So anyway, Seijuro reported to Hiruzen how fucked Iwa was right now, and now that the Kage had the information, he knew just the right amount of lube to use in order to buttfuck Iwa the most effective way possible.

And Iwa wouldn't be able to do shit about it. It was like reading a doujin—you know, most of the well-drawn or well-animated ones are NTR, you know it's going to happen, ethical gooner or not.

So most of the time, you let it happen. At the end of the day, a nut is still a nut.

Anyway, with that info out of the way, let us talk about how Hiruzen shoved his powerpole up into Iwa's... hole. Yeah.

Let's get with that.

As the scene shifted once more, we could see Hiruzen speaking to Ōnoki.

"—All Iwagakure troops will withdraw from the borders of the Land of Fire and the northern provinces immediately," Hiruzen stated calmly. "Additionally, the reparations owed amount to 150 billion yen, due in staggered payments over ten years."

Ōnoki remained stiff, his jaw clenched. He looked like a man watching his daughter get plowed while there was nothing he could do about it.

Aizen fucked over his country's economy, and with the way the man moved, he didn't even know which nobles to trust. After a while, he found out some were under his illusion—i.e., he had a seal on their kid. A seal that no Iwa seal master could undo. Uzumaki-level shit.

And if they didn't comply with his demands? Well, goodbye to them kids.

As for the ones who didn't care about their kids? Well, there was a seal on them too. A vasectomy seal... so yeah.

Fuck them.

As if Hiruzen wanted to penetrate deeper, he went on:

"And lastly," Hiruzen continued, "Iwagakure must cede all diplomatic claim to the southern trade pass. Konoha will maintain enforcement rights."

Ōnoki's lip curled.

He had no bargaining chip.

No army. No morale. No friends. No bitches.

He signed.

He had no choice. He remembered Aizen's offer. Also yes, he knew full well he was being played, but what good was his pride if his people would be too broke to live?

He would rather take mutual destruction. Aizen would surely target Kumo and Kiri... Suna wasn't an issue. He just needed to direct Aizen's anger to Konoha.

As he arrived at his office, he looked at the paper signed by Danzō, revealing the password to the Uzumaki clan sealing array... this could prove useful.

POV Change

Ōnoki sat across from Aizen Sōsuke, who leaned leisurely in a finely carved stone chair, ankle over knee, one hand toying with a cup of untouched tea.

His face was calm.

But it was the calm of a lion watching a bleeding gazelle twitch.

"Came crawling back, I see," Aizen said with venomous elegance. "So... how does it feel?"

Ōnoki did not answer immediately.

Aizen continued, voice soaked in mock concern. "Was the taste of Konoha's boot better than mine? I do hope it was seasoned with a little dignity."

Ōnoki growled. "Don't pretend you care."

"Oh, we both know I don't. But seeing you like this does bring me some joy," the man said with a cocky smile.

"I suppose you found out about my agents with the nobles of the Earth Kingdom," he said with a coy smile. Though his face was hidden by his mask, the Kage could still see it—more like imagine it. Same thing.

"I have. They are quite annoying," the old man said in a cold voice, to which Aizen chuckled.

The Tsuchikage went on slowly. "Hard to believe four nations could all attack the Land of Whirlpools—get past those legendary seals—without someone handing them the key."

A pause.

A cold pause.

Aizen's smile vanished.

"...Stop with the games, old man. Just speak."

Ōnoki's eyes flicked to the corner of the room. A scroll was brought out by a masked Iwa operative.

He laid it before Aizen.

"Danzō," Ōnoki said plainly. "He gave us this. Claimed it would suppress the defensive array long enough to break the first barrier. In return, he asked for... your clan's scrolls."

Aizen said nothing.

He stared at the scroll for a long moment.

Then, ever so slowly, he laughed.

"...Of course it was him."

Then—BOOM.

A blast of killing intent surged from Aizen.

The very air twisted, pressure spiking like a meteor crashing through the roof.

Windows shattered. Stone cracked. A councilman vomited.

Ōnoki flinched, eyes wide—not from fear, but from instinct. Like his soul had just been shoved toward the grave.

This pressure... it felt so familiar. Ōnoki began to have flashbacks to when Madara came to the Stone and went on business.

Shit was tragic.

"A generous man might thank you. I'm not generous."

Ōnoki's voice returned, raspier. "Then what are you?"

Aizen's smirk returned. Arrogant. Serene.

"Your new business partner."

Ōnoki blinked.

"I'm offering Iwagakure 30 billion yen in relief," Aizen said. "In exchange, I take 30% of your council seats."

Mind you, all that money was coming from the deal he made with Iwa to cripple them a while ago.

And this was why Ōnoki was pissed.

"Are you mad?! You'd turn Iwa into your puppet state—!"

"You're already my puppet, Ōnoki," Aizen replied coldly, brushing his coat.

"You just haven't accepted it yet."

Ōnoki's fists shook. "I would nev—!"

"You can't use Particle Style anymore."

Silence.

Aizen's tone cut through the room like a guillotine.

"You remember, yes? The seal I placed on your technique the last time you tried to kill me. One wrong hand sign, and a portion of your own village explodes."

He stepped closer.

"You gave me a reason to use you. So I did. Then I broke you. And now—now I'm simply finishing my investment."

Ōnoki sat back down. Hard.

Sweat clung to his temples.

Aizen tilted his head mockingly. "But, if 30% is too steep, I suppose I could... reduce the terms."

He gestured idly.

"Say, 10 billion in exchange for removing the seal on your technique? Or... do you prefer being a retired figurehead?"

Ōnoki closed his eyes. His pride was breaking.

Piece by piece.

"The Third Hokage really values his image, yet he allowed this dog to run rampant... hm." Aizen seemed to have a thoughtful look on his face.

A/N BL story here we go