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The sun had just begun to rise over the village, casting long shadows across the training fields. The dew on the grass sparkled like tiny diamonds, and the air was cool and crisp, filled with the promise of a new day. I was deep into my training, my muscles aching with the effort of pushing myself to the limit. Each punch, each kick, each jutsu I executed was a testament to my determination to become stronger, to protect those I cared about. Sweat poured down my face, and my breath came in heavy gasps, but I pushed on.
As I practiced my Rasengan, I sensed a familiar presence. I turned to see Jiraiya walking towards me, his usually cheerful face replaced with an uncharacteristically serious expression. This was unusual for him. He was normally so laid-back, always with a smirk and a laugh, like a carefree traveler who had seen it all and found it all amusing. But today, there was a different air about him, something darker, something that set my nerves on edge.
"Naruto," he called out, his voice carrying across the field. I stopped my training and jogged over to him, wiping the sweat from my brow.
"What's up, Ero-Sennin?" I asked, using my usual nickname for him. But he didn't react as he normally would. Instead, he looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite read—an expression filled with regret, sadness, and a hint of resolve.
"I need you to trust me," he said simply. Before I could respond, he began weaving hand signs faster than I could follow. A strange sensation washed over me, and I felt my body shrinking, the world around me growing impossibly large. Within moments, I was no more than an inch tall, standing in the middle of the grass that now towered over me like a forest.
"What the—!" I started to shout, but my voice was tiny and almost lost in the vastness around me. Jiraiya's giant hand reached down and scooped me up, depositing me into a small, transparent jar. Airholes dotted the lid, giving me just enough breath to stay conscious.
I banged on the glass, shouting up at him. "Jiraiya! What are you doing?! Let me out!" But he didn't respond. He merely gave me a look of deep regret before sealing the lid and tucking the jar into his bag.
The world became a blur as he walked, each step a jolt that sent me tumbling within the jar. I could barely see out, the light dimmed by the confines of the bag. My mind raced, trying to understand what was happening. Why had Jiraiya done this to me? His actions were incomprehensible, a betrayal of the trust I had in him.
After what felt like an eternity, we came to a stop, and I heard the muffled sounds of conversation. A woman's voice, authoritative and demanding, cut through the haze. Tsunade. He was talking to Tsunade.
"Did you capture the demon as I asked?" her voice boomed, and my heart sank. Demon? Was she talking about me?
Jiraiya's hand reached into the bag and pulled out the jar, setting it down on a large wooden desk. The sudden light was blinding, and I shielded my eyes as they adjusted. When I looked up, I saw Tsunade's massive face peering down at me, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and something more sinister.
She leaned in closer, her breath fogging the glass slightly. Her eyes were cold and calculating, a far cry from the warmth and care I had come to expect from her. "So this is the demon," she murmured, her voice a rumble that vibrated through my bones.
"Tsunade, what's going on? Why are you doing this?" I shouted, but my voice was so tiny, so insignificant. She either didn't hear me or didn't care.
Tsunade stood up straight and reached into the jar, her fingers closing around me with a grip that was both firm and gentle. She lifted me out and held me in front of her face for a moment, studying me like I was some kind of specimen. Her eyes bore into me, and I could see a flicker of emotion—disgust, maybe pity, but no empathy.
"Jiraiya, you know what to do," she said, her voice cold and detached. Jiraiya nodded, his face a mask of grim determination. There was no hint of the jovial mentor I had known, only a man resolved to carry out a duty he found repugnant.
Without another word, Tsunade placed me inside the slit of Jiraiya's member. The world went dark and tight around me, the heat and pressure almost unbearable. I struggled, trying to free myself, but it was no use. The space was too confining, and I could barely move. Panic set in as I realized I was completely at their mercy. What were they planning? Why were they treating me like this?
I could only watch in horror as I watch the giant form of Tsunade bend over as she got ready for Jiraiya. I watched in horror as Tsunade's ass came closer and closer before I was suddenly engulfed in darkness as Jiraiya entered Tsunade.
Hours seemed to pass in the suffocating darkness, the sounds of their muffled voices the only indication that time was moving at all. I could feel the tension in Jiraiya's body, the way he moved, the way he tensed and relaxed. It was a nightmarish experience, one that I could never have imagined in my worst dreams.
Finally, there was a moment of intense pressure, and I felt myself being expelled, carried along by a wave of thick, white liquid. I was pushed deeper into Tsunade, the world around me becoming even more confining and dark.
I was lost in this living nightmare, my mind struggling to understand why this was happening. Why had those I trusted turned against me? What had I done to deserve this?
But there were no answers, only the unending darkness and the suffocating confinement.
