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(Chapter 6: love and devotion, a future made free) (this chapter contains lemon elements) Is I extended my hand over the blackwood table a blinding flash filled the room. As it did I felt a massive amount of information run through my head. I watched a simulation of the perfected ritual play infront of my eyes. I saw a completed set of seven white spheres form around the sculpture of a dragon I didn't recognize. A voice seemed to enter my thoughts with a series of questions that seemed to be formed of emotions instead of words. The feelings erged me to make several decisions at once. The entire process seemed to take nearly two hours in my mind, but in reality everything happened in an instant. I had to make countless modifications to get the most wishes with the shortest rest period. The most glaring issue was binding a dragon to some of my infinite chakra generation instead of my total amount. When I succeeded what I got in return was far greater than I thought. linking 5% of 361 unlimited sources of energy to a set of dragon balls was a far greater investment than I realized. I was amazed. As the light faded what sat before me was seven black spheres with a varying number of sea blue stars. Haku had grown used to me suddenly doing things without warning at this point. Even so, her eyes had widened in surprise a something being created from practically nothing. Even more so by the otherworldly beauty of the seven gems.The fact they had a golden glow that came from the abyss black probably didn't help. "What, what are those?" She asked. I smiled while never taking my eyes of the spheres. "This, my dear, is the answer to all the problems I created. Let me introduce you to the most powerful objects in any multiverse. The dragon balls." "Dragon, balls?" "Yes. When all seven of these magical orbs are gathered in one place a dragon can be summoned." Haku dead panned at my words. While it's speculated dragons exist or may have existed in the Naruto verse many still view them as fiction. For the first time Haku actually looked skeptical, so I patted her on the head. She gently pushed my hand away. "Just wait for a bit and see for yourself." After her slight nod I picked up the balls before moving them to middle of the living room area. As I did the flashing glow increased in brightness and frequency. There was one thing left to do and now is the time. If everything works out as my last wish demanded whatever dragon I summon should have no trouble fitting in the open space. I hardened my gaze before I spoke. "Arise from the abyss of dragon to fulfill all my desires. Arcanepalugaaaaaaa!!!" In an instant everything stoped. The world was drained of light and sound. The air was thick as iron with the smell of ozone. All that could be seen was the now blue golden glow of the dragon balls. The world returned into motion as the ground began to tremble. Unseen by the two at the moment the skies of the entire planet had faded completely to reveal the the unobstructed view of the universe. Countless stars and galaxies came into view as all of creation made the new dragon balls its center. The waves of the seas flattened as if made from the purest glass as they reflected the stars above. This majestic sight was not seen by the two preteens as the mysterious energies from the magical orbs began to take shape. A black serpentine form covered in countless spikes and armored plates now floated over them. It was seven feet in length and from its back were two bat like wings covered in ruby's. It had four muscler arms crossed over its chest. Haku actually passed out when it's red glowing eyes glanced at her. "I am the eternal dragon. Speak the sacred words so our contract may be sealed." I involuntarily shivered at the deep powerful voice. Despite only being the size of a rather large snake its voice is fitting for a Godzilla. It's words Finely registered, reminding me I still needed to accept the contract in Namekian. I took a deep breath and focused on the information in my head. "Seata belta, stando boomsca papitto, dorigelop, crafca onska ropeca, avishta, Arcanepaluga!!!" "Our contract is set my new master. Now state your wish. I can grant any ten wishes you desire." I looked at the dragon oddly. "Don't you mean within your power?" "No. There is no wish beyond my power to grant." Silence. We stared at each other for nearly a minute as i registered the information. I really had no idea what to do at this point. I'm a greedy guy who has no shortage of desires. The issue now is getting as many of the more important wishes granted as possible. My thoughts were running a mile a minute as a list slowly formed in my head. It was then it hit me like a brick. I want to get busy with girls my own age and I can't do that here. Now I know what I want. Starting with the most annoying problem at the moment. "I wish my body would produce ki alongside my chakra." Not having ki when I have namekian powers has got to be the stupidest thing that shadow dude could have done. "Granted." My eyes widened as my body nearly exploded with power. My muscles bulged an I grew three inches taller. A white Ora surrounded me as I felt my body grow stronger and more durable than ever before. The difference is like night and day. "This. this is amazing! For my next wish, grant me the the abilities of a saiyan without causing interference with my namekian ones. This should include full control over the power of the great ape and a powerful Zenkai!" "Your wish is granted. Tell me your third wish." The dragon bellowed. It's voice vibrating the room. My joy rose even higher as a tail suddenly grew out. It tore through the fabric of my pants without resistance. making its own hole were it waved around lazily much in the way a cats would. "Exquisite. Now I wish for absolute regeneration. A healing factor so powerful I can recover from anything. Even from being vaporized or erased from existence. This should apply to my mind as well. Insuring I am unable to forget anything I don't want to." "Done." I almost fell over as a wave of heavenly comfort flowed through my body. Everything about my body that took any effort or strain disappeared. It was if the very definition of imperfection had been tossed to the side. I sat there who knows how long simply amazed at my new found relief. "Ok. I would like to ask my next few wishes all at once. Is that a problem?" "That is acceptable." An impossibly wide smile crossed my lips as I started to channel my inner nerdy Otaku. "Perfect. For my fourth wish grant me the perfect gaming console that can play any game and has access to enternet from any nation or universe. Make it so any games or shows I watch are automatically dubbed and subbed to my preferred language. For my 5th wish I want my own pocket dimensions I can enter and exit at will. Make it so each has the perfect gravity, temperature, and oxygen levels for any lifeforms that enter it. Divide it into sections for storage and living. Sixth, give me an indestructible tablet that has the information of every planet in whatever universe I'm in. Give it an easy-to-use search engine that has worlds with life at the top of searches. "seventh I want." I had to stop as a thought entered my mind. I could feel every memory I ever forgot from my past slowly regenerating. As they did a number of options I hadn't considered hit me. As they did I realized I made a critical error I made in my thought process regarding wishing options. I remembered Aladdins genie of the lamp, fairly odd parents, wish apon a star, and others. But the idea that hit me next was something I watched only once by chance. It was a show on a TV channel that shows old shows like Andy Griffith and mash. Suddenly the realization that a genie that can grant unlimited wishes already existed. The genie from I Dream of Jeannie. A sexy blonde bombshell I totally want at my beckon call. Then again, maybe not. Now that I think about it, why am I only relying on external methods to get what I want. As I came to a realization that would change the path of my story forever the dragon responded to my pause by granting my wishes. "So be it. It shall be done." Suddenly a gaming console with similarities to a wii and Playstation appeared. It had no visible locations to place a disk or cartridge and a holographic television screen was floating above it. A symbol was in the center that looked suspiciously like kryptonian. It had no visible remotes. Instead to hovering cubes floated in a lazy spin in the air. Next I felt several gateways open in my mind and I knew instinctively I could access them If I wanted. Lastly a solid onix colored rectangle appeared next to the gaming system and I realized it was the universe tablet I requested. "Wow." I couldn't help but mutter in response to my amazement. Still, my new idea needed to be realized. "Ok Arcanepaluga. I have only two more wishes. The tenth will not be needed." "Very well. Speak." I once again shivered at the dragons powerful voice. "Good. Now grant me the power to grant any wish I desire the way I desire it by snapping my fingers." I felt something strange happen that I couldn't explain before a nearly unnoticeable tingle intered the middle fingers and thumbs of both my hands. Out of curiosity I mentally wished for a golden pocket watch with diamond studding in the shape of roses on the back. As soon as I snapped my fingers I felt something in my other hand that wasn't there before. I had to quickly stop myself from laughing in madness when I saw the impossibly intricate pocket watch I found there. I quickly slipped it into Hakus weapon pouch before facing the dragon again. The smile I had not wavering for a second. "It is done." The dragon stated. It had a spark of amusement in its eyes. Or was it respect. I couldn't tell. Still, now that I no longer need the dragon balls I will use this ninth and final wish to deal with the epic dragon with the cool name. "Ok dragon. My last wish is more of a request than a demand." A little bit of the typical rehearsed behavior the dragons are known for broke as it rased an eyebrow. "A request you say. Very well then, ask." "As soon as we are done here I am planning to deactivate these dragon balls indefinitely. While the odds are nearly zero the possibility some one could successfully figure out a way to use them is a real possibility. So how about we set up a summoning contract so we can hang out dude to dragon. What do you say?" The dragon slowly uncrossed his arms before he started chuckling. Then laughing before catching himself, with his entire almighty dragon act now gone. "Your an interesting one kid. I certainly didn't expect something like this when I nabbed my first gig. You know what sure. Just a fair warning thoe. If you actually managed to summon me at my maximum size this little marble of a universe would be crushed like an ant under a planet." I let out another shiver. Suddenly the mighty voice of Arcanepaluga doesn't seem to do him justice. "Would summoning a version of you at about my current size work?" He smirked at me. "Sure kid whatever. Now I'm gonna head back. I think my fellow dragons are going to get a kick out of this. Later." I watched in surprise as both the dragon and the balls disappeared. The latter now reduced to a pile of ashes. He responded so fast I only barely registered that the dragon taking care of the dragon balls disposal for me. I idly wandered if he used my comment about there destruction as the tenth wish but i ultimately decided not to think about it. Now that I had time to think I spared a glance at Haku. A part of me wanted to cop a feel or two but the thought made me feal uneasy. I watched as she abruptly sat up. She was fully awake now. "What happened? Where's the dragon?" She asked frantically. I ignored her and chose to sit on the nearby couch. Thanks to my new regeneration my thoughts had only grown sharper these past few minutes. I soon came to a realization. Haku was my responsibility. Something I hate. I know what I want from her and I suspect she does to. For now at least she wasn't nearly developed enough for me to be fully attracted to her sexualy. A thought struck me and I realized I couldn't feel my libido. Had this body not entered puberty yet? Looking at Haku I let my eyes drop to her chest. She caught my gaze and instinctively covered her breasts. It was hard to tell if anything was there because of how thick her ninja kimono is. I needed to get rid of her in a way that would give me access to her in the future. With my new power it would be easy to simply add a few years to us both and force her to give me her body. But that would make me a rapist and even a desperate perverted virgin like me won't resort to that. I was originally going to ask the dragon to let me take the place of future Naruto but unlike most the thought of restarting puberty sounded like a lot of fun to me. Still, I didn't go through the effort of bringing her along so I could get nothing in return. Suddenly a way to both get something I want now and access to her body in the future hit me. Even better I will no longer have to go through the process of taking care of her myself. I get to touch her body and give her something she wants in return. I'm not going to just make her let me tuch her just for a faver, but nether am i going to Lower my chances. I rased my eyes to meet Haku's uncertain one's before made a couple wishes to improve my odds of success while still leaving the choice hers to make. (Give me an unforgettable seductive voice as sweet as honey and a touch like the silk of angels). I didn't know why my mind worded my wish in such a way but I didn't mind. Snapping my fingers suddenly, making Haku jump, i pointed at her chest. Instead of pushing my hand away her eyes almost seemed to glaze over. Feeling my wishes were successful I decided not to beat around the bush. "Haku?" "Y, yes." "I want to grab your breasts. Will you show them to me?" I was surprised at the almost hypnotic husky tone of the words that left my mouth. The effect they had on her was plane to see. I wasn't going to let that distract me from feeling my first pare of tits however. Her breath caught in her throat and a deep blush covered her cheeks. Even thoe I expected this to work it didn't lessen the shock of what happened next. "S sure. I do, don't mind if it's you." I could feel my heart start to race and my breathing increase in pace. Slowly, gingerly she lowered the top of her kimono to her waste. Her eyes never leaving mine even as her blush only grew deeper. She reached to the base of her grey sweater, lifting it overhead to reveal a chest wrapped in bandages. I'm sure the look on my face was priceless as her hands unwrapped the bandages with practiced ease. Finally I saw them. They were small, sure. But for her age they weren't small at all. Two supple lumps of flesh poked out. They were almost but not B cups with large purplish-pink nipples with blue edges covered with what looked like chill bumps across them. The color was similar to what they would be if frozen. As the last of the wrappings fell to her waste I stood in a daze. I have seen porn before. Countless women older and hotter than her. Weather from her bloodline or the fact they are the first boobs I saw in person didn't matter. I was bewitched by there otherworldly beauty. "It it's ok. You can tuch them." Those words snapped me out just enough to remember why I asked for this in the first place. Her misty eyes followed my hands as they inched closer. A gasp of pleasure shot up her spine as my hands took hold of her newly developing sensitive mounds. I didn't know what I expected my first handful would be like. Maybe a spark or some mager sence of achievement. While that is something I did get it wasn't nearly as intense as I expected. It was amazing yet hollow. No matter how much I squeezed them or pinched those amazing nipples it just wasn't enough information. They were so soft my hands could barely register them, yet the contrast of her nipples stood out like a light in the storm. Her breasts were hot. Easily surpassing my own body heat while her nipples were cool in contrast. If not for that I could easily imagine her breasts feeling like a squishy mass of heat my meager hands couldn't comprehend. Several minutes seemed to pass as I savored every moan from her lips every pulse of her heartbeat beneath my pulms until I was abruptly snapped out of my trance when Haku's entire body jerked and an incredibly erotic scream left her lips. Somehow she had slipped one of her hands between her legs during the process. I pulled back so fast I nearly fell over as I once again got a look at her limp form. Her breaths were labored with literal steam leaving her mouth. Her body was shaking with random spazzoms. Sweat was dripping across her topless form as her pulse could clearly be seen from her neck. All that was nothing compared to what truly caught my attention. Between her legs, all the way from her pants and soaking into the couch was a massive amount of liquid. My first thought was that she somehow peed herself, but that assumption went out the window as a sharply sweet oder filled my nostrils. The smell pleasurable in a way that made my nose tingle. All this had happened and my arousal had bairly risen. All but confirming Naruto's body not having entered puberty. Even so I smiled. I felt something akin to guilt but at the moment I didn't really care. She was only three years younger than my original age and the choice to offer her breasts to me was one she made herself. All I did was make myself seem more charming and boost the comfort my touch brings to others. The decision to mastrobate herself into the ground had nothing to do with me. " um. Are you ok Haku? I didn't overdo it did I?" I was once again shocked when a pair of arms wrapped around my neck and her lips met mine. I pushed her off almost instantly. I wasn't about to let this go any farther while being unable to physically or enjoy it. I don't know much about anatomy or psychology but i am pretty confident she isn't mentally ready for this sort of thing. My actions seemed to snap her out of whatever lust driven haze she was in as she suddenly let out an all to girlish squeak and covered her breasts again. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean! I wasn't going to! Oh no just kill me now!" A wave of calmness and effection I never felt for anyone swept over me. It was then I knew I was making the right choice. "Haku!" "Yes Naruto sama!" I felt a ping of irritation at the use of another suffix but I ignored it. "Come here!" "Ah ok!" She lept to her feet with her hands still covering her breasts as she moved infront of me with a downcast expression. Shame and humiliation plane to see. Gently, with tenderness and effection reserved only for the most sacred of treasures I wrapped my arms around her. She didn't lower her arms but I could feel her relax in my embrace as if the very action had taken the very world off her shoulders. "Haku listen well. I am going to return Zabuza to you and he is going to rase you like the daughter you were always meant to be for him. And he the father you always wanted." Haku looks up so fast her neck should have snapped. She was going to say something but I hushed her softly. I snapped my fingers as two scrolls appeared in my hands. I slipped the scrolls into one of her hands, inadvertently making her lower her arms so that her bare breasts were pressed against my chest. "One day, when you turn sixteen come find me in the hidden leaf village and live with me. On that day I'll make you mine forever. The scrolls I gave you just now make you residents of the land of fire and the hidden leaf village with no questions asked. One for you and one for Zabuza." My gentle reassuring words had a clear effect on her as instead of words only silent sobs came from her. Snapping my fingers again I once again spoke. "When you return to the hidden mist village you will find the mizukaze dead, the bloodline purges over and your mother alive in good health." Haku seemed to loose the strength to stand as her silent sobs transformed into full-grown tears. I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her forhead. Setting her down I stood and turned my back to her before making my next wish out loud. "I wish Zabuza momochi was alive and ready to rase Haku yuuki as the father figure he was ment to be." I turned around and looked at Haku's teary filled eyes for the last time until she comes of age. I mouthed the words I love you before snapping my fingers. The wish fulfilled. Before Hakus eyes I vanished, and in my place was Zabuza, sword and all, and her clothes were covering her body again. The newly reunited family to be, spoke of many things that night. Not the least of which was the amazing hero they both owned there lives to. A/N So yeah. A long, big information chapter with a lot of emotions with it. As you now know this story will have lemons. Just know I dont write stories with straight up sex. Naruto will get frisky and feel up the girls around him with there consent but no entercourse will happen until he's older. If and when those events happen they will be mentioned in passing, if at all. Thanks a bunch for the support I'm getting for this story and feel free to make suggestions. After this chapter I can literally send this story in any direction, effectively writing myself out of a corner. Thank you.

- MM/M - Foot Fetish - Smelly/Sweaty - Domination - Smell Focus - Forced It is 1787, the 7th year of the Tenmei era. Tanuma Okitsugu, counsel to the Shogun, loses his grip on power amidst the turmoil with Hinowa. Meanwhile, the newly appointed Matsudaira Sadanobu, has been chosen to usher in a new age of reform with the Kansei era. However, the land remains beset by fire, ruin and famine, all while a sinister cloud darkens the air with a foreboding sense of dread. In the beginning, its effects were barely noticeable. But, by the time its unholy nature became clear, it was already too late, as the darkness and despair had spread throughout the land of Japan. On this fateful day, several warriors sensed the dark presence and decided to embark on a journey to purge this evil that was slowly corrupting those lands. Among them was a quiet, shy and polite boy named Shizumaru Hisame. This boy had the same dream every night—A great demon covered in malice and bloodlust that haunted him by its mere presence. However, every time he was about to see the face of this demon, he always woke up before he could, feeling an uncomfortable chill whenever he reflected on this mysterious dream. As time passed, Shizumaru began to believe that there was something different within him, something evil that even reflected through his own moves, making him believe that he was a demon. Since then, he has always tried to warn those around him about his nature, although many people could not see what the boy was trying to express at first; he tends to label things that are unknown or bad to him as evil demons, convinced that they are real, and due to his subconscious belief of himself being a demon, others have started sensing a comparable malevolent aura in him. So, determined to understand more about what he really was, Shizumaru set out on his adventure as a 'ronin'; a samurai who did not follow a master. It was considered a samurai's deepest form of penance, for not only could they no longer have a master to follow, but they also could not take their own lives through seppuku. As a ronin, Shizumaru's lifestyle consisted of living as a wanderer, doing small jobs in exchange for, usually, a meal for the day and the practice of the samurai arts. As this new evil presence in Japan became more powerful, Shizumaru's existential journey came to an abrupt halt, prompting the young boy to investigate further into the darkness lurking in those lands to try and find out more about himself. In the midst of his journey, Shizumaru found a Dojo near some mountains in an isolated region. The absence of villages nearby made him believe that perhaps it was an important place, but the condition of the building did not do justice to this idea; it seemed old, the tiles and wood were clearly cracked and broken in some parts, bringing an aspect of abandonment to the place, which was not difficult to find at this time of crisis that Japan was going through. However, before deciding to ignore it and turn to continue on the trail, Shizumaru spotted what looked like fallen bodies near the entrance to that Dojo. Given this completely unusual and curious sight, Shizumaru decided to approach the Dojo to inspect the place and make sure if anyone needed help. As he approached the bodies, puddles of still fresh blood were visible below them, which alerted the boy that there might be someone dangerous nearby. Holding his trusty umbrella in one hand, the little samurai walked silently to the entrance of the Dojo. His footsteps touched the stones beneath his sandals like feathers, not making any kind of sound that would alert his arrival, and with just as silent a movement, he slowly dragged the door of the Dojo open. The place was large and slightly dark, only small sparks of sunlight could penetrate the cracks and bring natural light into the Dojo. Just as there were some bodies at the entrance of the Dojo, there were also some inside, all scattered around the corners of the Dojo, while in the center of the tatami was a man. This man was sitting right in the middle of the Dojo. Everything around him was clean, unlike the rest of the place which was destroyed and dusty, as if the area where the man was sitting had been magically purified. Staring at the long-haired man in the doorway, Shizumaru saw the figure raise what appeared to be a small bottle of sake, turning the bottle over in his mouth and seemingly drinking it all in one gulp, letting out a satisfied groan before noticing Shizumaru's presence. "Another one showed up? Okay, let's get this over with then—" the man said until he paid attention to the silhouette in the doorway, arching one of his thick eyebrows in confusion "...A boy? Hey, don't tell me you were with them." "N... No. I was just passing by." Shizumaru spoke up, keeping his guard as he heard the man's strong voice, "Erm... If I may ask, what happened here?" "I'm not sure either. I was also passing by when they decided to ambush me. Unfortunately for them, I had nothing really valuable to steal... And sadly for me, none of them were strong." replied the man with a clearly disappointed look on his face. "I see... Well, then I suppose I'd better leave now..." Shizumaru said timidly as he started to turn his back on the man, but was interrupted before he could take a step forward. "Hey, wait a second..." the man's voice echoed, drawing the attention of the boy who turned his face towards him, "There's something different about you... It's similar to this dark energy that's been growing recently. Something tells me you're not just any brat." "So you can feel it too...? I'm traveling to find the roots of this darkness to put an end to it..." "Oh? Are you really? It's impressive for a boy of your age to embark on something so dangerous, but I must warn you to stay out of it." the man said with a reassuring smile before standing up. "I can't do that! I feel like I should do my part.... I need answers..." Shizumaru muttered, looking down as he pondered the opportunity to find out more about the demon. Scratching the back of his neck with an annoyed look on his face, the man sighed before answering, "Damn. You look formidable, but I have no intention of fighting a brat..." the man grumbled for a second, turning back to face the boy, again paying attention to his physique, "Okay, come here." The man began walking toward Shizumaru. His broad, strong strides came in stark contrast to the creaking wood floor beneath his feet, and yet, Shizumaru didn't feel the need to draw his sword or assume a battle stance; he felt no malice coming from that man, which made him confident that he didn't intend to hurt him. When the man got close enough, he grabbed one of Shizumaru's arms and brought the boy with him to the middle of the Dojo, where he had been relaxing earlier after decimating the bandits. In that position, the man let go of the boy's arm before facing him with a serious and intense gaze, causing the boy to gulp silently, but demonstrating the same level of seriousness. "Many strong warriors will get in your way should you decide to approach the source of this evil. Do you think you are strong enough to face these opponents as you are now?" "I..." Shizumaru hesitated. The boy has confidence in his abilities, it is because of it that he still remains alive, but the way the man expressed himself made him reluctant about what he would encounter ahead, "It's not just about having strength in a battle... I have conviction in my techniques. I may not have muscles as impressive as yours, but I am still strong..." "Technique, you say? That is important indeed! In fact, I didn't doubt it for a second... I bet your umbrella isn't just for traveling in the rain, is it?" the man remarked amusedly, changing that tone quickly before continuing, "However, let's imagine that you and I were clashing our swords right now. Would you believe that you would be able to hold out for more than five seconds with those puny arms of yours...?" "H-Hey...!" Shizumaru blushed in embarrassment at the man's description, "I... Hmm..." The boy remained thinking, unable to answer immediately. Paying attention to the physique of the man before him, it would be fanciful to imagine that he could compete on the strength front. Tall, defined arms, and overall well-trained body. As if his physical appearance wasn't intimidating enough, there remained the fact that he had faced a small horde of bandits and came out unharmed. "See, you can't even answer properly.... All your opponents will use that as an advantage, and don't expect them to have mercy. So I will say again: stay away from this mess. Let me, Haohmaru, take care of it!" said the man called Haohmaru, his voice full of confidence and determination. Although those words sounded true and somewhat comforting, Shizumaru couldn't help but clench his fists in frustration. While he was happy to see someone so fearless amidst the uncertainties that awaited in the darkness, he didn't want to think that he was so weak that he couldn't seek the answers he wanted just yet. "I am grateful for the offer... I really am, but... I feel that I cannot turn my back and pretend that nothing is happening. I'm sorry." Shizumaru replied, staring Haohmaru in the eye as silence took over that place for a few seconds. "...What a stubborn brat." Haohmaru grumbled, slightly annoyed, but quickly adhered to a calmer posture, "We'll do it my way then. Prove to me that your determination is not just empty words and I will allow you to leave here without a scratch!" "W... What do you mean?!" Shizumaru spoke with his voice somewhat startled due to the intense change of mood between him and this Haohmaru guy. Unlike the other time, he could sense that the samurai before him intended to attack. Before the boy could reach for the sword in his back, Haohmaru's hands gripped each of his arms firmly, easily turning the boy's body, who tried to react with a kick, but Haohmaru answered this futile attempt by kicking the side of the boy's leg, taking his balance and consequently sending him to the mat. The action was so fast that Shizumaru could only process this information when his face was against the ground; both his arms being pinned behind his back by Haohmaru's hands. "Get off of me! W-We should have a fair fight! You took me by surprise!" Shizumaru complained, struggling on the ground below Haohmaru in an attempt to free himself, but the man on top of him was simply too strong for him to try anything in this situation. "What's the problem? It should be easy for you to break free, since you seem confident in your abilities!" Haohmaru exclaimed with a mocking tone, clearly teasing the boy who was trying to free himself at all costs. Adjusting his position a bit, Haohmaru stepped next to Shizumaru's head with his left foot, crouching down a bit as he held the boy's wrists with one hand and used the other to throw the boy's umbrella and sword away, making sure that the boy doesn't become a threat eventually. It was shocking for Shizumaru to see that Haohmaru was managing to immobilize his arms with only one hand. That said, the boy didn't understand why that man was only keeping him in that position; if he wanted to, Shizumaru might already be dead, but Haohmaru hadn't even drawn his sword. In the midst of his doubts about Haohmaru's goal, the boy suddenly smelled a strong, sharp scent amidst his breath. He didn't understand at first why the air around him had become strangely warm and smelled worse and more noticeable with each inhalation. That's when his eyes rolled to the side, noticing the samurai's broad foot right beside his head. The sandal was of a traditional style and showed clear signs of being well worn; a red stirrup could be seen covering the area of his arch, made with red bandages that also covered his ankle, and accompanying this stirrup was a white sock tabi, which although it looked perfectly clean on top, the moment Haohmaru flexed his foot in mid-stride, Shizumaru could see a glimpse of the underside of the sock. It was only for a second, but Shizumaru could clearly see the black dirt covering that surface, which made a lot of sense from the sharp repulsive smell that was invading his nostrils. Immediately the boy struggled with even more desperation, but trying his best to keep his head away from that foot, attracting the attention of Haohmaru, who responded to that opportunity with a smirk. "Does my foot stink that much? You seemed to get more agitated when you noticed my foot so close to your face..." Haohmaru inquired, smiling amusedly at seeing the boy underneath him, trying to keep his head away from that source of stench. "Sorry, but yes, they stink.... a lot..." Shizumaru reluctantly replied, figuring that kind of comment would make Haohmaru angry, but the samurai just began to laugh out loud at the boy's honesty. "No need to apologize! I know very well how unbearable the smell of my feet get.... I mean, I travel from place to place and it's not often that I find a good place to take a bath. Not that I mind getting a little sweaty here and there, but to be honest, it's been days since I've had a shower. Haohmaru began to explain, casually flexing his foot again, but this time keeping his foot arched to show the footprint of dirt, making Shizumaru feel disgusted by the damp appearance of the sock. "I can tell! But please let me go! There's no point in continuing to keep me here!" "Let you go? Boy, I haven't even started with you yet. I just don't know if you'd rather have been sliced in half when we're done.... But like I said, I don't want to fight a child, so I'll force you to give up some other way!" Haohmaru commented excitedly, suddenly sitting on Shizumaru's back. The boy's only response was to groan in discomfort at the weight imposed on him, taking some of his breath away and making it difficult for him to breathe. As he grew accustomed to this, Haohmaru quickly brought both his legs forward, now keeping one foot on either side of the boy's head. Beginning to undo the knot at his ankles, it wasn't long before that intimidating pair of feet were free of the sandals. The material at first made an agonizing wet sound to Shizumaru, who was forced to listen to that sound close to his ears the moment that material was detached from the insole, raising a small curtain of smelly steam with it. "Phew! I have to say, it's such a rewarding feeling to be able to take your feet out of that sandal! Just wait until I get those socks off!" Haohmaru commented casually, letting the damp surface of the soles of his socks stick to the floor on the sides of Shizumaru's head. The samurai wiggled his toes up and down, up and down, emitting audible sounds with each of his toes with these simple movements. These crackles disturbed Shizumaru's ears as he felt like he was at a fireworks display, but worst of all was the acrid odor that intensified every second. A smell that made the inside of the boy's nostrils itch. The strong smell reminded him a little of the fermentation of soybean paste, but the smell that was more pronounced was the characteristic sour smell of vinegar, which seemed to be soaked into the samurai's thick socks by the way that the stench was easily taking over the air around him and disturbing his senses. Before the boy could struggle any harder now that he was being slowly flooded with that purest and most horrid masculine musk, things only got worse. Before his eyes, the fabric of Haohmaru's stained socks loomed hauntingly close to his face. From his perspective, he was watching the underside of the socks on either side of his face; as those feet got closer, the more the acrid smell became more potent in his nostrils, making the boy try to pull his head back to escape the inevitable. The socks covering the samurai's visibly sweaty feet were so stuck to that surface that the outline of the bulbous toes became visible. There was a gap between the big toe and the rest of the toes, given the characteristic of his sock, which made it even more frightening for Shizumaru, who felt that his nose would fit perfectly in that gap. "N-No! Keep your feet away, please! That's not funny...!" Shizumaru begged, desperately struggling harder under Haohmaru. "Oi! Stay still, brat! If you make things harder for me, I'll make things harder for you too! Also, struggling under these conditions will only make you more tired.... Do you know what that means?" Haohmaru argued with a smile, managing to fit his feet into Shizumaru's poor face, preventing the boy from continuing to avoid his feet. "That's so... smelly..." Shizumaru muttered as he cringed at the vigorous stench he was being forced to breathe. With Haohmaru's weight on his back, it was not easy for him to breathe normally, which also made it a difficult task to hold his breath to keep that putrid aroma of concentrated male sweat from impacting his olfactory sense. The boy's eyes fluttered with each deep inhale, each one forcing him to close his eyes tightly to prevent tears from starting to stream down his cheeks. With his toes dancing in front of his small nose, Shizumaru could only groan in discomfort as those damp toes rubbed against his skin, bringing a strong stinking gust with them. Squirming like an insect gradually tired Shizumaru. His gasping breath emphasized the burning that the inside of his nostrils were experiencing from the foul yet virile odor of that samurai's feet. The boy's head tilted involuntarily as he breathed and groaned, almost as if he was in pain from it. Haohmaru could understand a little of what Shizumaru was going through, he could smell the vinegary, intoxicating stench of the position he was in after all. The reactions the boy was showing were only to be expected of anyone who had their nose so close to that fermented sweat fountain. For what seemed like minutes, they both remained in that same position until it was possible to hear some barking and footsteps approaching the place. As Haohmaru arched an eyebrow in the direction of the entrance to the Dojo, Shizumaru smiled hopefully amidst the torture he was going through. Both watched as a young blond man dressed as a ninja ran past the entrance accompanied by a Husky, standing in front of them holding a sword behind his back, ready to engage in combat. "Hold it right there, villains! I hope you are prepared because I, Galford, have come in the name of justice to... punish... you all..." said Galford excitedly at first, but quickly showed disappointment in his speech as he inspected the surrounding scenery. "Finally! Please help me-" Shizumaru tried to speak, but Haohmaru's right foot landed on his head pressed it against the tatami, leaving one side of the boy's cheek stuck in the dirty, smelly surface of the samurai's sock. "Who is this now...? I'm busy here. Unless you're interested in facing me, you better not waste my time!" Haohmaru exclaimed, remaining seated on top of the boy and using his head to rest one of his feet, staying in that stoic position as if he were sitting on rocks. "There is a village near here, and its residents report that many criminals are using this place as a hideout! I've come to finish that myself, but..." Galford paused, looking around and seeing that they had probably already been defeated. "Ah, I see! I've finished them all off, if that makes you happy. Now I need to continue punishing this reckless brat, if you'll excuse me." Haohmaru said in a cynical tone, taking advantage that the boy's head was stuck to bring his other foot closer, wiggling his toes close to the boy's nose to intensify the wave of sour stench. "Ugh... No... Please make him stop! He stinks so much!" Shizumaru pleaded with a weak voice, trying to hold his breath as long as possible, but the samurai's soggy toes were waiting thoughtfully. "Hey, hey, hey! What do you think you're doing to that poor boy?! Get off him immediately...!" Galford exclaimed angrily, until he felt the stench hit his own nostrils, drawing a grimace from the ninja who promptly brought a hand to scratch his nose, followed by his dog who even sneezed at the smell tingling her snout. "I'm only doing this so I don't have to beat him up. Do you have a better idea? I'm quite happy with mine!" Haohmaru replied with a loud laugh, ignoring the ninja's dog growling and barking in his direction. "That's repulsive! Even Poppy is disgusted by this conduct of yours—Wait, what?!" Galford exclaimed in surprise, turning his attention to the barking dog as if he could understand what that meant, "This kid? Are you sure?!" Galford then stared dumbfounded at the boy at Haohmaru's feet. He couldn't believe that Poppy was sensing an evil energy coming from such a young boy. "That's not good... If this boy really has something evil within him, I have a responsibility to deal with it!" Galford announced by clenching one of his fists, drawing Haohmaru's attention. "Huh? Well, I don't care. This brat wants to explore the source of this mysterious energy that appeared, I'm just making sure he doesn't get in my way and possibly give up this foolishness." Haohmaru replied, ignoring the ninja as he amused himself by pinching the boy's nose between his toes like a crab. "I will not allow it! It's dangerous to let someone with an inner evil get close to that, who knows what kind of catastrophe might awaken from there!" Galford retorted, sounding genuinely concerned at the idea of letting Shizumaru continue. "Then let's work together to make this boy think twice before considering that journey again. Say, I bet your feet are as stinky as mine right now..." "Mhm, well..." Galford hesitated, looking down at his own feet and curling his toes in his sandals, feeling the sweat from his run from the village to get to this Dojo, "Probably. But wait, you don't expect me to make him smell my feet too... right?" "Just shut up, take off those sandals and come right over. I want to test other things!" Haohmaru said excitedly, watching the boy squirm with more vigor knowing that there will now be another pair of feet torturing him. Seeing that the ninja finished untying the sandals, Haohmaru stepped off Shizumaru's back. The boy squirmed for a moment, happy to be free of that pressure on his back. After that, in a purely desperate outburst, the boy tried to use all his strength to drag himself up and run from those two, but just as he was about to think about running away, Galford advanced on him like a shadow, sitting on the boy's back while holding both of the boy's legs in his arms. "W-Wait! Not again! Just let me go already..." Shizumaru whined meekly, noticing the ninja's feet covered by blue socks below his head. Since Galford was in the opposite position that Haohmaru was previously in on the boy's back, the soles of his feet were facing upward, ready to receive Shizumaru's poor face like a pillow. However, Shizumaru shivered when he saw that the surface of the ninja's sock was just as filthy as Haohmaru's; a footprint of dirt perfectly stamping the shape of his soles and toes, above that, the socks were also visibly damp with sweat due to the stains complementing the footprints, which almost made the boy cry. "Relax! At least I won't really hurt you! It will be uncomfortable... Probably infuriating and humiliating too, but you'll be fine!" Galford stated in a gentle voice, sitting closer to Shizumaru's neck, consequently making it harder to keep his head away from the ninja's feet, "Now be a good boy and rest your face on my feet..." The ninja's voice sounded melodic, as if he was indeed feeling empathy from Shizumaru. The boy would like to believe this gesture of "kindness", but just looking at the socks where his face would rest made the boy sick. Holding his breath, his head slowly lowered toward those wide blue pillows stained with sweat and dirt, until his face finally landed between those soaked fabrics with an audible 'squelch'. The moment this came to pass, Galford released one of Shizumaru's legs to bring his hand to the back of the boy's neck, pressing it hard against his sweaty socks. The boy's muffled grunts were completely ignored as the ninja kept his hand in that position, eventually forcing the boy to sniff the full essence of his scent in the most abrasive way. As the warm air entered his nostrils and made its way into his lungs, Shizumaru oscillated between controlling his urge to cough and avoiding choking on that thick oxygen. Unlike Haohmaru's masculine smell, full of intense sour peaks that resembled the smell of vinegar and soybean fermentation, the stench of Galford's feet had a buttery, almost zesty note accompanied by the smell of moldy cheese. A type of aroma that possessed a very distinctive warm property, not creating reactions as strong as Haohmaru's sour smell, which made him want to tear up; but definitely assaulting his nostrils enough to start feeling light-headed with just the first inhalation. "Mmmmppppphhhf!" was one of the incomprehensible sounds in escaped Shizumaru's mouth as he tried to scream with those moist cotton walls covering his lips. "That stench... I almost feel sorry for this brat, but it's necessary. He needs to concentrate on getting stronger to prevent this from happening again.” Haohmaru commented, waving his hand in front of his nose at the intense smell that was permeating the room. "Not that I can do much, I don't have time to worry about bathing recently, let alone washing those socks.... Sorry, but you're going to have to get used to my scent, buddy." Galford said in a nice way, making Shizumaru even more upset about the situation. Forcing himself to smell that pungent, greasy odor from so close was simply disgusting. Each inhalation was like being punched in the stomach, making him gasp even more. Of all the possibilities, being under the foot of a samurai and a ninja like this never crossed Shizumaru's mind. Because both considered him too young to suffer a worse punishment, even if he couldn't imagine what could be worse than being forced to breathe those fumes, more nauseating than cheap incense again and again. This went on for a good few minutes, until Galford removed his hand from the head of Shizumaru, who didn't hesitated to raise his head in search of fresh air or just a lesser intensity of the ninja's smoky stench; however, in this early act of raising his head, the boy's face met Haohmaru's right foot stretched in the air, anticipating this move. Surprised by that sight, what made the boy most anxious was to see that Haohmaru's foot was now bare. The samurai's tanned skin was exposed in front of the boy's nose, leaving only the red stirrup that hid the middle of his arch. With those five plump toes now free of the sock, Shizumaru could swear he was seeing the stench of that foot manisfesting itself through a thin mist of greenish vapor, immediately making his eyes water with that even fresher, stronger and sharper odor that his sole emanated. "Why do you look so surprised, boy? Did you think you'd just be smelling my socks while the best part is here?" Haohmaru said, wiggling his toes right over Shizumaru's nose, almost touching him. The boy simply shivered at that huge sole glistening with sweat before his eyes. His nostrils flared with the intensity of the sour stench from that foot. As if that weren't enough, Galford also took advantage of this moment that the boy seemed paralyzed to remove his own socks, freeing his pale feet from those thick cotton covers that made his feet sweat even more. A deep miasma formed inside that Dojo with the mixture of the smell of those two warriors. Those nauseating vopors of unwashed feet made the boy's eyes roll almost to the back of his head. Tears were beginning to trickle from the corner of his eyes, exposing the limit reached by that cruel combination of raw odors. "Too strong for you? Breathe slowly... you might end up getting drunk in all that stench." Haohmaru teased, still keeping his sweaty foot only a few inches from Shizumaru's nose. There was not so much need to force his foot against the boy's face now. He had nowhere to run; below his face were the ninja's two feet emanating that dripping odor of marinated sweat, while in front of his face was Haohmaru's wide foot, sending out tear fumes that melted the boy's brain little by little, lowering his resistance considerably. "Don't be so hard on him. He's pretty strong for putting up with that smell so far!" Galford commented beamingly, wiggling all his toes below Shizumaru to keep the scent of his feet present on the boy's battered senses. "You think so? Well, with all that time he must have already chosen which foot he likes more!" Haohmaru spoke smugly, planting the sole of his foot on the boy's face as he said this. The act of Haohmaru putting the sole of his foot against the boy's face acted like a red-hot iron, making it feel like he was branding the sole of his foot there with that abrasive heat emanating from his foot. But this time, Shizumaru was so worn out that he couldn't even grumble. "Get your foot out of there! He needs to smell mine too!" "Alright, alright. What a boring guy..." Haohmaru complained in a low voice, detaching his foot from the boy's face, watching his head drop to the ninja's feet again in exhaustion. "Oh hey, I think he prefers mine!" Galford laughed happily as he felt the boy's soft face sink into his stinking soles again, making Haohmaru angry. "Don't be an idiot, he's fainting. Oi, brat, don't even think about resting yet!" Haohmaru exclaimed, using his foot to tilt the boy's head to the side and stick the big toe of that foot between his lips, invading his mouth and brushing the skin against his tongue. At that moment the boy, who was about to lose consciousness, felt a shock run through his body from the incredibly salty taste in his mouth and the strange texture. Understanding what was happening, the boy turned his head away to start spitting in an attempt to get the bitter taste out of his mouth. "Hmm, I guess my sweat doesn't taste so good after all." Haohmaru laughed briefly, having a quick thought upon seeing the disgusted boy, "But hey, brat.... Don't you want to stop breathing that awful stench?" "Y... Yes! Yes, please, anything! I can't take it anymore..." the boy said sniffling, tears still streaming from his face as he tried to control his own breathing. "How about not licking our feet then? That way you can get rid of that smell. If you do nothing, the sweat on our feet will dry and the stench will continue—" Haohmaru suggested indirectly, until he was surprised that the boy stuck out his tongue and energetically licked the sweaty soles of his feet before he had finished speaking. "Wow! Look at that, he's more eager in those licks than Poppy! He must really hate our feet to accept that!" Galford remarked, vividly impressed by the boy's determination as he rubbed his tongue across that sweat-glistening sole from heel to toe in one swift lick. The bitter, salty, inconvenient taste was nowhere near the torment his nostrils had experienced up to that point. Shizumaru was willing to humiliate himself by using his own tongue to clean someone else's feet, if it meant that he would no longer have to smell that nauseating mixture of manly odors. "Oho, he really hates it.... But that's actually kind of nice. I didn't imagine it would feel so good to have my feet licked like that." Haohmaru sighed, flexing his toes for a second, making the boy cringe at the strong smell that escaped. However, amidst these vigorous and desperate licks, Shizumaru was showing obvious signs of fatigue. He didn't know how many hours ago this had started, but the strong smells constantly assaulting his nostrils, his lungs, making his head dizzy with every sniff, all of this was already slowly consuming him. The boy could only replace the sweat of a Haohmaru foot with his saliva before he reached his limit. Fainting suddenly, Galford's soft soles cushioned the impact of the boy's head, which remained completely still in that position. "What happened?! He fainted?" Galford inquired in surprise, flexing his feet under the boy's face to see if he showed any signs of discomfort, but there were none. Haohmaru then tilted the boy's head with his foot again, staring at him intently before clicking his tongue, "Tsk. Yeah. He's sleeping more than a rock. I still needed him to clean my other foot, but oh well..." Clearly disappointed, Haohmaru turned away to put his sock and sandals back on. "That's not fair! I couldn't even get my turn... you broke him!" Galford sputtered, getting off the boy's back to put his sandals back on. "Whatever, it's not my fault. Not completely, anyway. If you want it so bad, take the boy to a safe place in the village near here. It would be bad to leave him passed out in this place." Haohmaru suggested as he brought the sake bottle to his mouth, walking to the Dojo's exit. "Naturally! I would never be able to leave an unconscious child near so many dangers! But let me ask, doing that was worth anything?" Galford questioned curiously, before picking the boy up on his shoulders to carry him. "You bet! I doubt he'll try to venture near that evil energy knowing that I'll be there to confront whatever is causing it.... Especially because the next time we see each other, my feet will be even more unbearable!" Haohmaru chuckled proudly, exiting the Dojo completely refreshed, leaving the young ninja behind. "You made quite a rival today, kid..." Galford sighed upon hearing Haohmaru's words, "Anyway, let's get out of here, it's getting dark. Just don't expect this to be free! You'll have to make this up to me when you wake up." With that said, the blond left the Dojo carrying Shizumaru on his back, accompanied by Poppy on the way to the nearest village to spend the night. Internally, Shizumaru would have been thankful that he had lost his consciousness. Had this not happened, perhaps he would still need to be there under the feet of these warriors, but now that he was technically prevented from continuing his journey, only time will tell what is in store for the boy.