Naruto: The Prince of Lust

"Uh, I guess," he says with a shrug. "I've never had that problem. I just sort of understand it, like how people see a picture and know what it is."

Growing more intrigued, Mabui asks, "are you the most advanced in your class?"

"I don't have a class," he admits. "Only a hand-full of people even know I study Fūinjutsu, and they don't get it, so I don't really talk about it."

Applying a moderate amount of appeal to her mannerism, Mabui sweetly asks, "would you be interested in talking to me about it?"

"Really," he asks, his eyes rounding like a warm sunny day.

"Yes, very much. I've been studying it for a few years now," she lies. Having only started studying Fūinjutsu when she inherited the platform and scroll from her deceased parents three months ago. Acting cute in her embarrassment, she adds, "and to be honest, it's still quite challenging."

"It's so easy though," he embellishes with amusement.

"It sounds as if you have a gift for it," she denotes with a smile. Leaning in a little with a hint of seduction to go along with her inviting question. "Would you, by chance, be interested in meeting me tomorrow? I'd love to learn more."

"Really?" he genuinely seems to ask, as if it's the first time anyone's taken any interest in him. "Sure!"

"Wonderful," Mabui calls, straightening her posture. "And if you have any advanced scrolls or books, I'd love to see them."

"I do have some good stuff," he assures her with a smirk. "We can talk about array designs- Oh! Maybe some of the more inventive stuff, like creating dimensional pockets, or contracts with super-strong summons from other realms, or even, wicked stuff like manipulating space-time."

Mabui's elegant face was a fixture of delight, however, internally, she was stricken by how confused and out-of-place she felt. She wanted to understand what the ancient platform and matching scroll the last of her family left her are, as well as how this unique jutsu might help her attain the rank of Jōnin, but this eager young man is talking about creating pocket dimensions, summoning contracts, and manipulating space-time as if it was some casual thing.

'…this boy might be a prodigy,' her mind reasons. Only when the boy hurries off to meet his sensei did she realize she was too distracted to introduce herself or learn his name. 'No matter. I'll see him tomorrow.'

Though determined to help Samui before her own success, such a discovery was a god-send to Mabui. Meeting a person that can potentially speed up her time table by days if not weeks garners an intense physical response as much as mental, like sprightly energy deliciously dancing up and down her lower body. The thought of deciphering the entire jutsu before they even leave Konoha made her tighten her quivering legs and warming core. With deep calming breaths, Mabui returns to her table. Stay tuned with empire

After studying for another couple of hours, including vaguely realizing that the young man was correct about the kinetic Fūin seal, Mabui decides to leave before making any significant progress. At this stage, she'd prefer establishing a pattern of attendance within the library, rather than optimizing the amount of work completed by staying longer. Anything to make her feel commonplace.

Returning to the safe-site, Atsui informs her that Samui has yet to return, and though that's alarming, she appreciates how worried he is for his sister. Given the way he normally acts, it's a refreshing surprise to see that he genuinely cared more about his sister than his arrogance. In her observation, Atsui never seemed to be jealous of Samui's obvious skill as a ninja nor did he lash out as one might expect from someone suffering from narcissistic overconfidence. For his biased miscalibration to not affect his relationship with his sister is an interesting anomaly.

The pair of Chūnin remain armed and vigilant of any unexpected scenarios when Samui finally signals the first sequence of coded knocks, the delay, then final sequence before entering their two-bedroom lodging behind the fabric dyeing textile factory. Though relieved to see their beautiful team-lead alive and well, Samui's very short explanation of what happened left both Atsui and Mabui confused. In fact, Mabui had to ask more questions than Samui even spoke to understand what happened.

"So, let's just steal it when the other buyer isn't around," Atsui suggests. "It wouldn't be a hot look if I went back as a failure; not with such an easy A-Rank mission. The kid's half-dead, right? It'll be like taking candy from a newborn."

"The second buyer is strong," is all Samui reveals, to which Atsui and Mabui interpret as, stronger than her, likely meaning it wouldn't be a good idea to implement. It's a long journey back to Kumogakure and a strong opponent might catch up to them and take what they paid for.

"What did Ōyashiro-san say our options are," Mabui asks.

"He asked for time," is all Samui states, and again, Mabui has to interpret that to mean there's only a possibility that the veteran merchant can secure Kubikiribōchō from the blond owner.

"And if he can't," Mabui asks, elaborating, "can we approach this Uzumaki-kun? …After he heals, I guess."

"We will give Ōyashiro-san time," Samui simply answers.

The blond woman then stands and retires to the room she shares with Mabui. After quickly bidding Atsui a good night, Mabui enters their room as Samui is undressing. It wasn't the first time Mabui has seen Samui undress, however, every time she did, she couldn't help how impressed she gets by such a figure. Very fair-skinned with an athletic hourglass figure and silky blond hair. Her vanilla breasts with rose-pink nipples, in particular, were large, round with wight, looked invitingly soft, and seem to defy gravity in the most natural way. Long strong legs, shapely calves, and dainty feet, Mabui felt her envy clash sharply against the knowledge of the horrors the gorgeous blond went through as a child.

Removing her heeled sandals, business skirt, and blouse before undoing her hair and letting the silver length fall to mid-back, Mabui asks, "Samui-san?"

"Taichou," Samui casually interjects as she rolls out her sleeping sleeve.

Living in a military village, a strict mode of address is normal, however, it has little place when attempting to form a personal connection. "I certainly recognize you as our team leader, Samui-taichou, however, when we're alone and not discussing the mission, would you be opposed to a personal designation?" Mabui doesn't hear a response, which she's learned is not a no.

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