Two years isn't an eternity, but it is enough time for the world to change.
For Saiki, it was just the blink of an eye.
For Tsunade and Kushina, those two years had been agonizingly slow.
Saiki, the little bastard, had first killed Danzo and slaughtered almost the entire Root organization, stripping Konoha of its top-tier shadow assets and elite shinobi.
Then he had sent Hiruzen Sarutobi, Koharu Utatane, and Homura Mitokado to join Danzo in the afterlife.
The elites of the Sarutobi clan had also been decimated by his hand.
Then the Uchiha radicals had come looking for trouble and died in droves.
It was safe to say that more than half of Konoha's high-end combat power had been purged by Saiki.
Then, on the front lines, Orochimaru had chosen the wrong path and died by his blade as well.
The old Konoha could boast five or six Kage-level fighters—even if Danzo lowered the average, the numbers were there.
Now, in the vast Hidden Leaf, the only true powerhouses left were Tsunade, Jiraiya, Minato Namikaze, and the recently risen Fugaku Uchiha.
Yes, that "Lurker," Fugaku Uchiha.
The Senju and Uchiha were ancient enemies, but Tsunade's vision and magnanimity were far beyond the likes of Hiruzen Sarutobi.
The Uchiha clan had finally been given real responsibility, and Fugaku, having successfully awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan, no longer bothered to hide his strength.
Despite all the chaos he caused, Saiki's contribution wasn't non-existent.
Under his bloody cleanup, Konoha no longer suffered from internal political rot.
The village was more united than ever before, and its collective strength was actually greater than in the original timeline.
With the Hyuga and Uchiha both putting in full effort, supported by the remnant Senju, the Ino-Shika-Cho trio, and the civilian ninja, the Leaf was a formidable force.
The Sarutobi, Shimura, and Mitokado clans were, in truth, second-tier compared to the Hyuga and Uchiha anyway.
The reason things were so dire in the original story?
It was entirely because Hiruzen and his cronies weren't acting like human beings—they wasted their energy monitoring the Uchiha, Hyuga, and the broken Senju rather than fighting the war.
They were more interested in internal power struggles than national survival.
In Saiki's view, Tobirama Senju, who designed that oppressive system, was a complete idiot.
He would rather see his own villagers die in war than risk an Uchiha becoming Hokage.
The Uchiha were Konoha's own people; Tobirama's behavior was that of a paranoid lunatic guarding against his own limbs more than the enemy.
The village was founded by both the Senju and Uchiha, not just one family. It was a failure of logic.
In the original timeline, the Senju were the first clan to essentially vanish from history, and Saiki didn't find it the least bit surprising.
For the past two years, Saiki had done nothing. But before his coma, he had settled the internal strife, killed Hanzo, and captured Han, the Five-Tails Jinchuriki.
The pressure on the Stone front had effectively evaporated because of him.
Tsunade's stress over the last two years was immense, but it was still far less than what Hiruzen faced in the original timeline. The fact that Konoha's children didn't have to be shipped to the front lines was proof enough of that.
However, Tsunade was still a woman with a softer heart than the Third Hokage.
Every time a casualty list reached her desk, it was a specialized form of torture for her soul.
Hiruzen and Danzo wouldn't have cared—as long as their interests were served, they'd let ninjas die without a second thought.
This was why Tsunade had changed.
She had seen enough death and departure. Combined with her own tragic past, she had decided to accept Saiki.
As long as they were alive, they should love. Titles and social standings were secondary.
So, as Saiki carried Tsunade upstairs, she didn't fight him or offer a cold refusal as she once might have.
Instead, she acted like a wife waiting for a husband returned from a long journey, surrendering to the anticipation of their physical union.
Not just Tsunade—Kushina, Nono'u, and even Tsume had changed.
The happiness felt so sudden that Saiki wondered if he was dreaming.
He carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed; Tsunade offered no resistance.
But when his hand reached for the sash of her robe, her hands came up to stop him.
"Wait!"
Hearing this, Saiki's soaring heart gave a nervous thud.
But then Tsunade whispered shyly, "I'll do it myself."
Saiki watched as Tsunade stood up and gracefully shed her outer haori.
She unfastened her belt, slipped off her top, and stepped out of her trousers.
Soon, she was left in only her conservative undergarments, which struggled to contain her voluptuous, overflowing body.
She was trying to act bold, but she was still deeply embarrassed. She hesitated at the final layer.
But when she saw the burning, expectant hunger in Saiki's eyes, she reached behind her back.
With a sharp click, the clasp unhooked.
The straps slid off her rounded shoulders, and the masterpiece of her silhouette was revealed to Saiki's gaze.
Staring at those exaggerated, heavy curves and the smooth, pale skin capped by two alluring, pink cherries, Saiki felt like he couldn't breathe.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but they seemed even larger than they were two years ago.
Seeing Saiki's dazed stare, Tsunade felt a surge of pride beneath her shame. She instinctively puffed out her chest.
As her massive white breasts swayed with the movement, Saiki's eyes followed them up and down with absolute devotion.
Tsunade was very satisfied with his reaction.
She took a deep breath to push down her last shred of modesty and tried to look natural as she slid her panties down her hips.
She turned her back to him, folding her undergarments and placing them on the nightstand—a gesture of normalcy that was undercut by her bright red face.
Once everything was organized, she sat back on the edge of the bed with a sigh of relief.
But seeing Saiki still standing there like a statue, staring at her blankly, she felt a mix of irritation and amusement. Hmph, I'm still as captivating as ever.
She gave Saiki a playful roll of her eyes and whispered, "What are you just standing there for?"
Her voice carried a suggestive, flirtatious tone.
That pale, voluptuous body... that look of lust mixed with shyness... that melodic voice... it finally snapped Saiki back to reality.
He was stunned by her transition, but more than that, he was ecstatic.
From their meeting at noon until now, he could feel she had fully accepted him.
If he hadn't been worried about appearing too desperate, Saiki would have ripped his own clothes off with chakra.
Instead, he stripped with lightning speed and folded his gear neatly.
The usually bold Tsunade found herself unable to look at him directly.
In two years, the boy had become a teenager—a young man.
He had grown taller and more defined.
Most notably, his "confidence" had also matured—it was veiny, terrifyingly thick, and stood at a rigid salute.
The moment it sprang free from the cloth, Tsunade hurriedly turned her head away, her heart hammering.
He had been a handful two years ago; she genuinely wondered if she could handle him now.