In the last chapter of 'Naruto and Tsunade: The Promised Titties'! Konohamaru was mentioned!

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Part II

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"You…! You can do it, Konohamaru-kun!" Moegi spurred their leader on, her naturally flushed cheeks an even deeper shade as she watched.

"Keep focused," said Undon in his nasally, flat tone. He kept his fists up, and all he was missing were some pompoms to be an even cuter cheerleader than Moegi! "You can do it this time!"

"I'm… I'm trying!"

Tsunade was not impressed…

It was in less than a minute that she was leaving the spot her blackmailer had picked out – an empty room amongst the dregs of Konoha – and headed quietly back to her office. Behind her, Konohamaru was left naked on the ground, gasping and panting under a sheet of sweat and shame.

"M-maybe next time, Konohamaru," Udon sniffled, staring down at his leader with Moegi.

Konohamaru grit his teeth and shook his head. "I'll…! Huff-huff! I'll never catch up to Nii-chan at this rate!"

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"It's been over two years, Tsunade." Jiraiya and his understudy stood in front of the Hokage like soldiers up for review, though each had a rather cheekiness about them. "You may not know it," Jiraiya's smile grew in both size and arrogance, "but this brat has come a long way. I don't think you'll have to worry about him."

"Really?" Tsunade, for the first time since his arrival, looked at Naruto. The little blond boy that had shirked away at their last glance years ago now stood firm; he didn't so much as flinch when her honey-brown eyes took him in. In fact, it seemed like he was puffing out his chest, letting her drink in the fullness of his maturity.

Maturity… Tsunade withheld a chuckle and snide remark. 'Mature' was not a word that suited this brat, no matter how much Jiraiya trained him. Or perhaps because Jiraiya trained him…

She didn't let that knowing flicker happen in her eye. She masked it with indifference, setting her cheek against her lifted hand and giving the boy one more look over. He'd definitely grown, that much was true. "Were you trained well, Naruto?" Would he pick up on the drag of her voice, the slight heat?

In response, Naruto cheerily pointed to himself and bragged, "Yep! I learned a lot!" He had matched Tsunade's indifference. It almost seemed like he'd forgotten! It surprised the Hokage until the edge of Naruto's grin tightened. "You'll be surprised."

The buxom woman blinked at this. The tone kept jovial, but she could've sworn there was a hint of… a threat? A promise? She righted the falter of her mildly-impressed expression and willed her heart to steady. No brat, no undertrained nuisance would make her swoon.

"I'm sure we'll all be very impressed, Naruto-kun," gushed Shizune from Tsunade's left. She tightened her arms around irrelevant Ton-Ton; the hog grunted and pondered its existence. Leaning to her master, Shizune led her to compliment the returned youth. "Don't you think he already seems stronger, Tsunade-sama?"

Tsunade was curious; that much was true. But there was a hardiness to Naruto that just begged the question: what had he learned? Years alone with a lecherous writer/hermit would change a boy, but the fact that he wasn't bouncing around the room, slobbering over her cleavage like a young Jiraiya would have did mean that Naruto retrained something commendable.

A smirk was accompanied with a snide chuckle. "I'd like to see just what you're capable of," the Hokage mused, putting on her sweet-smile face. "Perhaps, when I am able to round up your former team…"

"I'll show you what I can do," Naruto loudly boasted with a chest pump. His eyes sharpened, and in a flash, he was bolting out the window, doing a show-offy cartwheel into the outside world. "You'll love it, Baa-chan!"

The silence left in his absence was overpowering; Shizune watched the window like the youth would come swinging back in like a boomerang, but Jiraiya knew better than to waste his time. Scratching at his white main, he jibed, "Sheesh! I thought he learned to wait until we finished before running off."

Shizune's smile reaffirmed that Naruto's steadfast demeanor was a strength.

"Ero-sennin!"

All three in the room almost leapt when Naruto's head shoved in, his voice thundering in the silent repose. Jiraiya, composing himself, snapped at him. "We went over yelling! Jeez! Didn't you lean a thing?!"

Naruto just chuckled. "We're back in Konoha!" He held out his hand, expecting to remember the promise made between them. "He belongs to me again!"

"Hmph! A ninja stays as far from the vices as he can," grumbled the old hermit, nevertheless fishing into his back pocket. He leered, and added, "But the Great Jiraiya is always true to his word! Here you go!"

A green pass was made. Looking to what it was, Tsunade and Shizune saw a deflated, almost defeated-looking frog in Naruto's open hand. Naruto gazed at his starved Gama-chanindignantly, passing that gaze along to his perverted teacher. Jiraiya, of course, threw the look back at him, asking what such a face was for. "Gama-chan was full when I gave him to you!" Naruto exploded, eyes circles of angry white.

Jiraiya scoffed and rolled his eyes, muttering about how as fat as the purse was, it hardly lasted a week in his care. And thus began the normal scolding and badgering of hypocrisy of the Sannin yielding to the vices of a shinobi. It ended with Naruto dropping Gama-chan to the floor, turning tail, and vanishing amongst the rooftops. His departure, sudden as it was, shocked even Jiraiya. Normally, the brat could whine and complain for a full hour or until a promise to train was made to satisfy him. "Maybe he is maturing" was Jiraiya's ultimate conclusion, folding his arms and nodding in support of his training.

Tsunade disregarded the foolish antics of her clownish comrade. With Naruto gone from earshot, she could now ask honestly Jiraiya's opinion of Naruto's growth, and Jiraiya stood by his first statement. "He may have not shown it in class," he elaborated, "but the kid's got a real desire to learn. He's just the type to learn on the field and under pressure. I guess all the greatest ninja are like that!" He laughed, puffing out his chest. "Like teacher, like student!"

Tsunade sighed. His boisterous arrogance was both his charm and his curse; so early in the day and without any alcohol, it was the latter. "I'd like to test out and see the fruits of the training," she told him straight out. "Find Kakashi and bring him here. Sakura, as well."

At once, most enthusiastically, Shizune ran off to accomplish this mission; Ton-Ton's pig ass jostled violently in her hugging arms. Jiraiya, however, lingered, his bravado piqued in their solitude. He leaned one arm on Tsunade's desk and gave her his best gentleman's smirk. "It was a success, Tsunade. Trust me. So why not let me take you for a drink in the meantime to discuss it?"

"Because Hokage has responsibilities."

Jiraiya laughed off her answer and jeered, "Ah~, Tsunade! Rejection can only strengthen a man, and soon I will be the strongest man in the world."

Tsunade scoffed, but didn't try to hide her smile. With quick partings, the hermit went to greet the village he had been away from for so long, and that meant a lengthy period of inspiration at the women's hot springs. Even knowing this, Tsunade did not try to stop or warn him from doing so. Almost three years training that brat? She gave an ironic chuckle and reached for her steaming cup of tea. Time to kick off her high heels, recline, and relax while doing paperwork.

She took one such sheet of paper and looked it over, holding it up as she leaned back and brought up her beverage. Not a care in the world, though she was looking forward to seeing Naruto's progression. Her red lips stopped short of the mug's rim as she thought of Naruto.

His eyes… the way he looked and spoke to her. It gave her shivers, though not the kind she felt when random men ogled her. It was closer to when Dan would kiss her, but more primal; an urge rather than a desire.

"Hmph…" Tsunade looked down at the green drink, reminiscing absently of the time she took him in this very office. Perhaps a bit predatorily of her, but it was fun – the bits the alcohol had not muddled. Even losing, he did so proudly, keeping up his appearance and vowing not to back down. Like her little brother, yet stronger somehow… Her thumb gently traced the mug. "That brat."

"Who is?"

Tsunade jolted upright, so much so that she nearly toppled her tea were it not for the quick actions of the boy steadying her hand. It was a graceful, fluid catch; she'd almost thought that the rogue Uchiha had returned, but for the orange and yellow of the blur.

Naruto… Being caught unawares by him was no surprise, as he had a knack for it. Gracefulness and chivalry, he was less known for, but it certainly showed in his smile as he looked up from the rescued cup. "You should be more careful, Baa-chan," he jibed, taking the tea away from her to set safely on the desk, nudging it away from where her feet remained crossed.

"Naruto," she growled out softly, showing no sign of gratitude for his rescue. It was he who caused the risk in the first place. "What are you…?"

"I just wanted to check on you," came a voice behind her followed by a firm set of hands on her shoulders; an audacious move, one more likely to come from sneaky Jiraiya. A shadow clone, Tsunade realized while watching the first Naruto turn about and smile directly at her. The original was behind her, gripping the area next to her neck. "You looked stressed earlier because of Ero-Sennin." She heard him snicker while he began to squeeze the tension in her muscles.

She turned, a slight motion instead of whipping around as she normally would; the windup before the pitch. But just because she hadn't immediately rebuked him didn't mean that her fury wasn't starting to show. The curl of her smile was not happy, and already a telltale vein had crested at her temple. "I'll ask again: what do you think you're doing?"

Naruto wasn't afraid to continue smiling at her, a genuine albeit mischievous smile as his eyes squinted into happy lines. "I thought you'd like a massage before I show you my new abilities."

Tsunade was just about to return with a sharp quip. How dare he believe that he was necessary for her to relax? Well, not that his hands weren't doing a fine job of ridding some of that unneeded tension from her shoulders… She started to face forward, but seemed to have second thoughts midway. She leered at him suspiciously. He'd never been particularly brave about being physical with her before – unless it was a bout of Hokage honor. And that tone from earlier, the one that rattled in her mind and made a fluttering knot of her stomach; she'd been around men enough to know lecherous tricks. How many times had shoulder massages turned into an 'accidental' slip that began with her breasts in a man's hand and ended with that same hand pulverized? Considering their last rendezvous, she had to wonder if Naruto deserved the same punishment.

"Ah!"

Twice, Naruto had surprised her now when his doppelganger took one of her naked feet in his hands and began to knead the delicate arch of her sole. She almost kicked him away out of instinct, but the urge was suppressed and the clone held on fast. "Don't get so worked up, Baa-chan," the clone told her, working well on her foot.

Tsunade grimaced, her lips curling back slightly. It wasn't long before a dash of pink began to brighten her pale cheeks. "What are you up to?" she inquired, wanting the brat to admit what he wanted.

But again, Naruto just shared a snicker with his clone, and then said, "Just to relax you."

She could just about feel his eyes on her chest. Of course he'd ogle; a starved boy with an infamous pervert for years. No doubt he'd noticed that Sakura had blossomed, but like her namesake, she bore soft peach, not the hardy fruits that the Fifth Hokage boasted.

"Mmm…" Tsunade squirmed a little, pulling at her foot as the clone's thumbs pressed deep. She could see him when he looked up and grinned at her, but she kept looking off to the side. The jolts shot up her leg and pooled between them, readying herself for Naruto's inevitable advance. She'd resist him, she decided, not wanting to give the boy any impression that he held sway over her.

"Feels good, Baa-chan?" he asked behind her, and she answered with a subtle nod. "Heh… I knew it," he boastedproudly. A small smile stole Tsunade's mouth. Same little brat…

With her affirmation given, Naruto's strokes became bolder, and it didn't take Tsunade long to notice he was pulling at her shirt as much as at her tension. A more-than-obvious plot; she didn't stop him, but she did glance down in time to see how his ruffling methodically worked her top over one breast to expose a pink nipple that had not yet been convinced to pucker.

A deliverance to his clone, or was he planning to swoop in underneath her arm and lavish the nub with kisses and licks? She held her breath expectantly, waiting for his next move. The pooling had already victimized her panties, leaving them damp and clingy. She'd be better rid of them now…

She waited, and Naruto made a move she did not expect: he dispelled his clone, dropping her foot softly over the other, and detached his hands from her shoulders. She sat up and turned after a moment of being stupefied. She saw the boy who had snuck up on her retreating to the opened window, and then asked – if not demanded – his intentions.

"Kakashi-sensei and Sakura-chan said we'd train right now," he told her. "You said you wanted to see too, right?" With a fox-faced grin, he leapt out into the village.

Tsunade, having had her expectations risen, heaved a sigh that made her breasts bounce. Looking down at her chest, she saw her neglected nipple had peaked during her anticipation. "Damned brat," she swore at the empty office, fixing her shirt back over her nipple and considering switching out her underwear.

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Tsunade mulled over Naruto and Sakura's victory. Her apprentice shined well, displaying a great aptitude with her newly acquired strengths. She was not the bystander anymore, pitching herself to the frontline – though Tsunade's imposed medical-nin rules forbade such reckless endangerment – and going toe-to-toe with Kakashi. Needless to say, though, Naruto stood out all his own. It was not just his technique, but the cleverness of his mobility and employing kiddy tricks to his advantage, which ultimately bested Kakashi.

She swirled the bottle of saké, and then looked across the table to her dinner guest as he scarfed down some roasted squid. Her eyes narrowed on him. "What sort of training did you do with him?" she asked suddenly, finally pouring her first saucer of alcohol.

Jiraiya looked up from his plate. "Just the basics," he said around a filled cheek. He swallowed heavily, sighed, and then reached for his own saucer. Holding it to his mouth, breathing in the hot fumes, he chuckled in fond remembrance. "He had a lot of catching up to do. I can't believe he made it out of the academy at that level." He threw back his drink swiftly.

Tsunade seemed unconvinced. The manner of his graduation notwithstanding, she was convinced that a pervert like Jiraiya might think his student must be well-versed in all manner of arts. Her drink had been poured, but it just sat untouched while Jiraiya took a third helping. "What else did you teach him? Anything other than ninjutsu?"

Jiraiya looked up, clearly thinking hard on the last two years. Really, not much could be said about their progress. Naruto had gone from below-genin knowledge to having a fine, well-rounded grasp on all subjects. He was taught hand-to-hand mostly, learning how to best utilize shadow clones. And of course, there was the risky Giant Rasengan, but that was a maneuver that still needed some perfecting to use in serious battle.

"He wasn't the quickest learner," Jiraiya finally admitted with a clueless shrug. He snickered, very much like his newest apprentice. "Any specialness he shows, it's his own natural talent!" He drank again.

Tsunade hummed in thought, tapping her drink. Inevitably, the whole bottle went to waste.

After the dinner, Jiraiya offered to walk Tsunade home, though he was staggering much more than she was – her being sober and him, not. "Getting to take you out to dinner," he half-slurred with a cheeky grin, "I'd like to press my luck a little longer."

"Hmph! Your luck's worse than mine," she teased, but nonetheless walked with him, stabilizing him whenever he took a tipsy step. Not before too long, they went their separate ways at the Hokage tower. "A comfortable bed without a woman sharing it is no comfort at all," he teased, heading off to find refuge in the wilds.

Inside the manor was the usual hustle of diligent shinobi – namely Kotetsu and Izumo doing maintenance here and there – but it was peaceful enough to sleep in. She walked the dimly lit halls, hearing only sounds from below on her way to her room.

And then she came to her office. The door when she had left had been ajar. It being closed meant that Shizune had finished her rounds, set the office in order, and prepped the desk for tomorrow morning's load.

A pity if that neatly-stacked pile was overturned when the desk needed sudden clearing…

Tsunade didn't know what she expected to see when she opened the door. She'd just hoped it was more than nothing. No orange jumpsuit, no blond head, no impressionable youth dropping his trousers heedlessly in a bid for her respect…

She sighed softly, looking at how pretty Shizune had left that loathsome stack of tediousness. The windows were closed and locked, and all lights were off, sight relying on the help of waning moonlight. Again, she exhaled, and then shut the door in resignation.

No nightly visitor intent on proving himself once more… As a proud woman and the Fifth Hokage, she should be glad for that. She deserved more respect than that!

Her bout of emotion and opinion made her swing the door to her room sharply and shut it with a resonating thud, not expecting a lump on her bed – that shouldn't have been there in the first place – to leap with a sudden yelp. The spiky head appeared as the blanket fell down over his youthful face. "What was that?!" he barked rudely at her.

Tsunade was wrong; the nightly visitor had shown… just not the one she was expecting. It seemed the current letdowns hadn't ended yet as Konohamaru shuffled to the foot of her bed – previously his grandfather's, or at least in his grandfather's spot. On his face was that expectant grin, the smile of one with leverage over her seeking another night's collection. He chuckled stupidly with that grin. "Ready, Obaa-chan?"

"Tonight?" she groaned softly, letting her exasperation speak for her. She folded her arms into the sleeves of her green robe. "Today was busy…"

"Hey! I need help!" he reminded her, his eyes pleading in a way that was pitiful, but also determined.

The fight would last longer than the favor. Shrugging off her haori and tossing it lazily over the wooden chair near the door, she told him, "Just be quick."

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