Chapter 25 - Jiraiya's Manuscript II

There she was!

Ryouko looked away quickly, hoping she hadn’t noticed him looking. What a mess it would be if he was caught!

She’s absolutely out of my league! The Hokage’s apprentice! How did my eyes wander to her? It’s unforgivable! It’s almost the worst slander a warrior can commit; falling in love with one’s superior! It’s not unheard of, but…

Ryouko was the newly-appointed captain of a rare shinobi division- the Sword Corps. A group of elite shinobi had mastered the sword (various types) as well, and were put in a special squad for the Hokage and her immediate advisor’s protection. Among them:

Captain Ryouko Asakatsu- Brigade chief, captain of defense unit A1
Katsuyori Akamadori- Second in command, leader of defense unit A2
Chin Park- Chinese sword master, second in command A1
Okayu Akamadori- Roving patrolman; older brother of Katsuyori Akamadori

The Sword Corps were admired, but only as a novelty. Most shinobi believed they could best their sword-wielding brethren easily. It was untrue, as each one had shinobi skills of at least jonin level, but the old tension between shinobi and samurai was still alive and well. The ninja even made fun of the Sword Corp’s lengthy weapons and traditional hakamas and kekkouges. Never to their face, of course- no one wanted war, after all.

“Alright, back at it,” Ryouko muttered. “Split off, A1 and A2. Chin, you take charge. I’m going to confirm orders from the Hokage and her advisors.”

“Understood!” Chin replied crisply.

With that, Ryouko made his way to Sakura. He narrowed his eyes a little- Sakura was leaning causally against a building, flipping a kunai to reverse grip and back, her mind clearly elsewhere.

Whoa…she’s even cute when her head’s in the clouds! AH! No no no, stop it! Idiot! You can’t have her, so get over yourself!

On one knee at her feet, head down and one hand on the ground, Ryouko gave his greeting:
“Pardon my interruption, Ojousama, but I thought I might confirm my orders…”

Sakura gave him a little smile, followed by a tap on the head.
“You don’t have to call me that! I’m Sa-Ku-Ra! Sakura! Not ‘Ojousama!’ Don’t make me chastise you, Sword Corps Captain and Brigade Chief…”

Ryouko enjoyed this little exchange, which happened daily. It was really his only contact with Sakura on any kind of personal level, so he stretched it out as long as he could.

“Begging your pardon…Sakura. So, my orders…”

“Your orders have changed, Ryouko! You’re to accompany me to the woods for some private training. We won’t be disturbed, and I don’t expect you to hold back.”
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I stood in the woods, horribly confused about what had just happened. I had to fight her as a swordsman. But I didn’t want to hurt her. And if I let her hit me, my body would be destroyed. So what was the point of all this…

I didn’t even notice her, so preoccupied I was with my own thoughts. She landed behind me after free-falling from a tree, trapped my hands, and put a knife to my neck.

“I expected a better fight than that, swordsman! But render unto a kunoichi what is hers, after all!” she whispered in my ear. Her knife bit into my neck just a little bit, causing a trickle of blood to fall. With that, she dragged me away using her superior strength.
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I was disturbed to find I was helpless, as Sakura tied me up with chakra-reinforced rope. I had no idea of what role I was supposed to play now. But I HAD noticed something was clearly different about Sakura.

“It’s sweet how you’re staring into my eyes, begging me for mercy, swordsman. I wish I could oblige…not!”

Sakura was in front of me, smiling nastily. She moved in to my neck, and began to lick at the wound she had given me.

“It must shame you to be caught so quickly! But…well, haven’t you always thought about it?”

I was baffled. “Thought about what?”

Her grin grew, and her eyes widened. “About how hot it would be…a samurai and a kunoichi…mortal enemies, yet the samurai finds himself attracted to the kunoichi. The kunoichi, whose only aim was to seduce and kill, finds herself strangely attracted to her prey. Out of it rises a forbidden love…”
She leaned in closer, our noses now touching.
“You’ve thought of it, haven’t you? Don’t lie, you naughty boy!”

I HAD, of course. It was only natural, wasn’t it? Kunoichi were sexy, sassy, deadly, and most certainly verboten to samurai. You always want what you can’t have, naturally. And as for it being hot…absolutely. And, strange enough, this was how I always imagined it.

“…I have thought about it. But, Sakura, tell me now- is this an act?”

She chuckled a little bit. “How naïve you are, for such a seasoned warrior! I can’t believe I literally have to seduce you! But, I suppose it can’t be helped. And I’ve always wanted to know what it was like anyway…well, you have time to watch, since you aren’t going anywhere.”

I tugged at my ropes- she was right! I wasn’t going anywhere.

And I care why?!

“Now…first your little skirt (read: Hakama) has to go. Wait, no, it’s MY skirt that goes first, since I’M seducing YOU…haha, well, I’m new at this. But from certain signs, I can certainly tell you’re into this. (giggle) It seems the clean-shaven, innocent-minded warrior that you are has a dirty side. Well, we’ll make sure that both our dirty sides are satisfied, won’t we…”
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Jiraiya was clearly proud of his work. “So whaddaya think of THIS one?”

“What the hell?! Where did you get the idea for this, anyway?!” Ryouko demanded, looking at the manuscript in his hand.

“5000 ryo and it’s yours,” Jiraiya said, ignoring the question.

“Deal!” Ryouko said, almost too quickly. “But keep this quiet! If Sakura finds out…”

“She won’t. Just make sure to come back again for more ‘study material’…heheh.”

“Oh, shut up. You’re writing the smut. I’m a healthy twenty-one year old with no prospects.”

“Whatever you say. Come again now, y’hear? Oh, wait, one more thing…”

“Yes, Master Jiraiya?”

“Did you ever think about how hot it would be? A kunoichi and a samurai?”

“…no…”

“Liar.”

“Yep.”

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