19 Assasination and Assaul (1/2)

Trailing behind her, Fuzen noticed she was quite tall for women around here, at least a couple of inches taller compared to Tsunade. While she didn't have the massive breasts like Tsunade, Akata did have a fantastic ass. It was tight and perky, it fit her athletic frame, yet it still remained enough plumpness to allow an excellent bounce if given a light slap. The way her hips and long blond hair moved in sync from side to side, was almost hypnotic to him.

”I can feel you looking,” Akata reprimanded.

The Hokage had briefed her on Fuzen's character, but she didn't think it'd be this severe.

”Isn't it common sense to look out for what's in front of you? Like, how else are you supposed to avoid collisions and such?”

”Shameless!” She threw another quick kunai, this time aiming for his private parts.

Catching it the same way as last previous, he put in his pouch, expanding his collection. ”There's no reason to get personal.” He complained, not appreciating the attempt on his manhood.

He was all for strongwilled women, yet Akata's domineering attitude made him want to spank that tight ass and hear her whimper as he fucked her from behind.

Stopping in front of another door, Akata knocked and made the two of them wait outside. Hearing steps approach, the door was opened by an old man with greying hair wearing an owl-mask.

”How've you been dearest? I assumed you'd forgotten about me, decrepit as I am.” He made fun of his increasing age and physically declining state.

”How could I ever possibly forget you Tairo? I've just been too busy lately.” Akata explained herself. ”However, this time I've brought a guest,” and pulled Fuzen forward, showcasing the newest addition to her team.

”Oh, he's a young one, isn't he...” The old Anbu shook his head in amazement. ”Well, come in, I can guess what you're here for. You young man, go take a seat over there!” He pointed to a tattoo chair that judging by wear and tear was at least the same age as himself, if not older.

The chair issued a loud creak of dissatisfaction when Fuzen jumped onto it. Looking around the room, he found a surprising number of scrolls and books lining the shelves. ”So you're like the resident tattoo artist and mascot around here?”

The numerous symbols and patterns tattooed down the length of his arms were difficult to avoid noticing.

Preparing a tray with Tebori equipment, the elderly Anbu sat on a round swivel chair and rolled over to Fuzen's side.

”Those, among other things. I dabble in a bit of it all. Mostly fuinjutsu and medical ninjutsu nowadays.” Under an intense exam light, Tairo disinfected Fuzen's shoulder and outlined the Anbu's signature spiral tattoo.

Joining them, Akata pulled over a chair and straddled it in time to watch Tairo get started.

”I remember the time I got mine.” She looked down at her own. ”It hurts a bit, however, the tattoo will adjust as you grow older.”

She was right, it did hurt. Not overwhelmingly so, but enough to make it uncomfortable.

”What are you doing? I can feel you... messing with something inside me.”

”I'm connecting the tattoo to your chakra pathway system. That way it can't be faked, and as your squad leader explained, it'll allow the tattoo to grow as you do.”

Fuzen watched the methodic movements of Tairo. ”That's quite smart, who thought of this?”

”Thank you, I developed this technique. When the other villages started sending shinobi carrying our signature mark we had to find some way to differentiate the real ones from the fakes.”