A/N: By far the longest chapter I've done for this story. If I know Banjo the Fox, he/she's probably going to complain about it to me again. My response? If you want it to move faster, than how would you like to beta-read this story? PM me if you read this. But other than that, do read and review, would you kindly?

Warning: There is a bit of XXX in this chapter (could be implied), so be warned.

{Play: "Old Temple" by Hideyuki Fukasawa, from "Street Fighter IV"}

[Unknown Location]

Candles lit the varnished floor of the temple with flickering orange specks as they lined the halls. There was a single occupant that sat in the space between the candles in front of three statues. On the left was a bald with a beard, with a benevolent aura about him, and on the right was a fire-haired demon with a topknot. Both men were literal walls of muscle, eternally locked in combat with each other. Their poses were so lifelike that there was a chance that they'd jump out of their stances to continue their fight. But they were nothing compared to the large buddha they both flanked, sitting in lotus position with a peaceful smile on his face.

The occupant of the room sat in seiza position, the form clearly being feminine. She had darkened skin, and wild, reddish orange hair that was tied behind her head in a ponytail. Her dōgi was torn up and frayed in places, that left nothing of her lithe and muscular body to the imagination (least of which being her modest bustline that bordered on generous). Around her neck, and her left ankle were a string of prayer beads; the former was made of larger beads than the latter. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were folded over her lap in meditation as an aura was emitted from her body.

It'd been like this since Naruto picked up that scroll long ago, and quite frankly the occupant felt it was a good change of pace. Plus, it gave her quite a few new tricks since he'd read the contents of the scroll; as well as entertainment from looking through Naruto's eyes.

According to what he'd read from the scroll, there were two ways to mastering the art of Ansatsuken: Nothingness and Destruction. Both were equally powerful enough that it was as though the practitioner were cutting through the air with their bare hands. For all their similarities, each had different areas of emphasis.

Nothingness was the power of the void and emptiness; a state of true peace and tranquility. Followers of this path had an aura of invincibility to them, coming from emptying their minds of all negative emotions. Rage, fear, even hate was erased from the mind of one that walks the path of Nothingness, as they embraced the power of peace and went with the flow of creation. There was less of an emphasis on utilizing the intimacies of ki attacks in this style, but it did make the practitioner strong enough in mind and body to take on taijutsu specialists of at least equal level. This was represented by the sculpture to the left of Master Gōken.

The power of Destruction, was all about power; it was based on all the dark and primal instincts of the human mind. Wielders of this power tended to gain more power from their rage, in a manner not too different from a berserker, which the statue of Gōki represented on the right side. It was truly what gave the style the name "Assassination Fist", considering that it emphasized more on the stealth, and killing the opponent quickly. Those who focused on the power of Destruction were unstoppable forces of nature with assassination skills at least on par with a high-chūnin, if not low-jōnin kunoichi.

It was obvious that Naruto had set himself on the path to mastering both Nothingness and Destruction; although he had more of an inclination towards Destruction. She herself, was almost all for Destruction, of which she was proud to admit. Besides, all that bullshit about peace and love was mom's kind of thing. she thought, continuing to meditate, 'make the world a better place' she said, 'love not war' she said. Pfft! Yeah, right! As long as humanity exists, there will never be peace; as long as there are two people on this planet, war will always be around the corner. I mean, I love you mom, but if there's no conflict, then the world's already become boring; that, and you have that stupid, skanky, whore Hashirama for making things worse by giving away my sisters.

The woman suddenly opened her eyes, revealing deep pools of red in her irises. She spun out of her seated position to swing her hand outward, performing a horizontal karate chop towards the opposite end of the hall. She soon froze in place, watching as the candles fell to the floor one by one.

"I'll be waiting for you, Naruto-kun," she laughed to herself, grinning fiercely and victoriously at what she'd just done, "I'll be testing out how much you truly know about the Ansatsuken. And if you fail to me in your quest for true mastery, then I suppose the path of Destruction should be more than accommodating for the both of us, my love. And you'll be in my arms forever when I get my better half from your sister!"

With her declaration complete, the woman turned to face the Buddha in seiza position. As aggressive as the path of Destruction was, even this style required intense meditation to use stronger and more efficient ki attacks. And to truly master the Ashura Senkū so that she could use the infamous Shun Goku Satsu, focus was key to truly taking advantage of the ultimate move.

Besides, it was always interesting to see what kind of fights Naruto-kun would be getting himself into. Especially with that Dudley character.

{Play: "Secret Laboratory (Round 1)" by Hideyuki Fukasawa, from "Street Fighter IV"}

[Elsewhere]

A man sat in a swivel chair, scribbling away at a slip of paper on a hand-carved mahogany desk. He was powerfully-built with large muscles making him seem even more intimidating, considering how tall he was; there was so much muscle mass that it threatened to burst through his luxurious business attire consisting of a blackish-blue shirt, red tie, white vest, black pants, and leather gloves and riding boots. There was a very sterile appearance to him, given his blanched skin, and his bald head, while he looked down upon the paperwork using scrutinizing silvery blue eyes with black sclera.

There was a knock at the door that did nothing to break his concentration. "Come in," he said. His voice was a deep and commanding baritone.

On his command, the door opened, letting in a man in a black business tuxedo walk in. "I'm sorry to disturb you, sir…"

"Enough with the formalities." cut off the white man, not even taking his attention off of the paperwork. He then signed the paper, before pulling out another sheet to scan. "What has our spy revealed about the subject?"

"Yes, Master Seth. According to our agent, Uzumaki Naruto's ki levels are off the charts," began the man in black, "but our spies in Konoha have made another report about him."

"Do tell."

"We've learned that Uzumaki is the Jinchūriki of the Kyūbi no Yoko, and he's not the only one. Apparently, when the fox was captured, Namikaze Mina had its chakra split in half, and sealed off into two vessels; one of them being Uzumaki. "

Deciding to finally grace the man in black with a look, Seth stared pointedly at him. "Is there an identity to this other vessel?"

"Sadly, no. That was the end of the line. The agent was found dead, and any and all information he would have delivered to us had been burned. We are, however, currently looking into who else was born on the day the Kyūbi attacked. But sir, with all due respect, I have a sneaking suspicion that ROOT is on to us."

This was not good; no, not good at all. If ROOT was aware of SIN's activities, everything Seth had been planning would have been for nothing. And in the event that Bison found out about Shimura's interest in his branch of Shadaloo, then he too would eventually find out about his secret projects. This would also mean that his intentions would be out in the open, and Seth would have to brown-nose the man longer before he would be strong enough to drive that knife deep into Bison's back.

Hopefully, this would be salvageable. "Are our operatives in Suna still active?"

"They are," responded the man in the suit, "as a matter of fact, one of them is still deep cover in Sunagakure right now. The other is fighting in the tournament as we speak."

"Then tell them both to make preparations to grab Uzumaki," barked Seth, "We are on a tight schedule, now that ROOT has its eyes on us. I want to see if he is indeed powerful enough to take on a Kage-level kunoichi, so tell them to strike after the boy leaves Sunagakure after the tournament; preferably while he's alone and weary, and in a timely manner. It wouldn't do if anyone else managed to beat us to him."

"And our other agents in Konoha?"

"If they're still active, then pull them out before ROOT gets to them. If not, then leave them be; they shall pay for their incompetence if they're not able to get out of the village without being noticed. Our first priority is to capture Uzumaki; the other Jinchūriki of Konoha can wait."

"Yes, master."

Once the attendant left the room, Seth turned to face the windows. His secret project would be finished one way or another, and he would see to it. Neither you nor Bison will have any hold on me, thought Seth, reflecting on his creation, you may have created me in collaboration with Bison, Otohime, but you are far from being my masters. I have no need of such things! And once I have attained the godhood you have both sought, your throat will be the first I snap; of this, my mother, I can guarantee...and I will do it as many times as I have to.

Taking the moment to rest, Seth returned to his paperwork. His takeover of Shadaloo would come later. Right now, there were many missions he had to sign off on, as well as building projects to have a look at. But once Uzumaki was in his clutches, everything would go off without a hitch, and he would begin his reign as god of this world by killing off the competition; and Bison would be the first on his list, followed by that bitch Otohime, then the other rivals.

{Play: "Afternoon of Konoha" by Toshiro Masuda, from "Naruto"}

[Sunagakure, ten days later]

The past ten days was a good respite considering that Naruto had come out to the next phase of the martial arts tournament. He jogged his way down the streets of Sunagakure, free-running his way all over the village. While he was good with the very fundamentals, he needed to work on his agility, which was why he was jogging down the street. Every place he went to still had sneers and jeers directed at him, but there were people that were simply amazed at the rumors that had abound.

"I heard he took down fifty dojos on the way here."

"Nah, no way! He'd have to have been like six when he started fighting professionally. I hear he crushed ten of them on his way here."

"That boy's a freak if he's able to take on some kunoichi without so much as a scratch."

Several things had happened on that day that he wished he could watch all over again, one of which being that Makoto was beaten by Fei Long. It was a great battle, but the movie star won by starting off his last combo countering Makoto's punch with a kick to the knee, followed by a rapid series of punches, and then finishing off with his signature One-Inch Punch with a loud "WATAH!". The mere impact of the last attack had both knocked out Makoto, and sent her flying out of the arena. I'm thankful in a way that she lost…again. thought Naruto, Hopefully when she fights me again, she'll be a lot better. Although I have to ask: why is she so pissed off with me?

He then watched as that woman from Iwagakure, Chun-Li, managed to defeat that woman Crimson Viper. The fight was close, but the only reason that viper could keep up was because she was using weapons hidden in that suit of hers. Naruto had suspected that the woman was more of a fox when it came to fighting, relying on her cunning and her tools to attain victory. All in all, he felt that she'd be perfect as a kunoichi. But that didn't stop the raw skill of Chun-Li finishing off her opponent with a sphere of energy that sent her flying. Those were some wicked nice legs, he thought to himself, hopping over a stack of barrels, I'd hate to be kicked by those things, though.

As soon as he landed, Naruto kept jogging before he found an apple cart stopping. He'd been jogging for the past hour or so, and he felt like a snack before he went back to camp for more training. Plus, those apples look so good.

Approaching the apple cart, he had a very good look at the product: healthy-looking red apples in baskets with soft spots of yellow on their skin. Overall, a very mouth-watering "These look really good," noted Naruto, picking out a good apple with his eyes. Finding an apple with a deep red color, he pulled out his wallet. "how much?"

The owner of the cart had a dirty look on his face. "700 ryo an apple."

"Are you sure about that?" asked Naruto, quirking his eyebrow in curiosity, "They look really good, but not 700 ryo-good."

"Are you insulting my product?"

"No, I'm just wondering why your apples cost 700 ryo each, when they should be like around a ryo per pound at most."

The apple vendor was about to say something when his eyes had widened in surprise. Any word he was about to say was drowned out by his own fear, and his jaw bouncing up and down. He let out a very confused and terrified "uh…" as he had his eyes on whoever was behind Naruto.

"Is there a problem?"

Naruto turned his head to see that right behind him was Gaara's mother. Her face was twisted in silent rage at the fruit vendor. How long has she been standing there?

"Y-y-yes, as a matter of fact, this boy accused me of cheating him."

"Really? Because not too long ago, I watched you sell them to the other villagers at around 3 ryo per pound." sneered the woman, her teeth gritting together, "And now I've just heard that you were overcharging the boy for your apples. Care to explain to me what's going on in your mind, Daigo-san?"

"B-b-but, he's going to fight…"

"And he will in due time." cut off the woman, "But from the minute he set foot in this village, the boy is our guest; thus you shall treat him as such." She then turned to address the rest of the people in the crowd. "That goes for the rest of you as well; this has gone on long enough. How we treat visitors will reflect how we can handle these trying times now that the Daimyo is cutting our funding. How you are treating him now will tell the world that our village is filled with cheats and liars who are willing to do anything to make a quick ryo. Besides, the Kazekage said herself that when she fights Uzumaki in her match with him, she wants it to be definitive; she wants to give him no excuse to call her up for a rematch when she totally destroys him in mind, body, and spirit."

Gaara's mother turned to regard Daigo with a scathing glare. "You are free to raise your prices to compensate for what the Daimyo has done, but you will in no shape or form be cheating Uzumaki or any other foreigner for that matter. He is to be treated fairly while in this village, just like any other guest; and if he suffers from so much as a minor spat of diarrhea before his match with the Kazekage, she will kill anyone that had a hand in sabotaging his match."

"H-h-hai!" stammered Daigo, before turning his attention back to Naruto, "T-t-take your apple and get out of my sight."

Picking out apple from the cart, Naruto dug into his wallet to hand the vendor 10-ryo bill. "Keep the change. From what I hear, you'll need it."

Daigo snatched up the bill ungratefully, and pulled the cart away quickly.

"Walk with me," said the woman, looking down at Naruto.

"Where to?" sighed Naruto.

The way she looked at him with what he assumed to be distaste brokered no room for argument. "Do you even have a choice?"

There was no need to say it. She was going to speak with him one way or another. All Naruto could manage was a teasing look on his face as he walked with the woman. "I didn't think you liked little boys. I wonder what the people would say."

"I'm so high up the food chain that people don't bother asking questions," retorted the woman, "I could take you by the ass in public, and nobody would say a word."

"Of that, I'm aware." said Naruto, worrying if she would carry out her threat, "So, what did you want to speak with me about?"

"Nothing much. I was just curious as to why a Hokage would come to see a grubby little boy like you beat some martial artists up."

Ah! So that was it! "The Hokage cares about her people. In fact, were I not a boy, I would've worked my ass off to earn the position of Hokage myself. Unfortunately, men can't be Kage now can they?"

"But why you? That's practically favoritism."

"I honestly wouldn't know. All I know is that she cares so deeply about our people that she's willing to make sure everyone's okay."

"Don't you have parents to come watch your matches instead?" There was an awkward silence as Gaara's mother turned to see that Naruto had a subtly pained expression on his face. She had to process exactly what she said before she realized the reason for his reaction. "I'm sorry…"

"There's no need for that, you didn't know." cut off Naruto, sniffling, "Besides, it's not like I was ever old enough to know them. The Hokage told me they never abandoned me, and that they really did love me, regardless if I was a boy or a kunoichi girl. Still, I always wonder what it's like; having a complete family." Naruto turned to regard the woman with a searching look. "In one regard, I think that Gaara's lucky she even has a parent. I always wonder if the Hokage was ever telling the truth about mine; that if they were still alive, would they have abandoned me after finding out I was a boy? But seeing as how you choose the village over your family, I don't know if she's all that lucky."

"We all have to make hard choices in life." answered Gaara's mother, "You are only lucky that you cannot be a Kage; the choices you have to make are far greater. For the Kazekage, she had to choose between the happiness of one soul over the security of her people."

Naruto let out a light snort. "I think you should be having this talk with Gaara, because you're making me wish you were my mom; and I think you're right about making hard choices. And I can see why the Kazekage was willing to sacrifice Gaara to save this village; it's a very beautiful place. But even then, I think there are some lines you should not be crossing."

"I'm sure she realizes how far she's crossed the line." mused Gaara's mother, "But when times are desperate like they are now, we have to be ready to cross those lines."

Looking at Gaara's mother with curiosity on his features, Naruto could only ask: "How close are you to the Kazekage anyway?"

There was an amused half-smile on her face as she chuckled. "Let's just say we're close enough that I know that win or lose, she is interested in you. How far her interest goes, or what she wants to do with you, I wouldn't know; I'm not that far into her head."

As the two of them made their way towards the park, Naruto noted that someone was sitting at a bench. The red hair, and the "愛" tattooed on her brow made it more than obvious that this was Gaara. She stared at the two of them walking towards her with that same deadpan he saw her with when he first met her. "I'm here. Why have you called me?"

"Gaara, you have a new assignment," said the woman, "you are to follow Uzumaki everywhere he goes. The Kazekage is interested in him after his last match, and wants to make sure he doesn't run or get injured outside of his matches."

Naruto turned to look at Gaara's mother with an outraged expression on his face. "The Kazekage doesn't trust me?"

"I can tell you're a man of your word, but just to be certain that you have no excuses, the Kazekage wants to make sure you are in tip-top condition when you fight her. Besides, it also works in such a manner as to let Gaara see what it's like when she's living on the road with you…should you win against the Kazekage, of course."

There was no way out of this, and Naruto knew it. He sighed in exasperation. "Fine then."

Sensing her victory, Gaara's mother turned her attention to her daughter. "If he is seen alone and outside the village any further than 200 feet away from his camp, you can do whatever you like to him."

[Somewhere in Kusa no Kuni, four days later]

A woman could be heard panting in the background. She was panting from exhaustion, with a trail of drool trickling down from the corner of her mouth. There was a haggard and tired expression on her face that seemed to be complemented by her long, messy, greasy brown hair. She was naked, with her wrists and ankles cuffed in such a manner that she was spread-eagle on an operating table; her small, but modest chest exposed for the world to see under the spotlight.

Her skin had turned pale from lack of exposure to sunlight, and signs of what had happened to her were shown on her body. Bruised bite-marks from being given fierce hickeys on her neck, and over her nipples, as well as rashes on her wrists and ankles from her attempts to break free. Her eyelids were heavy from sleep deprivation, likely from whatever happened to her. Tiny black dots from syringes being injected into her body mottled her formerly unblemished skin. All that would've been thrown out the window by the fact that she was also trembling in fear, and had a pool of thick, and creamy fluid leaking out onto the table from between her legs. Her body was a mural of scientific experimentation and rape.

Sitting nearby was a woman with flawless alabaster skin. She was graced with a generous bust, and a slender and dainty frame that showed lightly chiseled abdominal muscles. Raven tresses went down to her knees, as she gazed upon the rape victim with greedy, cat-slit eyes and a hungry smile. Her facial features, and the makeup she wore had a decidedly serpentine appearance to it, threatening to hypnotize her victims with her gaze.

The snake-woman sat in such a manner that her heel was on the seat, spreading her legs wide open, revealing the softening penis as it retracted back into her body. Soon, the male appendage was nowhere to be seen; in its place was the normal genitalia of a woman. "A shame that you're a civilian-born kunoichi, Hiyori-chan." she taunted, with a sharp-toothed grin, "Your situation would've been a little more bearable if you had at least a kunoichi mother."

"P-p-please, O-O-Otohime-sama," begged Hiyori, "l-l-let me go."

"You know, I really want to, but the fact of the matter is that you spied on me." snorted Otohime in a sickly sweet voice, her grin widening, "That, and I've been suffering from sex deprivation for a while now. Either way, you were fucked in every sense of the word when that hag Sango paid you to spy on me."

Before Hiyori could say a word, Otohime turned her seat around to face the television screen with a remote in hand. "You are lucky however, that I am tired of pounding your ass and pussy into jelly. But don't think for a second I'm done with you yet; I said I was going to fuck you to death, and I meant it."

A single press of the button on the remote, and the TV flickered to life. On the screen was Uzumaki Naruto, the boy who challenged the Kazekage. His opponent was the gentlemanly boxer Dudley.

Slouching in her seat, Otohime licked her lips hungrily. Naruto was a very delicious specimen in her eyes, especially now that she saw the potential in him fight two weeks ago. Your last match was interesting enough to get me hooked; same goes with that ass of yours. she thought, watching on the screen as Naruto went about removing his weights under the threat that if he continued to wear them on any of his future matches, he'd be disqualified. But I wonder how well you will do against a veteran. After all, veteran martial artists tend to be skilled enough to take on kunoichi in taijutsu.

{Play: "From the New World, 4th Movement" from "Asura's Wrath"}

[Sunagakure Martial Arts Tournament]

Naruto stretched out his legs before shaking them out. Once he felt he was limber enough to fight, he turned to face Dudley. "Are you ready to face me, dear boy?" asked Dudley, cracking his neck.

"Just making sure I'm good and ready to fight you." responded Naruto, popping his neck back into place as he looked up at Dudley, "It won't do if I lose to you because of a cramp. But are you ready to fight?"

Dudley simply smirked. "I like your spirit, dear boy. Perhaps we can settle for a spot of tea afterwards?"

"Maybe."

The referee stood in between Dudley and Naruto with his hand raised. "Fighters, ready!"

Dudley raised his hands, while Naruto slipped into a fighting stance. Tensions raised as the two of them waited to begin the fight. "ENGAGE!"

"Now then, let's fight like gentlemen!"

The fight commenced as Dudley threw a fast jab at Naruto, causing Naruto to bob and weave under the punch before answering with his own right hook to the boxer's side, followed by a left roundhouse. "Let's get it on!"

Dudley countered and successfully landed an uppercut below Naruto's chin. "You're finished!"

As soon as he landed from the attack, Naruto recovered and began to attack at Dudley's abs with a heavy straight punch, only to be blocked. Naruto was then forced to duck from another punch, but found another opportunity to go after Dudley's abs. "Not quite!"

What followed was a rapid series of punches and blocks that came at rapid speed. The rate at which the attacks came gradually increased as the seconds ticked off. It eventually came to the point where the space between them had become a blur of orange and blue to the naked eye. The only people of the audience who could see their arms anymore were the high-ranking shinobi in the stands. They could see that their punches were both fast and hard.

"It's over boy!" shouted Dudley, managing to land a right jab into Naruto's face.

Naruto recovered, and used the momentum to counter. "SHORYUKEN!"

There was a moment in the fight where both Naruto and Dudley managed to break off from their grapple. Once both fighters were separated from each other, they took a moment to catch their breaths. Each covered in bruises all over their bodies.

"Good show, boy," said Dudley, rotating his shoulders, "I've never been hit this hard since the start of my boxing career."

"I'm glad they made me take my weights off now." agreed Naruto, snapping his neck into place, "If I didn't, then you'd have pulped me in a few punches at the start of the round."

Dudley let out a small chuckle of amusement. "As much as I enjoy this tussle between the two of us, I'd like to finish this match in a timely fashion."

"That sounds fun." smirked Naruto, slipping back into his fighting stance, "Just so you know, I'll be bringing my A-game too."

Once the two fighters stood at the ready, they resumed their battle. Dudley had a lot of strength behind his punches, and was thinking quickly in order to trap his opponent with fake-outs. Whenever he would throw a light punch, he tried to lead Naruto into an even heavier punch that followed. All in all, Dudley was taking advantage of the strength he had over Naruto, by fighting smart.

Naruto on the other hand was far more flexible, dodging as best he could to avoid taking unnecessary hits. He always waited for opportunities to catch his opponent off-guard, trying to kick Dudley in the face, while also avoiding the veteran fighter's punches. However, not a single movement was wasted; he always took advantage of every opening he could find.

"Keep it classy!" mocked Dudley, managing to duck under a right hook by Naruto. He then began a series of four punches to the abs, followed by four punches to the face. The final attack came in the form of an uppercut. "ROLLING THUNDER!"

Naruto landed face-first on the ground. As he got back up, he spit at the ground away from Dudley. "Damn, that was a punch." he said, breathing heavily, "And in all honesty, I'm at the end of my ropes thanks to that last combo. But I still have one last trick to play."

Dudley charged in, fully intent upon finishing Naruto off. Sadly, his victory was stolen from him when Naruto managed to land a quick right uppercut on his face at the very last moment. What followed was a series of kicks that continued to hold Dudley in place, the combo ending with an extremely fierce left aerial uppercut. Once the fist made contact with Dudley's chin, the force of the punch was such that Naruto was spinning like a drill, sending both him and Dudley into the air, seemingly engulfing the both of them in fire. "SHINRYŪKEN!"

Naruto managed to use what energy he had left to land on his feet, watching as Dudley fell to the floor. There was no need to count; the medic had come to check on the boxer's pulse. A thumbs-up was all it was needed to confirm that Dudley was still alive, but the result was simple: Dudley was TKO.

There were few cheers to Naruto's victory; many were simply too stumped at what they just witnessed. The idea that a veteran such as Dudley would even be defeated had not even registered in their minds - much less by a child! Nevertheless, Uzumaki Naruto raised his arms in victory. He needed to train harder if he was to stand a chance against the next fighter.

[Elsewhere]

The sound of monastic chanting could be heard in the distance as figures in green robes and cowls walked about. The full-faced cloth masks were marked with a black 'X' on their faces were the only identifying mark. They were busy, managing a variety of tasks; some of which involved files, others with stockpiling weapons and jutsu scrolls.

When one was on the ground with the people whose identities were obscured, one could hear chatter among them.

"How is our chapter in Tetsu no Kuni?"

"These weapons need to be better-inspected!"

"Do we have enough money to bribe those Shadaloo contacts?"

"Where are we at on the movements of those heathens at Akatsuki?"

All this was going on outside a set of wooden doors. A tall man sat in a finely-made leather chair, watching the fights go on in Sunagakure with interested emerald eyes. His curly blond hair flowed around his shoulders, dropping to his waistline. He wore a red cloak and teal robes over rippling muscles. But the most distinguishing features about this man were the amber jewel embedded in his forehead, and the fact that his skin was split down the middle in two colors: the right side of his body was covered in red, and the left side in blue.

He watched as Uzumaki dealt the finishing blow to Dudley, and raised his arms in victory. "Interesting." said the man to himself. His baritone had a flange to it, giving it a very saintly quality. "The boy has potential. Perhaps he could be a disciple; or a possible successor."

"He may have won so far, but how long will that last?" asked a stunning woman in a suit, with her blonde hair done up in an asymmetric style. It was very clear from her posture, the clipboard in her hands, and her outfit that she was a secretary. "Is he even worth pursuing?"

"We shall see." said the man, regarding the woman out of the corner of his eye, "If he makes good on his promise to defeat the Kazekage, then spare no expense at capturing him."

"At one milord." acknowledged the secretary, bowing before the man respectfully. She turned to leave the room, filling the air with the light 'clack-clack-clack' of her high-heels. The master's desire to capture this boy would require planning, should Uzumaki manage to win against a Kage.

A/N: You can thank a hentai series known as "Angel Blade" for how the futanari kunoichi work. Pretty good artwork for a hentai series actually, and for a "Cutey Honey" parody no less.

Vocabulary

Seiza─you sit on your knees and your calves.

Cameos/References

Street Fighter:

Seth and SIN

Gill and the Illuminati

Pummel Duel: Asura vs. Augus in "Asura's Wrath"