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Amon stood in the shadows, the village of Konoha sprawled out before him as he carefully considered his next move. Tsunade. She was the one. There was no doubt about it now.
His initial plan had been to approach several women, to gather Yin energy as quickly as possible, but as his thoughts circled back to Tsunade, his decision was final. She was powerful, intelligent, and a force to be reckoned with, but that only made her more intriguing. And perhaps, more vulnerable than she seemed.
She carried the weight of her past with her—the death of her beloved husband, Dan. The pain, the guilt, the loss. Amon could feel it, an undercurrent of sorrow that seemed to follow her everywhere. It was something he could use, something he could exploit. People with unresolved grief were always easier to influence. His mind lingered on the thought. Tsunade's heart had been broken once, and though she carried herself with a tough exterior, that vulnerability was there, hidden just beneath the surface.
It would take time, but Amon was willing to wait.
Using his new powers, he teleported from his position outside the village, his feet touching the ground outside a dimly lit building in the heart of Konoha. The scent of tobacco smoke and the loud clatter of dice filled the air. The gambling house. Amon's eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd. He'd heard rumors that Tsunade could often be found here, spending her nights losing herself in the games of chance. Tonight, it seemed, was no different.
Amon blended into the shadows, his presence barely noticeable, his mind focused on his target. Tsunade was there, seated at a table near the back, a glass of sake in her hand. She looked slightly drunk, her face flushed but still exuding a quiet grace. Her golden hair shimmered under the dim lights as she threw a set of dice, her eyes narrowed in concentration.
Amon watched her for a few moments, studying her movements. She was losing, he could tell, but it didn't seem to bother her. Her expression was as calm as ever, as though she were used to this kind of fate. But there was something else, a certain recklessness in the way she held herself tonight—something Amon could exploit if he played his cards right.
He studied her for a few more minutes, calculating his next move. He knew he couldn't approach her directly—not now, not when she was in this state. She wouldn't be as malleable if she sensed him too soon.
Finally, Tsunade stood up, swaying slightly as she tucked the last of her winnings—or perhaps losses—into her pocket. Her expression softened just a little, a look of exhaustion in her eyes. She seemed ready to leave.
Amon's pulse quickened. This was his moment.
He stepped back further into the shadows, making sure to remain out of sight. Tsunade stumbled a little as she left the gambling hall, her steps slow but steady. Shizune, her ever-faithful assistant, was waiting for her outside. The two exchanged a few words, their voices low, and Amon could hear their conversation clearly.
"Let's go to the bathhouse," Shizune said with a faint chuckle. "You look like you could use a relaxing soak."
Tsunade let out a weary laugh, but it was tinged with something else—something that Amon couldn't quite place. "You're right," she said. "I need to forget about everything for a while. Let's go."
Amon's eyes gleamed as he overheard them. The bathhouse. It was the perfect opportunity—just what he needed to get closer to Tsunade. He had to act quickly, before they realized anything was wrong.
With his presence almost nonexistent because of Low Presence, Amon still followed the two women from a safe distance, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows. He could hear their laughter and quiet conversation as they walked down the path toward the bathhouse, the sound of their footsteps blending with the evening breeze.
They reached the bathhouse in no time, and Amon lingered outside, waiting patiently. He could sense the energy radiating from Tsunade, a powerful force that he could only begin to imagine. But tonight, it wasn't just her power he was after. He needed her trust, her vulnerability.
Tsunade and Shizune entered the building, and Amon moved closer, careful not to draw attention to himself. He saw them walk toward the women's section, the door swinging open as they entered. Amon's heart raced. This was it.
He had to make his move soon. The bathhouse was an opportunity he couldn't afford to waste.
Amon prepared himself, changed into a towel and put on a drunk face. He groggily walked into the womens section of the bathhouse, doing his best to look as drunk as possible.
When he got inside he was quickly noticed by the people inside the bathhouse which, luckily, were only Shizune and Tsunade.
"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!" Shizune with a red blush angrily questioned while covering both her titties.
Tsunade although she looked a little angry, only stared at him with a questioning look. She did not even try to cover up.
Amon who stopped walking saw a heavenly sight and froze. Tsunade's giant jugs which peeked just slightly above the water level. The the shape and the pinkish color of her nipples, everything looks perfect.
Tsunade of saw him staring finally got angry "You bastard! Get out!" She shouted.
"No no I'm very sorry, but the owner said that the men's section is compromised~~, he said something about the water but I didn't understand him completely~." Amon spoke his lies with a drunk tone.
After a few sentences of lies and a few uses of his Persuasion Skill, Amon finished his explanation,"...and that's why I'm here~"
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Author: Next chapter is hehe... wink wink