"Minato this, Minato that, I'm already tired of hearing so much about him," I complained while two women massaged my shoulders and feet.
"He's the hero of the war; knowing what he did, it's no surprise," commented Daiki Sake, with a young woman beside him who was his partner.
"It makes sense, now with the news that he defeated—a very appropriate word to avoid saying he killed more than 1,000 Iwa ninja in just seconds, something I honestly could never see myself doing," added Makoto, holding a glass of water with her trusty sword at her side.
"It must be a lie; now that the old monkey is going to resign, he needs a new Hokage who won't be a problem for him," I said, already feeling a bit strange, but I felt counteracted by the two masseuses' hands.
"It disgusts me. He sends children to the battlefield, knowing how we lived, dreaming of becoming ninjas, only for the village's own idol to send us to our deaths for no reason," Makoto complained, somewhat annoyed. Compared to what they went through, it was perhaps better than going to the battlefield with only three E-rank techniques and a kunai to die. "Of course, if you survive, you build character; I won't deny that."
"But I imagine he must have a reason for it; I don't think it's his fault that four ninja villages are fighting Konoha," Makoto tried to justify the actions of the higher-ups.
"And what if I tell you it's the village's fault?" I countered his idea, leaving him speechless. "This war was something that had been building for years, not to mention that Iwa and Suna desperately need fertile land to become better nations, but that's not in Konoha's best interest. With the idea that we should remain the strongest village, they prevented those two from cultivating good harvests."
Neither of them said anything, since, as they both lead groups constantly fighting to steal resources from each other and indirectly from the village, I understand the thinking of the Suna and Iwa leaders.
"Well, let's forget this and get to the main point: the consolidation of the two areas of the lawless zone, which will no longer be called that but rather the Yakuza and the Mafia." I declared that everyone in the room should become serious.
That was the main idea behind all of this: to have the lawless and uncontrolled zone of the village under control and out of sight.
Thanks to Hiruzen's "efforts," with the village stagnating and the war won, some civilians continued to live in the village, but without any progress; these people only lived in misery.
The higher-ups didn't care about them, and that continues to this day. They had to survive however they could and were left out in the cold as long as they didn't bother the important people. From this came the lawless zone, a place where the higher-ups don't care what happens, so anything can happen.
Drugs, prostitution, murder, corruption, and the black market—these things are commonplace in a place that, if controlled, can generate a lot of income, enough to have a better village. I couldn't let this gold mine go to waste, but if I did, they might try to take it from me.
That's how the mafia and the yakuza emerged, two groups that are polar opposites, trying to control everything. As long as there are two organizations trying to kill each other, the higher-ups can't intervene until one of them loses, since a single organization or individual controlling the lawless zone will be too dangerous for them.
What they don't know is that this is already the case, since Mokoto and Daiki work for me; they're practically my subordinates and among the most loyal people today, and if they don't, they'll just die. This is something they know: they can lose everything they have if they do something I don't like.
"Just as he said, with the war going on, it was quite easy to make our move with so few ninjas in the village, not to mention they were all genin-rank," Makoto explained.
"Currently, I control the commercial areas, offering services to merchants and civilians, as well as protecting the most vulnerable areas." "That generates enough income for my group, not to mention what you give us," Daiki said, placing the village map on the table. "My men aren't dedicated to the ninja arts, but they are skilled in taijutsu and weapons, unlike Makoto's."
"It's true, they have quantity, but I have quality, which balances the scales. And now, taking advantage of the fact that the war is about to end, we're about to begin the final act, which is the attempted confrontation between the yakuza and the mafia. And, as your plan states, that's where you come in to intervene and act as an intermediary, creating a deal between both groups," Makoto added.
"You don't need to do anything. Just say that each group was summoned anonymously, where you made the arrangements and called for an agreement where each would have its own territory and boundaries that it wouldn't cross," Daiki finished, looking at me, as did Makoto.
I simply applauded.
"Good, done. I see that training them and "Educating them paid off; they think for themselves, something some high-level ninjas don't do. Be proud," I said, extending my hands. "But remember, there shouldn't be any unnecessary witnesses; anyone who's nosy or tries to interrupt, kill them, no matter who they are."
"Understood, Miss Miyu," they both said at the same time.
"Speaking of other things, when do you two plan to get married?" I asked Daiki and his partner teasingly, to which the girl blushed while Daiki started coughing.
"What kind of question is that?" Daiki asked, embarrassed.
"Hmm, and speaking of which, when are you going to find a partner, Makoto?" I asked the other.
"I think I announced I had something to do, Miss Miyu." He changed the subject, and it worked, because it was true.
"You're lucky," I said, looking at him, to which only a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Kushina had invited Jiraiya and me to a special dinner since Minato had returned today.
...
"So Suna isn't just making a treaty to stop the war but is also seeking an alliance between villages?" I asked Jiraiya, who was sitting waiting for his food.
"Not only Suna, but Kumo too; Iwa didn't join this, since their hatred for Konoha intensified with what Minato did, not to mention what you did," he told me, looking at me as if I were the one to blame.
"Details, things that can be overlooked, not to mention that I didn't achieve the feat of killing 1,000 ninjas in just a few moves." As I said that, I glanced at Minato, who was in the kitchen, cooking his own welcome-home dinner, which was odd, to say the least.
"That's an exaggeration; it wasn't 1,000 ninjas," he tried to sound humble.
"Sorry, I take it back, 999 ninjas," I scoffed.
A little further away, I felt someone squeeze my side very hard.
"Ouch, that hurts," I complained to the culprit.
"And it hurts you even more. Minato isn't having a good time, and you're making fun of him," Kushina scolded me.
"Kushina's right. Two of Minato's students died, and he couldn't do anything. This isn't the time to make fun of him," Jiraiya added.
"You're saying it as a joke, don't you realize?" I retorted rudely. "I hope you weren't upset about that, Minato."
"It's okay. That's in the past. But with children who had so much potential and were so kind, it makes me sad what happened to them. First Obito, then Rin, but the one I'm worried about is Kakashi. Right now, the trauma he must be going through is enormous," Minato said, holding a pot full of meat.
"Nawaki, Dan, Kusuke, Minato's students, and..." Jiraiya trailed off. I suspected she was referring to the three from Ame: Yahiko, Konan, and Nagato.
Kushina, seeing the melancholic atmosphere, decided to intervene.
"We're not here to be sad; we're here to celebrate that we all came back alive, the war is almost over, and finally," she said, taking Minato's hand, "we're planning to get married in a few months."
"Oh, congratulations to you both," Jiraiya said, sounding very pleased that his student was doing well. I simply raised a glass of wine and nodded in approval with a smile. "I imagine it will be a big wedding, right?"
"We're really planning something simple and small, with you all invited, of course," Minato explained.
"I see, it makes sense if it's you two; I can already picture you both with children and a great life," Jiraiya congratulated me, then looked at me. "Minato's already beating you, Miyu."
"There's a reason he's the fastest in the world; it wouldn't surprise me if Kushina's already pregnant," I mocked again.
"What are you talking about?" Kushina challenged me, slamming her fist on the table. "Actually, you're the one who beat us in that regard."
When she said that, she immediately covered her mouth and stared at me.
Minato and Jiraiya looked at me, not understanding or not wanting to understand what she said.
"What does she mean?" Jiraiya asked me, but I ignored him, only looking at Kushina.
"Speaking of which, how about you give me an answer to what I proposed? You want Minato to be there to decide, but Jiraiya can be there as a witness."
"Wait a moment." Now Jiraiya slams his fist on the table to get their attention. Minato had remained silent the whole time, just watching what was happening. "I don't understand what you're talking about. Getting ahead? Deals? What's going on?"
"I think it's best if I show him," I said, getting up.
...
Jiraiya, Minato, and Kushina saw the eight-month-old baby, almost nine, in the test tube.
"What is this?" Jiraiya asked.
"My son," I replied, sitting across from them, looking at the three of them.
"So this is a baby," Kushina commented.
"Have you been here before?" Minato asked Kushina.
"Yes, but it was before Miyu made the baby," Kushina replied.
"Well, now that we're here, what do you say, Kushina? Do you accept the deal?" I asked him. He glanced nervously at Minato, who just smiled.
"Minato-kun, when Miyu came to the village, she told me about the idea of having offspring with a certain bloodline and offered me the idea of having a baby with her." Minato's eyes widened at this.
"You're talking about a forbidden relationship, one woman cheating on her partner with another; this sounds like a great plot for my novel. The man finds out, then he has a—" He couldn't continue rambling, as I threw a pipe at his head, knocking him out instantly.
"I think he's the one who needs a life," I commented, looking down at him on the ground and then at Minato, who was confused. "Also, Kushina doesn't explain things very well."
Upon hearing this, Kushina lowered her head.
"I had asked Kushina for some of her DNA to combine with mine to create a stronger bloodline derived from mine, stronger than the one I have. The idea was to start immediately, but since you were her secret partner, I had to consult you first, so I decided to go with the other option and combine the Senju and Uchiha blood," I explained to Minato.
"I had asked her to come up with a different approach and combine the Senju and Uchiha bloodlines." The idea is to have a baby that's 50% Senju and 50% Uzumaki.
"So, the baby here is Kosuke's son too?" Minato asked.
"As perceptive as ever, yes," I replied, glancing at the test results. "The baby is in perfect condition, so in a few weeks it'll be ready to 'be born.' If you agree, I'll start working on the other one after this one."
"And if we agree, what will happen to the baby? Will you take care of it?" Minato asked.
"Technically, he's Kushina's and my son; if she wants, she can raise him as both of ours. I don't mind, but if they don't want to, I'll raise him as my own."
"Are you planning on having children nonstop like some kind of experiment?" I heard Minato complain, somewhat annoyed by this, but I ignored him, dismissing his anger.
"Of course not; it's not like there are so many bloodlines; at least I only planned on having these two," I replied with complete sincerity.
Minato sighed at this and looked at Kushina, who was shyly fidgeting with her fingers.
"What do you think?" Minato asked Kushina.
"Well, we'll be husband and wife soon, and when we do this, we'll already be married and can have children in our family, not to mention that I always wanted to have many children to have a big and happy family," Kushina replied, looking at Minato.
Minato sighed again.
"If that's what you want, then I'll support you in everything you do," Minato said, sounding like a matchmaker.
At this response, Kushina's eyes lit up, and she extended her pale arm toward me.
"We accept. You can take all the DNA you want," she said excitedly.
"There's no need," I said, stopping her in her tracks and dampening her enthusiasm. "I already have your DNA ready; I just needed your approval."
A range of emotions flashed across Kushina's face as she heard that.
"If everything's ready, how about we go back for dinner?" "The food must be getting cold." With that, the three of us left, leaving Jiraiya alone and unconscious in the lab.
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As you can see, I'm going to include two characters descended from Miyu, who will technically be her children; the idea is to do it now so they're in the same generation as Naruto and the others. In this case, the half-Uchiha will be a year older, in the same grade as Neji, while the half-Uzumaki will be in Naruto's grade.
If this whole thing with the descendants is delayed any longer, I might not be able to develop it in terms of the plot since they'll be academy students and they'll miss the Chunin Exams and everything that comes with them, or at least one of them, since I have plans for each of them, and they won't follow the same path.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter; see you next time.