seen Sakura or Ino a thousand times every time he said something silly or Ino, who had an extremely personality. Shy. But none of these women had ever seemed to him so charming as she looked. Suddenly, she felt the colors rise to her face. What was she thinking about? It wasn't possible that I was starting to feel attraction for her, was it? Well, it was true that they had been spending a lot of time together. He could even admit that he knew her very well, but still he couldn't be thinking about that kind of thing. So, he decided that he was giving too much importance to that matter. You don't know my parents in your world. He said clearing his throat, diverting the topic. Maybe that way he wouldn't notice the blush that was starting to form on his cheeks. Tenten felt as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown at him. Why the [ __ ] should I have mentioned that? I was just crazy. It had slipped out. I was so distracted thinking about the fourth Hokage and how exciting it would be to be able to meet him and his wife, who had been such admirable ninjas. It would be a real waste to live in that world and not have some contact with them. Ah. She hesitated before the expectant look of Menma, who was waiting for an explanation from her. What's the matter? He immediately noticed the change in his posture. Even his face had turned pale. Tell me about it, ordered the blond with a frown. Tenten sighed. There was no point taking so many detours with this guy. Menma was mature enough to assimilate that news in a good way. She had already done it with everything she had managed to share with him so far and would not desist from asking him until she finally told him. However, he had told her things that did not directly involve him, such as what he was about to tell her. He sighed taking courage. Is that where I come from? My Menma to my case was. The fourth Hokage was aware of the surprise that was drawn on the boy's features. >> [music] >> He had immediately understood what that meant. Tenten continued to speak shyly. He and his wife gave their lives to save the village and their son. When the QB was released 18 years ago, he paused to watch him. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned anything about meeting them. Forget it, please. I was embarrassed. I didn't know why he had apologized, but I felt it was the right thing to do. Menma was amazed. Unconsciously, he turned his face towards the mountain he had carved on its surface. The faces of the village rulers. He tried to imagine his father's face carved on her and a contradictory feeling arose in him. She couldn't imagine what her life would have been like if she hadn't grown up with her parents. He had made stupid mistakes in the past thanks to his ambition and he [music] knew it. Embarrassed. When he was younger, he escaped from the village when he found out that he was the carrier of a creature considered evil. He did not know why something like this had been done to him. He did not know how to handle such a situation. And when his head turned into a chaos, the locate if he had possessed it. Before the help of his parents, he would not he would not have been able to reconcile with the creature to finally master that incredible power. That revelation only made her curiosity increase. She wanted to know more about that world. She set her eyes on the chestnut tree again, almost reproachfully making Tenten feel intimidated. He watched her for what seemed like an eternity before smoothing the gesture of her face. All right, he said calmly. I can introduce them to you. Would you really do that? The girl said slowly with surprise and excitement. His eyes sparkled at the expectation. I have only one condition. His calm masculine expression took on a slight and almost imperceptible malevolent tinge that caused the girl to turn over in her stomach. What was I thinking about? The blond man came down from the balcony and abruptly shortened the distance separating him. Tenten bumped into the railing as he took a step. Rushing back when his personal space was invaded, he only managed to get imprisoned between the male arms. When the blond leaned his palms on the wall where he had supported his back. Menma, they were so close that he almost collided his nose with hers. His intense blue eyes seemed to pierce through her and see through her thoughts. That closeness made his heart beat crazily. There are many more things I want to know. You must tell me everything, he said burning her with his gaze. The deep timber of his voice distracted her for a moment until she realized what it all meant. Everything? He asked her with concern. I've never seen Naruto behave like that before. He was a kid compared to Menma. There was nothing childish about that way of bullying her. Was he taller or had she cringed at his domineering attitude? She was acting like a fool and well, Menma wasn't cooperating either. Why did she have to get so close just to tell her that? She was sure that there were other ways of persuasion for her goal. Do not lie to her. He tried to face her, but he couldn't. It's okay, he said looking away completely from I'll tell you everything I know. Menma gathered her eyebrows and her eyes closed slightly, her expression reflected doubt and suspicion. Absolutely everything. She said in a guttural voice. Every detail I can remember, Tenten replied looking at him as confidently as she could muster. She felt the absence of his warmth when the young man walked away from her. Hey, what are you doing? Tenten said scandalized. Menma had opened the bay window that looked into Tenten's room with a confidence that he had attributed to himself. Get your things ready. I was assigned a diplomatic mission to the village from the forests and then we will pass through the iron country to look for some resources that Lady Tsunade requested. Now that the reconstructions are completely finished, Law Quinta thought about expanding and reinforcing certain areas of the village. He explained letting show a devilish little smile. I have requested that you come with me so that you can transport the necessary in your scrolls. There is no one better for that task. Menma said imposing herself as she walked around the room curiously observing everything around her before returning towards the bay window where Tenten was standing looking at him in disbelief with her arms crossed. Visibly upset by the invasion of her privacy, the trip will be long. It could take more than a month. That time will give us enough privacy so that you can tell me everything without there being any danger that someone will listen to us. Prepare everything you need, he concluded firmly. We'll meet at the west exit in 2 hours. It was clear that the boy had his virtues. He had accepted that immediately, but it was very hateful of him that he took for granted that she was going to obey his orders without question. I was very wrong about that. Why are you so sure I'm coming with you? I could refuse, she expressed angrily without changing her closed pose. Menma imitated his gesture and closed her eyes while smiling. He pulled a scroll out of his jacket which he gently held out to her. The young woman took a few minutes to read the contents in detail and sighed resignedly. She had been defeated for the second time. It was an order signed by Lady Tsunade in which she ordered the couple's mission. Hell, she'd make him pay for humiliating her out of it. She was sure. He was an expert at manipulating his superiors. He angrily handed the scroll back to her before entering the room to start with the preparations for his trip. Get the hell out of here. I'll see you in 2 hours, Tenten said reluctantly. Menma smiled for the third time that afternoon as he watched her grumble about her bad luck. She was also extremely charming when she got angry. He watched her one last time before leaving the room pleased for his triumph to head home to prepare for the trip as well. That mission would be very promising. The west entrance, [music] 10:00 a.m. sharp. Menma watched as Tenten walked up clearly angry. It was evident in her posture. Strangely, to see her like that was something that said it. It was fun. I wouldn't tell him, obviously. The girl was carrying a large scroll and her travel bag on her back. When she was at his side, she looked at him with a frown. Menma smiled at him with feigned innocence before starting the walk. It was noon. They had to be careful along the way against any surprise attack by any enemy. Despite the fact that a year had passed since the village had been attacked, the Hokage still maintained a routine of extra care with all its soldiers, did not neglect the surveillance of the borders or skimp on the security of the city. He also carefully selected and distributed the missions that each team should fulfill. He had certainly been reluctant to let him go on such a long mission. The legendary Sannin considered that they were still in a state of vulnerability, so it was more productive to have him around. The leaf bijuu was the best defense and attack than the one the village was counting on. However, Menma managed to convince her that only he could persuade the ruler of those lands to agree to the leaf's request. They needed a lot of resources that only the forest land could provide even though the leaf village was rich in natural resources. He also stressed that trade exchanges were necessary to strengthen diplomatic relations. Besides, Menma knew that the long journey with Tenten would be incredibly convenient for her. They could converse freely without anyone interrupting them as he had already explained to the chestnut. The time of day had allowed them to stop in a busy area for a leisurely lunch before starting the real journey to those lands. That would take them at least 12 days on the way. Will you still be angry during the whole trip? She said when she sat down at the table with the plates of food, dango's for her and ramen for him. Tenten looked at him resentfully. Do you know that if you had asked me to accompany you in the first place, I wouldn't be angry? I don't like things to be imposed on me, he claimed the chestnut with his eyes closed before taking the first bite of his food. I know and I must apologize for my attitude towards you, Menma said seriously but slightly submissively. Tenten opened her eyes to look at him and notice if his words were sincere or if it was just another manipulation on his part. I acted with authoritarianism and without consulting your opinion. You really accept my sincere apologies. The young kunoichi watched him carefully. He was sitting in front of her with his gaze fixed on her before landing her on his plate and a slight blush covering his cheeks. He had learned to read her expressions. Everything in her attitude showed sincerity. It's all right, he answered conciliatorily. You don't have to be so formal. I'll get over the anger. It's not a big deal and you're right anyway. To talk about the world I come from, it is better to do it on a neutral ground, the chestnut admitted softening his expression. An innocent smile adorned the youthful faces. We can start now, Menma suggested. Tenten took a deep breath as he tried to sort his thoughts out. Where could I start? I wasn't very good at remembering specific facts. She was always a good student, but she was not a prodigy like Shikamaru, Neji, or Sakura, who could recite verbatim the knowledge they had been taught at the academy. Well, Shikamaru would think that it would be problematic to teach someone what they had been taught in the academy all those years ago. Wait a minute. That idea was very good. Before he changed his mind, he started telling the story as he had been taught. The history of the world as she knew it, from the emergence of the girl village, important characters, the attack of the Kyubi that took the life of the fourth Hokage, the relationship between the villages, the previous wars to the development of the great war in which it had been formed, the amazing Shinobi Alliance. Tenten was surprised to see how much historical data his mind had preserved. She felt proud of herself. Menma was fascinated by his story, and at the same time, they had compared both realities, discovering that there were not so many differences in the previous events. Both enjoyed the conversation like a pair of intellectuals sharing accurate historical data, and discussing the events that they could not quite remember. Once they had exhausted the topic of general history, it was time to delve deeper on more personal issues. The chestnut made an effort to tell her everything she could remember about Naruto Uzumaki, described Team 7 and the rest of her companions as she knew them, was as detailed as she could, and related the experiences she shared personally with each of them. Menma was an excellent listener. He knew how to keep silent >> [music] >> and asked curiously when something caught his attention. He evidently felt very curious about the complications in the life of his alternate self, Naruto, also known as the hyperactive blonde or hero of the leaf. I couldn't blame him. The Naruto story was definitely very eye-catching. She didn't know all the details, but she told him about Sasuke Uchiha's defection and the tragedy that had happened to his entire clan. He talked about Shikamaru's intelligence, Lee's eccentricities, Neji's virtues, Sakura's talent as an average ninja, the fame of Kakashi sensei. He talked about everything he could find in the most hidden corners of his mind. Little by little, an atmosphere of sadness hung over her that adorned her countenance as the hour approached to relate the last thing she remembered about the development of the war, the death of Neji, and finally, the spell that had trapped them all in a dream world. He had listened attentively. Do you think I'll be stuck here forever? Tenten asked as they made their way back to the leaf from the waterfall. A month had passed since they started the mission. A comfortable silence had come between them that morning as they made a short stop in the middle of the lush forest. The night before, they had set up the makeshift camp on the bank of a river with crystal clear waters and constant current to rest. The chestnut had finished her story, and Menma hadn't decided how she felt about it. He hated the idea that his whole world was the product of the power of an ancient super powerful corpse with the attributes of the supreme god. Still, everything Tenten had told made sense. I could feel the sincerity of his words. No need to get into the wise mode. I wanted to say something that could console her, to fabricate a fabulous theory that would manage to unravel that illusory web that had trapped her and all the humans in her world in different dimensions, if it could be interpreted the infinite Tsukiyomi in that way. The truth is that everyone was trapped in a world of dreams adapted for everyone, a dream that seemed to have no end. He took his usual cross-armed posture that indicated an analytical attitude, reflecting on all the information, and on what he himself might assume. Tenten waited patiently to hear what he had to say. I have researched about Madara in the past, Menma commented. According to what you have told me, he is even more powerful than the writings about him mention, which indicates that the illusion probably cannot be broken. Humanity's only hope lies in the revived Sukajas managing to defeat or seal it, and even then, that would not be a sure guarantee that the genjutsu will be broken, he said after a while. It seems that his purpose is a perfect plan. Perhaps even he himself will not be able to break it. I'm sorry. I know it's not very encouraging what I've told you, but no, I can't think of any other probability. I was sincerely sorry. He wished with all his might to have a more comfortable answer for her, but it was not so. >> [music] >> It's just that everything feels as real as this fake world can be, Tenten replied in confusion as she looked [clears throat] at her own hands. Being caught up in a trance, the young woman took a piece of earth, felt it slide down her hand through the extension of her fingers until it fell to the ground from where she had taken it. The rays of the sun that filtered through the cracks that the leafy trees let escape managed to provide warmth to her body. It was such a beautiful landscape on a cool morning. It could have been a perfect day if not for the desolation that hit her so violently, causing her an unbearable urge to burst into tears. If I will never be able to wake up, I want to hold onto the idea that this is real, she said with timing, the tears filling his eyes. In this world, Neji is alive. Also, Shikamaru and Hinata's parents, all those who died in battle are, too. There are no destroyed families or cities. All the villages are safe, even if there is no alliance in their own way. Even your parents are alive, and Sasuke is in the village despite the tragedy of his family. Everyone is somehow happy. A treacherous tear was running down her cheek, and she rushed to wipe it away angrily. She hated crying, but every time she wiped one away, another tear followed her until the drops had become a cascade of her anguish, Augusta, sadness, and longing. For Menma, that situation in which a woman cried always made her uncomfortable. At that time, I had always counted on Sasuke to take care of being the girl's teardrop handkerchief when that situation presented itself, because the dark-haired man had a great charm to do, approaching them while the situation completely evaded him. However, this time it was different. I didn't feel that uncontrollable urge to want to run away. No, he wanted to get involved. He did not need to be in the wise mode to perceive with each of his senses the anguish and the disaster mewing of the young chestnut who was desperate to find some peace inside her confused heart. She got up from where she was and only had to apply a minimum amount of force to make the woman recharge on her chest. As soon as he got closer, she sought refuge in his arms and sobbed yes silently with her forehead resting on his chest. The blonde only managed to give her some comforting caresses on her back that could help her control the spasms of her body. He did not dare to touch her too much. However, I knew well that the warmth of a hug was all I needed in this moments. A long time passed until the tremors stopped. By that time, I was already hugging her. Without knowing how, he had sat leaning his back on a tree, and the sad woman settled into the empty space between his legs to surrender to his protective embrace. She was a little sleepy, safe in his arms. Her frantic heart was now beating at the same pace as Menma's. She heard its beats clearly as she had her head resting on her chest. The talented ninja was observing the beauty of the abstracted landscape. She left gentle caresses on the chestnut's back, wishing to be able to take the sadness out of her broken heart, but she knew well that she herself was the one who could heal when she was ready to detach herself from that reality that now formed part of his past. She felt that she had let go of much of the weight of guilt that she carried day by day. Yes, that was it. The guilt of living peacefully in a world where her dreams were coming true when the reality was a complete tragedy. I didn't feel I deserved to be at peace. This feels so real, she repeated almost in a whisper. He was not referring to the generalities. Now, she was talking about his arms wrapping around her, his warmth, his caresses, his scent, the firmness of his chest, >> [music] >> and the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat. He seemed to be thinking out loud. It is, Menma replied. Thank you. Menma whispered with her eyes closed. The boy smiled warmly. Usually, when she was distracted, the girl used to call him Naruto, but now in this situation, she had called him by his name. I was beginning to recognize it, and I had enjoyed that feeling a lot. It was a sweet and pleasant feeling. You should see yourself in a mirror, Kurama said as if it were the voice of his conscience with a mocking tone that had stood out. All flushed and in that ridiculous posture. Silence, Kurama, the boy chided him. He didn't feel like arguing. He was feeling sleepy. Oh, relax. She can't hear us. What's the matter with you? Are you getting soft from a couple of tears? He questioned the bijuu. It's not just a couple of tears, and you know it, replied the boy already with his eyes closed. She's going to infect you with that feeling when he disappears from this world as suddenly as he arrived. It will make you miserable, said the fox, speaking with wisdom and a little resentment. Trust me, I know. Even if all the predictions in her world are fateful, there will always be some light in the darkness, and when the light prevails again, she will return to her true home. You won't be able to follow her where she belongs. It's too selfish of me to wish deep down that she wouldn't return to her world. Menma replied truthfully. You don't need to tell me. I am that background and I know it. You start to develop feelings for her. If you leave the way clear, they will dominate you. I can only give you one piece of advice reason. Tenten was resting peacefully on the fluffy grass where Menma had settled her when she fell fast asleep. He took the sleeping bag out of his bag because the girl had her things organized in scrolls that he was not able to manipulate. Very cunning. He decided to let her rest. His mission would be extended for one more day. But what did it matter? He needed his partner to have enough energy to move on his own. Although he knew well inside that it wouldn't bother him at all to carry her leaning on his back the rest of the way if she didn't feel strong enough to move. He had decided that he would take it upon himself to protect her even if she didn't need him. You should have woken me up. Tenten said as he rose from his deep slumber. Lucia is very comfortable and placid. I didn't see the need to wake you up. Menma replied with a smile causing the chestnut to blush. I'm sorry. We lost another day and besides you haven't slept at all. You can rest for a bit. I'll cover the guard. Added the embarrassed girl getting up to arrange the greeting. You sleep or it's yours. That's right. I couldn't get yours. Menma admitted. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. I'll make what we'll eat for the rest of the trip. Tenten said more cheerfully. While resting she had felt a pleasant aroma that had kept her in a state of tranquility. So it was the smell of Menma impregnated in the sleeping bag. You don't have to take my turns to cook. Really I'm not tired and it hasn't been a problem waiting for you to wake up. But I insist. Menma smiled. She really was very sweet. As you like. Besides you cook very well. Of course. Tenten replied more animatedly. Menma had behaved like a real gentleman to her. It had been very helpful to let off steam to listen to his words to lend him his shoulder to carry some of his own weight. I had learned to get to know him little by little. Although I knew that part of his personality consisted of caring and helping his classmates he was also the kind of quiet reserved not very talkative guy and much less was he one of those. He openly showed his feelings. Thank you. That's all I could say. At some point there would be something she could do to return all the kindness he had had with her. Menma smiled at his gesture and at his words. Tenten was a very special girl. Every day his feelings for her became more intense. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to go on this mission alone. They had spent too much time together and now he would have that feeling of longing for her to see her to talk to her every day. He didn't want her to get away from him. How was it possible that in such a short time a person could become so necessary? He had reflected on that during the trip. They would soon reach the village and the blind despair of the impending separation was torturing him. On the other hand the same feeling also arose in Tenten. Menma had transformed into her new reality. He was kind determined [music] intelligent reliable and he had to admit that he found him magnetically attractive. While the Naruto she knew wasn't unpleasant to look at it lacked that particular aura that surrounded Menma. She didn't know how to explain it. Although you could say that they were the same person she knew that they were not the same. He was very fond of Naruto. He was as fond of him as Lee. But the boy could be desperate and unexpected in his actions that seemed stressful to him. On the other hand Menma was sober enigmatic and analytical. He did not let himself be carried away by the river of his emotions. She liked that about him. Both personalities were admirable in their own way. The abysmal difference was that Menma had I don't know what that seduced her and that scared her. Maybe it was the way he looked at her with that resplendent sparkle in his incredible blue eyes or his half sideways smile as if trying to contain her. Even his hairstyle seemed attractive. His voice was more serious and his bearing in general was much more elegant. God how was it possible that the first time I felt something like that was inside an illusion. Maybe that's what a person as full of evil as Madara Uchiha was seriously about. Was he able to create a parallel world in which all dreams would come true? Well if the reward was to fulfill his dreams maybe it wasn't such an evil jutsu. Even less if Menma came to reciprocate his feelings. Maybe that was the deception. What if Menma didn't see her the same way? The village gates were in plain sight as a glaring reminder that his long journey was finally over. After delivering the report to a very different lady Tsunade Tenten was preparing to return to her apartment a little sad. Goodbye Menma. He said trying to sound casual avoiding eye contact so I wouldn't notice his decay. Again thanks for everything. I really needed to get out and get a new air. Perhaps he was trying hard to smile trying to hide behind that fake smile the nostalgia he felt for the impending separation. Menma had noticed it and her heart gave a leap of excitement. Did she feel the same desire as him? You must not say goodbye yet. We still have one more thing to do. Said Menma determined to stop his walk. Follow me. Tenten looked at him surprised what he was talking about. There was nothing more to do. Once the report was delivered the mission was over. Menma didn't need to use her time anymore. She probably had important things to take care of and Tenten didn't want to waste his time. Come on. Menma ordered kindly when she noticed that the girl remained motionless in its place. I could read the bewilderment and intrigue in his expression. But what remained to be done was very important. He had to keep his promise to her. He motioned to her with his hand. Only until then did the chestnut get moving. >> [music] >> They were walking through the crowded ones the streets of the center of the village very close to the tour de l'ocage. Tenten knew the place only by sight. He had never really stopped to walk around that area of the center. She was a busy girl. She was always on some mission. The training camps were at the ends of the city. Her house was left towards the outskirts. So when she delivered her reports she went at full speed without detailing what was around her. She did her shopping close to home and the restaurants she used to frequent with her team or alone were on the other side of the central area. Where were they going? He was wondering when Menma stopped in front of a colorful and beautiful red tiled house elegant two-story >> [music] >> with the extravagant design that characterized the architecture of the leaf. If you were in another country and you saw that design you would know without asking that the owners are from the village of La Hoya. Only up to that moment did it fall into account account of reality. Menma had brought her to her house which meant one thing. Oh my God. He said in a whisper without being able to believe it when he caught the idea. From her position Menma was observing the main window of her house before saying my mother is at home. She reported when she detected the presence of his progenitor. Yes. Menma was going to introduce her to her parents. God it was so exciting to meet two famous heroes of the leaf. I had read so much about them even before I knew they were Naruto's parents. The fourth Hokage was very famous and Kushina was one of the kunoichi the most influential kunoichis of the leaf. It was curious that he knew because the information about them was classified especially about the woman. However during his time at the academy he had managed to research everything he could find about Tsunade and the rest of the most recognized kunoichi of the blade. His sometimes reckless sensei got him a book that mentioned Kushina as a member of the ancient whirlpool country and an almost extinct clan. Perhaps Guy sensei did not think that a classified book in the hands of a young woman would be considered dangerous or perhaps he had admired the passion with which she spoke about her heroines that he could not answer resist the temptation to motivate her. Whatever it was the book did not pose a risk to anyone. In it it briefly explained the ninja skills of the most influential women in the ninja world. Oh that was quite a revelation for Tenten. In his early days as Genningai sensei he determined that he had a talent for fenjutsu. After reading that this mysterious kunoichi belonged to an ancient clan that specialized in sealing techniques. His research took that direction. Those represented her first steps to becoming a kunoichi specialist in transportation techniques and seals. She was not as sophisticated as the members of that clan. She lacked the innate heritage. But with a lot of effort and dedication she had managed to consolidate herself as such. His ability to seal objects was never in question. He smiled wryly. Even that ancient book didn't mention that that clan it was the Uzumaki. Well she was very young at that time. Even if she had mentioned it she wouldn't have related it to Naruto. This was a once in a lifetime situation. Even in the war he had no chance to get close to the revived fourth Hokage Minato. She could barely see him from afar. But in this world he was truly alive. How different could he be to reality from what she had read about him, about both of them? "There was no need to come today," she told Menma, being a prey to a sudden nervous breakdown and shyness. "My parents are in the village, but they are still active ninjas," the blonde replied logically. "It is likely that at any moment they will have some mission, and it could take days to return, or maybe you are on some mission. Doesn't it seem to you that missing out on today's opportunity would be a mistake?" As expected, the boy was absolutely right. How was it possible that he was always so persuasive? She well knew what it was like to go on a mission, to return, and immediately leave for another. When she was free, she just wanted to sleep all day without anyone bothering her until her next mission. Yes, it was definitely a unique opportunity, an invitation that I wouldn't refuse for the world. Although he would have liked to change earlier, or at least take a shower. "You're right, as usual." She admitted decisively. "Then come on," replied the boy triumphantly. Behaving like a gentleman, he gave way to her so that she could start climbing the stairs first. Usually, her teammates forgot that little detail, that she was a girl, so she had rarely received such gestures. It didn't bother her. She had gotten used to being somewhat rude and unfeminine, so the delicacy that Menma showed with her made her feel somewhat embarrassed. Those subtle actions made her feel flattered and a little embarrassed. When they arrived at the house, Menma lent him some slippers so that he could leave his sandals in the corresponding closet for the shoes and announced that he had arrived home. The red-haired kunoichi was making preparations to start dinner, as it was already the afternoon. The night had passed and the last rays of the sun had waned. She greeted him enthusiastically from the kitchen, not realizing that her son had arrived with a guest. "You're here, son. I'll be right there in a second." She said effusively as she left her green apron on the counter. She was about to kiss his neck when she noticed that the blonde was not alone. "Oh, but you've brought a guest." She exclaimed more than surprised, making Tenten's face, if possible, [music] turn redder. "Mom, this is Tenten, my partner in this mission." "Introduced by Menma, I took the liberty of inviting her to dinner." The surprised kitchen kept looking at them alternately, while suspicion believed more and more inside. Something was happening there, and she was going to find out at any cost. On the other hand, Tenten was so embarrassed that he dared not look at her. He was walking up and down his view of the interesting and admirable design of the floor carpet. The inquisitive mother did not miss any movement, neither the charming shyness of the brown girl, nor the almost insignificant gesture of Menma when she played for more than a a millisecond the girl's shoulder, giving her a squeeze is noteworthy. Not to mention that radiant look she had never seen on her son's face. There was definitely something going on. His Menma was too reserved for that kind of approach. Tenten finally raised his blushing face, >> [music] >> and after looking at the admirable kunoichi's face, made an exaggerated bow of respect. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Kasina. I am sorry if my sudden visit has caused you any inconvenience." Kasina perceived that the girl's aura was pleasant, and she was also very pretty. "Oh, don't talk nonsense. It's not a bother. Any of Menma's friends are welcome in this house," she said animatedly, adding the last comment looking with complicity at her son. Menma looked at her indifferently, while Kasina clasped Tenten by the shoulders, and she almost felt herself collapse. So it was a situation that he could never have imagined. "Thank you," Tenten replied more calmly. "I'm sorry. We just got back from a long trip. Could I use your bathroom to wash my hands?" "Of course. Menma show him where he can wash up," the mother ordered. "I insist that you take a shower. I know what it's like to arrive from a mission. It's exhausting. I'll lend you clothes if necessary. Don't worry about anything." "Oh, it's not necessary. Please don't bother," Tenten said commentarily abashed. His face was about to reach the boiling point. "It's no bother. Go with Menma," the redhead replied returning to the kitchen to look for new ingredients. This unexpected surprise required a slightly more elaborate dinner than usual. The blonde man expected such an attitude from his mother, always distant and excited about any news, especially when it came to him. He subtly slipped his hand along the chestnut's elbow, motioning her to follow him down the hall to his room. That gesture also did not escape Kasina, nor the fact that Menma had not discussed her decision, nor that she was collaborating with just at her suggestion. He had not stopped stirring the kitchen looking for the ingredients he needed, while happily thinking that his son had found something else that interested him as much as his ninja career. "Your mother is lovely, and she is very beautiful," Tenten praised as she followed the boy down the hallway. "I was really trapped in a dream, because things like that didn't happen in reality. It's a little emotional, but you're right. My mother is a very special woman," Menma replied opening the door for the young woman to enter. "You can use the bathroom in my room. I'll use the guest one. I'll just take what I need. Go ahead, come on in." The young man informed as he left his bag on the shelf shelf. Then he would have to organize all the contents in its rightful place. He went to the closet to take out some clothes and offered Tenten a clean towel. The young woman let out a modest laugh, amused by the situation she was in, and shook her head in rejection. She did not make any other gesture, nor did she say a word. It was not necessary. She just took out of her bag a small scroll, which she waved playfully while still smiling mischievously. Menma smiled back at him in fully understanding what that scroll meant. The girl didn't need anything. She was ready for everything. "You can feel at home," he told her before closing the door. When the chestnut was left alone in the room, she allowed herself to pry a little, at least with her eyes. She was not going to touch anything without the permission of her owner. With just a glance, I could notice the young man's presence in the place, his personality, even his particular aroma. Menma is very organized. Probably his mother had taken care of cleaning the room during his absence, but it was evident that he took care of maintenance himself. To have the order, everything was meticulously in place. Apparently, they had that in common. She was a bit of a perfectionist, and obviously Menma was too. Her heart throbbed with excitement at the thought of having things in common with him. He could no longer avoid the course of his thoughts and his feelings. Sooner or later, he would have to accept it. He liked Menma, and maybe, just maybe, he liked her, too. [music] Or maybe he just thought she was a little crazy and felt sorry for her. Apparently, the Tenten of this world was clumsy and asocial. Perhaps he was just worried about her as companions who Aaron, he had already proved to be an excellent comrade when he investigated her intentions before judging her as a traitor. "Maybe it was just empathy I was feeling, or even pity." That thought made her feel sad. "I really hoped he would notice her for what she was. But what the hell was I thinking?" She shook those ideas out of her head gracefully, making fun of herself for thinking nonsense, and decided to take a bath. That would help him clear his mind of the bunch of illogical scenarios he was imagining for no reason. Menma let the water from the shower relate his muscles, after all it had been a long mission in which they could only rest in their sleeping bags and in the last stretch. He had not slept at all, but he would never complain about that. She smiled at the tenderness of her memories. She could still feel Tenten gently resting on her chest. "I've never experienced anything like it before." Still, it was not only his physical exhaustion, nor the sweetness of those new feelings that overwhelmed him. That kept him in a state of comfortable drowsiness. He had never felt so much mental exhaustion before. His feelings were a whirlwind of emotions that he needed put in order. She hadn't stopped thinking about all the things Tenten had told her about his world. All of it had made her wonder if it was real, because all her memories felt very real. Her feelings, the pain, the past that her mind remembers had to be true. He refused to accept the idea that his life was the product of an inverted dimension of true reality, a simple illusion created by a powerful ninja. Although the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. It was not worth mentioning the large number of things that were out of place in his world, nor the obvious contradictions. He had always been very cunning, much more so than any of his companions, and he knew that Tenten was telling the truth. Although probably no one else would believe him. Anyway, the Tenten he had met before didn't have that imagination ability, nor would she have become an aru expert. More overnight, [music] everything she was saying made sense. In addition, everything she had related made her remember the strange incident that happened a couple of years ago, which finished confirming the theory of parallel worlds or mirror dimensions. Even Sakura had told that she had a strange dream once in which everyone was different from what she knew. Of course, he never paid too much attention to what she was saying, and she herself claimed that it had been a dream. There was no reason to think otherwise. Something similar had happened to him when he was possessed by the nine beast spirits. Mask. He had lost his memory of that time that passed. He only remembered some fragments that made no sense. And his parents did not remember too much about that time either. No one did. It was as if those moments had become clouded in everyone's memories, so not too much happened. Time until everything returned to normal. Despite that, a part of him always knew that something was missing. >> [music] >> So, that was it. She whispered looking at herself in the mirror after getting out of the shower. Perhaps that dead time in his memory was about a moment when the two dimensions connected. Just as it had happened to Sakura. He thought about that for a while. The steam from the bathroom that had fogged up part of the glass had already disappeared. And when he looked at himself, he imagined himself as Naruto, wondering if Tenten would ever be able to see him as Menma without remembering his old companion. That thought made him feel melancholy once again. He had already recognized that he liked the chestnut very much. There was no point in continuing to deceive himself. If she never managed to look at him as what he was in this world, there would never be any possibility that her feelings would correspond. It was too depressing to think about that. It would be very hard to overcome, but in the end everything would take its course. He had offered her his friendship unconditionally, and she had accepted to be his friend, nothing more. Again, thinking depressing things, Kurama questioned. Menma did not answer. That's enough. Are you a coward? Of course not. You are the best ninja of your generation. There is no better match. That girl would be very stupid if she turned you down. The bijuu's words managed to cheer him up a little. It was strange how their relationship had changed after that incident. Although the fox used a tone of complaint, Menma knew that she cared about him because she had come to have affection for him. And silently thanked him for his words. The ground he was treading on was completely unknown. I didn't know anything about women or romantic relationships. I didn't know how to create such an approach. He knew he was considered attractive among women, but that wasn't enough, not with her. Sasuke and Neji were two, and he had already seen how Tenten rejected them because of their personalities. Well, at least I hadn't rejected him. He was walking down the hall towards the kitchen, so immersed in his thoughts that he collided with the girl as she was leaving the room. Interrupting his thoughts that happened to be hovering around herself. She smiled at him charmingly. If she gets over the fact that every time she smiled at him, his heart was flooded with tenderness. That wasn't right at all if they were just going to be friends. I would have to ask him to stop smiling at her like that. Still, he couldn't help but return the gesture. At that time, she seemed much prettier. Perhaps it was her relaxed attitude, or it was an effect caused by seeing her wearing a simple dress that pale dark blue with slits on the sides that did not let anything be seen since he was wearing burgundy trousers under this one. What would you think about him if you knew that looking at his bare arms made him incredibly attractive? He would probably think I was a strange boy. How are you feeling? Menma asked. Maybe talking would distract him. A bath after a long mission always helps, doesn't it? The girl replied by stretching her arms over her head. Menma thought that this outfit gave her a much more stylish and feminine look. He had to avert his gaze so as not to notice on her breasts when she stretched her torso, or on how tiny her waist looked when making that movement, or on the delicious curve that her spine created, highlighting the firmness of her ass. She's beautiful. They looked at each other for an instant, both thinking on their own if the other would ever be able to notice their presence as something more than just a co-worker. Kushina cooked with much more enthusiasm than usual. She was so absorbed in her work that when Minato came home, she didn't notice it. >> [music] >> The redhead was working hard when the blonde surprised her by hugging her from behind seductively. The slowness before he started to leave a trail of wet kisses on her neck without caring that he was interrupting her work. Those kisses always managed to make the woman forget what she was doing, to surrender to the pleasure that her husband provided her. He knew how to seduce her. He knew where to touch her in order to submit her will to him. He sighed. Unfortunately, that night he could not allow himself to be provoked. "I'm sorry, you must stop." She told him regretfully. "Don't you like it?" The man responded provocatively, taking small bites on his earlobe while breathing into his ear. I knew it was driving her crazy. If she put her hand on the back of her neck and pulled her hair slightly, she knew she would be lost. "We are not alone, dear." Informed the woman reluctantly parting from his embrace, looking at him eloquently with resignation. "Oh, Menma's back." When his wife nodded, Minato felt somewhat sad. Although she was glad that her son had returned safely, >> [music] >> she couldn't help but regret and think that they would no longer have as much privacy as a couple. The last month had been like a honeymoon for the two, taking advantage of their absence. They had made a small trip to the country of hot springs. They spent an unforgettable week in that luxurious inn. >> [music] >> They were still young people full of energy and passion that overflowed without any restrictions. When he got home, his routine hadn't changed. Although he went out every day to follow up on an investigation that he directed, whenever he returned, they shared a pleasant dinner followed by a night of passion in any corner of the house. After all, they were alone. Apparently, now they would have to limit themselves only to the privacy of their room. His wife detected the blonde's heaviness. He didn't need his sensory skills to understand what he was feeling. She was also very sorry and very sorry. But on the other hand, maybe not everything would have to return to his old routine. Less so now that Menma had found something else that would keep him distracted. "Don't get like that, love." Said Kushina looking at the end charming sad face of her husband, adored his gestures of a tender child. If they were alone, she would have thrown him on the table and then ripped his clothes off with her teeth and subdued him before her. However, the moment of passion had vanished. He gave her a chaste kiss and watched the corridor in the direction of the sleeping ones to check that none of the young people would show up. She was dying to tell the new news to her husband he came accompanied. Squeaked in a whisper, Menma invited a girl to dinner. Usually, Kushina got too excited about the simplest things. She had a personality very explosive and never hid her feelings. It was not strange to Minato that she had that tendency to overreact to some news related to her son, but this time she had to prove him right. Minato knew Menma very well. They had an amazing father and son relationship. The trust between them so solid that I used to discuss about work issues with him even though he was just a chunin. They were not only family, but they were also friends. Menma knew everything about Minato, and Minato knew everything about Menma. Certainly, the guy would never invite a person to his house whom he does not he didn't really appreciate. He was too reserved in all aspects, and he really appreciated his privacy. Only on rare occasions had he invited his friends home. Kushina was right. It was really a novelty that she brought company, much more so if it was a girl who, obviously, was not Sakura, the hero's daughter. The father knew well that his son was very popular among women for being a ninja who excelled at any task that was presented to him in addition to his obvious physical attractiveness. But the young man had never been interested in any woman before, not even in the difficult stage of adolescence. He was focused on his professional goal. When she joked with him about Sakura's admiration for him, the boy said that he didn't have time to think about things like romance or dating. Even now that he had already turned 18, he still maintained that attitude. Now, if Menma had invited a young woman to dinner, it was because, perhaps, she had changed her mind about it. Kushina was looking at him with her face glowing with emotion. She had come to the same conclusion. >> [music] >> He had to admit that a great curiosity had also arisen in him to meet this mysterious girl. He left one last chaste kiss on his wife's lips before heading to his room to change clothes and get cleaned up after the long day at work. However, his tour was interrupted when he heard voices in the hallway. The young people talked about how relaxing it was to come back from a long mission to get some rest days at home, but the flow of the conversation dropped, and then they stood watching each other. Apparently, neither of them had realized how much time they had spent looking at each other without saying anything. Nor had they noticed the presence of the unwelcome spectator. They seemed to be absorbed in their thoughts, although it was evident that they were both thinking about each other without realizing it. Kushina had been right. Menma liked that girl, and fortunately for her son, she also corresponded with him. Both were too inexperienced to see the deep meaning of longing in their gazes. "I'm glad you came back, son." Minato interrupted casually, trying to be as kind as possible so as not to inconvenience them. Usually, you wouldn't dare to invade your child's privacy, but right now it was necessary. In spite of his subtlety, he had caused a start in the young chestnut girl, who turned her eyes to him. His heartbeat sped up even more when he heard that voice, if that was even possible. After all, he was already out of his mind as he stared at Menma, thinking about how much she liked him. The colors rushed into Tenten's face when her brown orbs met those blue eyes, so similar to Menma's. That they looked at her as if she had discovered her secret, or at least one of them. She could not stand the intensity of his gaze, and looked away completely embarrassed. This was his real, it was in front of the very room of cage. This world was getting more and more interesting. The situation was incredibly unusual. Menma noticed her partner's nervousness, smiled pleasantly, and hurried to introduce them to relieve the tension. "I'm already at home, Dad." He waved. "We arrived this afternoon. I'm sure you remember Tenten. She was my partner in this mission." The chestnut gave a violent shudder after the presentation made by Menma, and hurried to greet with a respectful bow. Minato smiled to see her acting so nervous. She was a funny girl. "Of course I remembered her. I didn't know her personally, but several months ago Menma had told her that one of her classmates was acting a little strange, almost suspicious. He told her about her and became very interested in researching about her sudden unusual attitude, so he required her permission to review some of her documents. Minato, he was about to leave on a mission, so he cleared it before he left. However, back then Menma's attitude of interest was completely professional. Eventually, it turned out that that same young woman turned out to be a suspect of treason, and it was Menma himself who took it upon himself to prove her innocence. He told her the details himself when he returned from his mission and found all that chaos in the village. From that moment, he had begun to notice her. It seems that he would soon have a long and drawn-out conversation with his son. I was already of legal age, and it would be a good conversation to accompany with a couple behind. "Welcome. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope you feel comfortable in our house." Minato expressed sincerely. "Please continue to the dining room. I will be with you in a moment." Tenten looked at him admiringly as he walked until he entered his room. He turned to Menma to tell her, "I know this must come very naturally to you, but it's really exciting." She told him whispering without being able to hide her feelings. "It's the fourth Hokage." He jokingly articulated pointing with his finger the direction in which the adult had disappeared. Menma couldn't help but let out a light laugh. I could understand that for her some common things in this world were fascinating to her. He loved being the only witness to those little gestures in her. Her father had been much more subtle in not making any insinuations, unlike her mother. Menma knew well what it meant that he had not only introduced Tenten to them, but had also taken her to dinner with them. He had made his feelings for her clear to his parents, but he trusted that they would both let him handle the situation as he saw fit. Although he was not going to refuse the conversation with his father when they had the opportunity. He was sure that he would need some of his advice. Kushina indicated to them that dinner would be ready soon when they appeared in the dining room. Tenten offered to help him serve dinner while Menma set the table. Kushina, dominated by curiosity, began to ask the chestnut a lot of things, completely ignoring the expression of exasperation that was drawn on her son's face, although deep down she knew that he felt incredibly pleased that his parents had received Tenten cordially. On the other hand, it was no problem for LaCasta to answer Kushina's questions, since they were all about her, her life, how she had grown up, her time at the academy, how she was doing at work, among other things. "I was just responding honestly. I didn't know my parents." She said when Kushina asked her about her family. The red-haired girl's face became like that of her hair as Menma looked at her reproachfully. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you so many things." She replied embarrassed. "Please don't worry." Tenten told her trying to reassure her. The dinner had gone smoothly once Minato joined them at the table. They talked about their lives as ninjas, their dreams, ambitions, and abilities, among many other things. Kushina was delighted with the girl, and Minato was getting a very good impression of her. Menma was more and more pleased that his parents liked Tenten. For her part, the chestnut felt very comfortable to think of the discomfort of the beginning. They were lovely people and had made her feel welcome. "It's amazing." Kushina expressed impressed. "Are you telling me that you can carry any amount of object in your scrolls?" "Not only objects." Menma added, "It also has the ability to transport some natural elements. I've seen him." Both heroes of the Leaf story showed expressions of amazement. Transportation techniques were very common among ninjas, but they had never met a shinobi who had the ability to summon and seal solid objects in such quantities. It required a lot of cunning, precision, and great amount of chakra to achieve it, not to mention the cunning that was needed to seal natural elements on scrolls. They had never heard about that. "You're awesome." Kushina told Tenten. "I have only put in the effort in my training, and some of the ideas were from my sensei." Tenten [music] expressed with humility. If they said it that way, it sounded more impressive than it really was. It seemed to him that they were exaggerating about their abilities. "You are a charmingly annoying girl." Minato said kindly. "I was outside the village during the Anzo attack, but we all found out about your involvement. We would have been in terrible trouble if it wasn't for your skills. Your performance was really heroic." "Oh, that's true. You also saved Menma. I would have been in a big predicament if it wasn't for you." Kushina added, "I really appreciate it." Tenten smiled and received his compliments without arguing too much. Menma's parents did not accept her annoyance and refuted her comments when she explained that what she was doing was not really that impressive. For them, Tenten's skills were amazing and innovative. They had never seen anything like it, and she was grateful for his attentions. She had been so charmed with the couple, just as they had been captivated with her, even if they try. "I didn't know that. Please, you must come another day, yes. I insist." said Kushina when the time had come for the goodbyes. "Sam, me. It has been a very pleasant evening. You are a very nice girl." Minato said passing his arm over his wife's shoulders, Menma as well, and invite his friends to dinner. "We really hope you can join us another day if it's okay with you." "Thank you. Of course. You have been very kind. I thank you for welcoming me into your home." Tenten replied with a bow before walking through the door. The blush of her shame had disappeared during the dinner. Menma watched as her parents returned her a suggestive look and silently asked them to respect her privacy before continuing to pay attention. None of the three would allow the girl to go home alone. Ninja or not, Menma would accompany her. After the young couple disappeared after closing the door, Minato gently pushed his wife against the door while looking at her provocatively. "I bet it will take a while for Menma to get back." He told her as he proceeded to untie her apron. Kushina smiled immediately catching the fiery attitude of her husband. "You know what? I bet she's not coming back tonight." She said before kissing him passionately. They both laughed mischievously at having found out Menma's little secret. The young man did not know it yet, but it was only a matter of time before he started a romantic relationship with this charming young woman. Well, she was of legal age after all, and perhaps their next night getaways would give them the privacy they enjoyed so much. In addition, they trusted their son, and the opportunity to be alone longer did not bother them at all. The young people were walking quietly along the busy streets of the village's shopping area. Tenten kept talking about how wonderful Menma's parents are. Although she sometimes mentioned Naruto, this fact no longer bothered the blonde. He knew that the girl talked about both of them as two different people. On the one hand, he was glad that there was a world in which his friend lived happily with his parents, and on the other hand, he kept asking Menma what it had been like growing up with them. The boy noticed that there was no longer any confusion in her. She recognized him as an individual. Maybe he thought of the two of them as twin brothers or something. That thought filled him with hope. The truth was that every time she looked at him with those huge brown eyes full of life and called him by name, she felt that her mind was annulled. That feeling of vertigo and tingling that he had only felt when he was in an extreme situation had presented itself to him in a different way. He felt fascinated. His feelings for her had come up so subtly that he hadn't noticed. At first it had only been suspicion and then it was curiosity accompanied by the empathy she feels for all her classmates. But I doubted very much that she had developed this kind of feeling for any of the other kunoichi. It was Obviously, Tenten was different. Perhaps it had been the experience of participating in a war that had given her a perspective of maturity in situations in which other girls her age do not have experience. Despite the fact that she was a year older than him, the girl was incredibly innocent and her attitude to discovering some novelty in this world made her supremely charming. This mixture of the two fascinated him. Whenever she had any doubts about how something worked in this world, she always went to him and gladly explained everything to him. Everything I would like to know. Tenten was funny, kind, modest, determined, loyal to her village, astute, talented, outgoing and at the same time adaptable to any situation. Besides that, she was beautiful, much more than meets the eye. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to him that she was perfect. Menma had never been interested in any romantic relationship. She considered herself too young to get involved in such a relationship. And there was no girl who had managed to get her attention or perhaps she was too demanding with the women as Sasuke had once mentioned. Still, how could I pass up the opportunity to experience something like that with that woman? While she was talking, he kept thinking about how to tell her how he felt. He didn't want to waste his time getting his hopes up. He relied on the many plans he had in his professional life to distract himself in case she rejected him. Even though a part of him knew she wouldn't. Maybe it was because of the way she looked at him in those subtle approaches that he sought and she did not refuse. The sparkle in her eyes was different when she looked at him. God hoped none of that was a figment of his imagination. He was not a person who gave up easily and he had already decided I was going to conquer her. It might be too early to determine if she felt the same way about him, but he wouldn't waste the curiosity he aroused in her to use it to his advantage. It had become another of his goals to conquer Tenten. And he was a person who achieved his goals at any cost. >> [music] >> Suddenly, he noticed in the distance a presence that always managed to make him uncomfortable. Almost by inertia, he acted quickly taking Tenten by the arm and ran with her towards the end of the street. Entering a not crowded and dark sidewalk that hid them from all the bustle that was on the street. There, sheltered between the two buildings, he waited. Tenten expressed with emotion everything he had experienced that night. It would be a nice memory that would stay in his memory permanently. Of course, Menma's parents had invited her to accompany them more often, but that's something that wouldn't depend on her. She didn't know if Menma would be comfortable inviting her back to her house. He was a very reserved guy. Besides, he didn't tell her anything. Be that as it may, she was very happy. She talked non-stop. It had been a long time since she felt like herself. The blonde was a good listener. She had taken the yoke of her past off him. She felt that she could be herself with him. Even though she had hardly intervened in the conversation, she did not complain about his chatter. From time to time, Tenten noticed that the boy was looking at her intensely, but she had decided that he was imagining things. She had no experience with boys. All she knew was that no one had ever looked at her like that before. I had to stop looking at her that way. His blue eyes were already too charming to have to resist his intense fixed gaze without the urge to kiss him overpowering her. She was just imagining scenarios in her head about how her kisses would feel when the young man's face abruptly changed its serene expression to one of caution. He took her by the arm and ran with her to the end of the street where, for for some reason, they hid in an alley where the crowd of the street could not reach them. She was about to question his strange attitude when the boy made her lean her back against the wall and brought his body too close to hers. The chestnut stood motionless. Her nose was at the level of the masculine collarbone, now naked because the clothes Menma was wearing were civilian. A simple white open-neck t-shirt with the swirl seal and dark pants similar to the ones I always wore. His warmth and aroma flooded her seducing her without her being able to help it. That mixture of perfume, soap, and her own characteristic smell was going to drive her crazy if she didn't walk away right away from her. Menma said getting his attention. With how close he was, he would surely be able to hear her heartbeat. It was only until that moment that Menma noticed the closeness she had provoked between the two. It had not been his intention, but then he decided not to miss the opportunity. There in the privacy of that corridor, he allowed himself to admire her, enjoy the warmth of her body and impregnate himself with her feminine perfume. She hadn't realized how incredibly erotic it was to smell her bath soap on Tenten's tan skin. It was funny how she caused his thoughts to change radically from one moment to the next, but he certainly owed her an explanation for his unexpected attitude, so he took a prudent distance before speaking. He would not be able to concentrate properly if he did not move away a little. "I'm sorry." He apologized. "Or by separating, I have been somewhat abrupt. I just didn't want them to know that I have already returned to the village." Both were trying to calm their emotions now that the cool night air was once again running through their bodies with freedom. The warmth of the other was no longer in the way. Tenten looked at him relieved to have regained control of her own body and in turn expressed bewilderment. They knew who she was. Instead of answering her question, he made a sign with his head for the girl to direct her gaze in the direction he had indicated. He turned his body and poked his face through the opening of the sidewalk to see how Shino was passing and Mada and Kiba. Those characters were always going to seem extremely strange to him. That made him remember a certain detail of his reality that caused his stomach to turn with the possibility that all his hopes would collapse. Then he felt a lot of insecurity, but he gathered up his courage. Courage to ask what had come to his mind. Menma noticed the strangeness of her look. She looked lost, worried, and somewhat dazed. She couldn't help but show an expectant expression. "Menma and maybe you and Ino." He expressed the chestnut with insecurity. "Ino and me?" answered the blonde. He frowned puzzled by the question. It took him a few seconds to understand the meaning and then he got a little excited when I answered, "Oh, no. Of course not. Her and me? No, that's never Well, I've never really thought about that, but no." He had been completely sincere. The flamboyant Yuga was not her type. It was too much. Too much. He was a discreet person. However, their minds wandered on the possibilities a short time. What had caught his attention the most was that Tenten had asked him that. Had he been worried about the possibility that he might have a romantic relationship with Ino? That possibility made his stomach tingle a little and he had to use all his strength to suppress a smile. "Why do you ask that?" He questioned looking at her intensely. Tenten immediately blushed and shifted uncomfortably in her place. "Oh, it's just that well, in my world there's kind of a thing between Ino and Naruto. Really more from her. Everyone knows that she is in love with him, but the very idiot doesn't realize the obvious. Instead, he seems to be in love with Sakura or something." Tenten stammered. Thinking about that had made her head hurt. "I was wondering if any of that is the same in this reality." She concluded blushing as she evaded his gaze. He couldn't lie to himself. He was very flattered by her concern about him having some kind of romantic relationship if that was what had motivated her to ask him that question. "There is nothing between Ino and me." She clarified with a seductive smile. "There is also nothing between Sakura and me. I don't even think they have any real feelings for me." "Why are you saying that?" asked the intrigued chestnut. That answer had made her relax. He had been very glad to know that. Besides that the flow of the conversation quite pleased him. "I think it's more of a competition between them." Menma replied with a low voice and thoughtful countenance. He had turned his eyes to the sky while searching in his mind for some memory that would explain why he had said that. The truth was that he didn't care much, but he didn't want Tenten to think that he was insensitive. Tenten watched him ramble on. "I don't know how to explain it and anyway, I'm not interested in neither of the two." Again, their gazes connected. Tenten felt a sudden heat rise up his spine and run through his body. Her cheeks burned as she realized what she was thinking. If Menma wasn't interested in some other girl, maybe he could get interested in her. The blonde had gotten lost in the darkness of his brown eyes, not to mention that the intimacy of the place they were in gave him a feeling of docility that was mixed with the desire to feel the warmth of his body. It was evident that he was vaguely aroused. He had never felt that way before. If he didn't control himself, he was going to give in to the desire to kiss her, touch her, and maybe possess her. The inevitable conquering impulse that had already sprung up in him became sharper. Yes, I just needed to take a step. At this moment, they were closer than they had ever been. It was the ideal opportunity and how pleasant it was. Feeling physically attracted to her, dominant and at the same time vulnerable to her presence. Tenten was almost as tall as he was. She returned his gaze firmly in a generous and eloquent way as if she enjoyed the situation. As if she found him attractive, interesting or maybe both. Menma smiled. She found that he really liked looking at her, but surely he would like to kiss her more. He took a step closer and she was waiting for him. She delicately placed one of her hands on his firm masculine chest, but the gesture was not to stop him. It was a caress. That invited him to take another step closer to until their noses made contact. Suddenly, the noise made by a cat falling on a metal barrel broke with the seductive atmosphere into which the young people had fallen. They looked at each other nervously and laughed. Maybe they couldn't hear each other's thoughts, but they both felt the same. Menma had amused herself by looking at her lips. They seemed full, soft to her. Surely, it would be delicious to kiss them. Should we keep going? Tenten asked smiling, pretending to shake a non-existent trace of whatever from his clothes. Menma sneered silently without counting. Answered and attended. If only she knew what I was thinking as I looked at his mouth, his sweet lips. They looked at each other with complicity before resuming the path towards Tenten's apartment. Do you want to come in for a drink? Tenten asked suddenly when they arrived at their destination. Apparently, she herself had been impressed by his offer and hastened to add. It's just that [music] you were very kind to invite me to dinner. And anyway, whenever we arrive on a mission, I usually invite the guys to have a drink. To celebrate that everything went well, he explained babbling slightly. What she had said was true, but it was one thing to invite Neji into her apartment being that she lived alone. She had always kept her privacy. However, she had grown up with them, so she didn't mind them coming into her house. Now, it was quite another thing to invite Menma, whom I was just starting to get to know and who, by the way, had just admitted to herself that she liked me. Maybe it wasn't a very good idea for them to be so lonely, but on the other hand, she didn't want him to leave. So, she quickly thought of an excuse to stay. Menma felt another shudder, perceived the silence of the night. He felt the proximity of her along with the soft and clean fragrance of her skin. The street lamps illuminated his face. He thought that she had taken her eyes off him, that she had closed her eyes, but the truth was that she was staring at him. With her eyes wide open and he attended. He couldn't have refused. Menma reached her when the chestnut was crossing the entrance that led to the stairs. That would take them to the top floor of the modest building in which she lived. When they arrived at the door of the apartment, she motioned for him to come and then take the slippers she had for guests. He had three for his only guests, his sensei, Neji and Lee. Your house is very nice, Menma said looking around. Everything was in its place. The decor was sober, but it had certain touches of his personality. Like decorative weapons, shelves full of books and scrolls. It was a moderate space, ideal for a single person with a small living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the laundry room and the bedroom. I already knew what that room was like. I had been there before. He shook his head trying to push away the untimely thoughts that came into his head. The thought of entering his bedroom had aroused him again causing his face to light up. Thank you. It is a simple and comfortable space. Your house really is beautiful, Tenten said gratefully. Menma had not stopped looking at her for a moment. He was glad that she cannot catch his thoughts. The chestnut walked to the kitchen. He was standing in front of the fridge with his face illuminated by the white light. Her skin was tanned just like his. It looked smooth and soft to the touch. He walked towards her deeply aware of her physical presence, the way the light created leftovers on her face and the way her hair moved over her forehead free of the badge that identified her as a ninja every time he would bend over or lift while preparing the drinks for both of them. In that small space, they were not warriors, two young people trying to understand the depth of their feelings. The blond man took a seat at the inn. Tenten poured the drinks for both of them and they drank in silence. Strangely, neither of them knew quite what to say, but they felt at ease without disconnecting their gazes. Or once comfortable in that cozy silence until the conversation flowed between them as it had always been. They always had something to talk about. As the time to say goodbye approached, Menma allowed herself to admire her a little more. Her eyes were big and deep. Her lips were generous. Her skin was perfect. She was certainly complete. Mind attracted to her. He didn't want to think about it too much or maybe he'd end up doing something he'd regret. But part of him felt like something was irretrievably over. The reconstruction of the village in its entirety had taken too long. The secret missions to the rain village. They would soon be completed as with the special missions in which squadrons of teams were created according to what had been assigned to them. At that time of Yadis, they shared a lot together. It had been a long and at the same time short year in which they had several missions together. Not to mention all the times they saw each other due to their conversations and attempts to make Tenten return to his dimension. It could be said that within a year, the village had managed to return to its optimal functioning state. So, they would soon have to resume the missions with their respective teams and they would no longer see each other so often. Tenten also sensed that strange feeling, the desolation of an indefinite separation when they would see each other again. They had no reason to meet anymore. Everything that had to be said had been said. There were no more secrets between the two. There were no more reasons to meet again. Without realizing it, the blond was already at the entrance of the door changing his shoes when Tenten approached him. They both looked at each other wistfully. Menma thought that despite her sad countenance, she still looked beautiful. The truth was that I couldn't bear to see the sadness on his face. That silent and sudden desire. That torrent of negative emotions. What she reflected in his eloquent face was what he himself perceived with every beat of his heart. Then he returned by taking two steps approaching her. Opening his arms so that the girl could take refuge in them. Tenten pressed herself gently against him. Menma stroked her back trying to obviate the fact that her breasts felt soft and squishy as she snuggled into his chest. He hugged her, surrounded her completely devoted to her. What's the matter? She murmured, although it wasn't really a question. It was more of a caress of reassuring words. He felt the beating of his heart. He also felt moved. The feeling of protection that bubbled up inside him was warm and quickly transformed into something more intense, more passionate. The hand that was caressing the female sword was rising tortuously until it landed on the back of her neck. With a light movement, the boy caressed her neck and with his fingers made her look up to look at her. I don't know, she replied in a whisper with crystallized eyes. He kept his gaze fixed on her and slowly advanced looking to kiss her. He didn't want to be daring and perform that act against her will. He gave her all the time in the world to get out of the way. To avoid it. But of course, Tenten had not the slightest intention of doing it. Menma felt subjugated by her delicate >> [music] >> and at the same time solid, firm, voluminous body. I could only think about how wonderful the feeling was of hugging and kissing her at the same time. He kissed her over and over again. She had brought one of her hands up to his face to caress him while leaving the other firmly on his back to keep it glued to his body. The smoothness of her skin under the fabric of her dress made her too attractive. When they separated due to shortness of breath, Menma smiled pleased at the vision she provided. She looked wonderful with her sparkling eyes, her shaggy face, her lips half open and swollen from kisses. Then he had no more doubts. We could go out sometime, she said half smiling at him. I'm just saying that as an excuse to be able to see you often. Would you like that? Tenten smiled with ease and passed her arms over his neck smiling seductively at him. I was thinking the exact same thing, she said before kissing him again. They could not explain the fascination they felt for each other nor the way they felt absorbed by each other's gaze. All those months of madness and madness had been extraordinary. There was nothing more to hide and the doubts in Tenten's heart were gone. This parallel world had become his new home. He entertained himself by kissing her lips over and over. Sliding his wet tongue down her oral cavity. In a dance that deprived him of his senses. He entertained himself on her neck. On her cheeks. [music] On her brown eyes. He caressed her face without ceasing to kiss her while his hands got lost in the stubbornness of life. Of his skin. She was clinging almost desperately to him. I don't want you to leave, she whispered against his lips almost in a scream. The trace of her tears had evaporated. Perhaps because of the high temperature of his skin. Do you mean I can stay a while longer? By now, he was completely out of his mind. He didn't know where he had gotten the courage to kiss her the way he did. The awkward kisses had been over for a long time. I didn't know if they had been kissing for 5 minutes or maybe half an hour, still standing on the threshold of the door. He was just sure that he felt powerful. Every sigh he provoked in Tenten strengthened him and motivated him to dare a little more. She kept up with him, clung to his body shamelessly. He was scratching the sensitive skin on the back of her neck in a silent command not to pull away or stop kissing her. An unknown possessive instinct had taken possession of her. She did not know where it had come from, but he belonged to her. From that moment, he was hers. Menma slowly lifted her up in his arms and she crossed her legs over her hips. He only stepped away from her lips for a moment to check that he had the approval of the woman to continue. Tenten did not answer him with words. Instead, he slowly brought his face closer to his jaw and outlined with the tip of his tongue the path from his chin to his neck, ending with a daring bite on his earlobe. I didn't need to say anything. He climbed the step with her in his arms, crossed the living room, and opened the entrance door to the girl's large room. They collapsed on the bed. You know what happens. Lemon no jutsu jump. Exhausted, he let himself fall to her side, collapsing on the soft cotton sheets that had no salvation whatsoever. Tenten snuggled up against him and covered their bodies with a crumpled sheet. Then she turned to him and curled up against his neck. Throughout that year, knowing her, Menma had found her irresistible, but now she was more than that, more than succulent, more mysterious, more perfect. He needed her. I'm not going anywhere, he whispered in her ear and then kissed her again. I didn't remember well everything I had done. He had only acted according to his wildest and deepest instincts. It didn't matter too much. He would already have the opportunity to perfect himself. It was all a matter of practice. It's about time, Brad. End of the story. Don't forget to subscribe so you don't miss the next theories. The link of the creator of the story will be in the description. That said, see you in the next theory. Bye.