As to how Seijuro found himself in the spot he was in... we shall go back a couple of hours ago, when his sensei felt like being devious.
Tsunade sipped her sake like the world owed her interest on every ounce of chaos she'd ever invested in.
Across from her sat Kushina, looking curious.
And beside her, Mikoto—slightly annoyed, but not suspicious enough to leave.
"So," Tsunade said slyly, crossing one leg over the other, "you two like Seijuro, huh?"
Kushina flushed immediately. "W-Well, I mean, yeah—he saved my life, healed me, protected me, gave me head pats..."
"He is my boyfriend, and I do not intend on sharing." Her three tomoe spun. For a split second, what seemed to be KCM flickered into view. Ain't no way—Kushina was pulling out full power for this.
Yet Tsunade, the professional menace she was, decided to give them a little push.
Wonder how Seijuro would act. How cute.
"You two are good friends, aren't you? No need for such anger," Tsunade said with a smile.
"I have the perfect way for you two to decide."
Wow. They were truly two very innocent girls—though Mikoto did seem more confident in herself.
Well, of course she was. Unlike Kushina, that was her boyfriend.
And yes, they had crossed that line. Multiple times, in fact.
One thing she didn't think they had done yet was blow him. That came later though—we shall not talk about that.
"It's simple... you two ladies should go to his room tonight. I can help you with the outfit, and we can see who he chooses."
The demonic smile on her face would've scared the shit out of Seijuro—but oh well, he wasn't here now.
Back to the Present – Next Morning
Seijuro stood in the training yard.
Eyes red. Hands shaking.
From the mental stress of last night.
He stormed into Tsunade's tent.
She didn't even look up from her scrolls.
"Good morning, lover boy. Sleep well?"
Seijuro's eye twitched.
Tsunade looked up, pretending to be shocked. "Me? Whatever do you mean?"
"The outfits. The timing. The synchronized pillow assault they launched when I tried to escape."
Tsunade smirked. "Tch. And here I thought you'd be thanking me."
"Two beautiful women. In love with you. In your room. At night. Dressed like dreams. And you're mad at me?"
"Seijuro-kun... do... you... like men?"
The hell was his sensei thinking?
"That's the only explanation. What other teen in the heat of puberty would refuse two pretty girls entering his room?" Tsunade said calmly.
As for why she said that?
Well, she was fucking with him, of course.
Dudes fucking other dudes and girls messing with other girls wasn't necessarily uncommon.
Leave enough men trapped in war with no pussy in sight, and someone had to take one for the team.
Shit was quite common.
As much as some tried to hide it, if a man took some dick in the ass, as a medical ninja, she could see it.
It wasn't that common, but at the same time, it was one of those things where you see it and go, "Oh. Neat."
As for the girls part?
Apart from a couple men making a name for themselves going after the widow route, some ladies used toys on each other. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novęlfire.net
Girl-on-girl action, if you catch my drift.
Anyway—back to annoying her student.
"I am not gay..." he said defensively.
Wait... this was a trap.
"If you are, I 100% support you. I like guys too," Tsunade said with a smile, acting like she wasn't messing around.
"Sensei, do not utter such nonsense. I am straight. I do not feel any feelings like that toward the male gender."
He refused to go along with her idea that he was a meat lover.
He didn't want such a reputation after him.
Having meat lover on his Bingo Book wasn't something he wanted.
The Karma was quite useful.
He'd found out some stuff about it—like, he could absorb chakra, and that chakra got added into his own reserves until he used it for a jutsu.
He could also now make chakra weapons, and the thousands of years of experience that Urashiki had were flooding his mind like no other.
He had enough info in there to practically perfect his taijutsu and ninjutsu usage.
Though... he was gaining knowledge of something else.
He even had one of his own.
A Shinjutsu of his own.
How fucking fantastic.
As he finished his talk with Tsunade, a very excited smile made its way to his lips.
No, he wasn't looking toward Tsunade when he smiled—shit would make him look more like a meat lover.
He was thinking of the endless possibilities.
So far, his ideas had been restricted to what was on Earth.
But with those memories?
He knew what the Gedō Mazō was.
And with that info... he could make a chakra fruit.
He could make himself stronger than ever.
Upgrade his Flying Raijin to be able to hop from dimension to dimension.
Hashirama and Madara level weren't his peak anymore.
The shit he could do.
With this much knowledge, he'd be able to hunt the Ōtsutsuki so much better.
That day... every Ōtsutsuki currently present in the timeline felt a shiver run down their spine.
As if, by trying to get rid of a god-killer...
They created him sooner.
Jigen—who was currently in the middle of not dying—felt something was off.
S/N....he...is going to become a god...isn't he...{yup}.