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Chapter List
- 1-In Darkness Shines A Light
- 2-Part Two
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Sasuke tossed a change of clothes, some necessary items such as additional weapons, field rations, flint, along with a small med kit into a traveling bag. He'd been given an hour to prepare before heading to the front gate. Staring intently into the bag, he judged its contents with an experienced eye. After years of living the life of a missing nin, he was used to surviving on the barest of essentials. Now that he was going off with the First Hokage for a few days, he was unsure what to bring, so he packed everything that any shinobi worth his weight would pack for any mission.

As he packed, he thought back on the morning and an expression on confusion spread over his face. The looks he received from Sakura and Naruto were of surprise and in Naruto's case, offense—probably due to Naruto's long running sense of competition with him. After so many years, he could read Naruto Uzumaki like a book. First Hokage Hashirama and the current Hokage,Tsunade, had admitted to both Sakura and Naruto having separately been taken away previously so to judge both their suitability to the role of Hokage. He was curious as to their experiences with the First, but annoyingly, neither volunteered any information that would help or interfere with his goal to gaining Hashirama Senju's backing.

He'd half-expected Naruto to open his big mouth and spill out every detail of his experience the moment he exited the Hokage's office and shot his former teammate a knowing smirk just to see how the annoying idiot would act. When he didn't respond with bragging and drawn out descriptions of the time spent during his examination, Sasuke was willing to admit more than a little surprise at the tightly closed lips. What had gone on during their time with Hashirama Senju to keep them silent? Had they been ordered to remain quiet or were they simply hoping to keep him from reaching his goal by failing to offer any insight into their experiences?

Sasuke tossed another kunai into the bag and sat back on his single bed. He wasn't sure why he was particularly surprised. Over the last few years, he had not exactly endeared himself to his former teammates. On a mission, he performed within the scope of the mission parameters and no further.

The truth was, he was partially disgusted with them. Both seemed completely content with the village as it was. There were small things that he knew irked Naruto, such as the continued use of a seal on the branch family of Hyuuga and how the Fire Country daimyo had a say in the running of the village, sometimes taxing the villagers even when they barely had the money to feed themselves. What frustrated him was how Naruto seemed complacent in things. There were so many things that needed to be done and no one seemed willing to do them.

Shaking his head, he clenched a hand on the thin blanket beneath him. He wanted to blame Naruto for not seeing the truth hidden beneath the surface, but in actuality, the village had been like this for so long, change was not going to come easily or willingly. It would take more than someone to sign paperwork and approve missions. Tsunade was a genius as a medic and had trained Sakura well in that regards, but she was merely maintaining the village as Hokage rather than saving it from itself.

He grabbed his bag and filled his water canteen from the faucet in the kitchen before walking out the door of his apartment. The air still maintained that heaviness of humidity along with the heat and caused a bead of sweat to trickle along his neck as he walked calmly down the stairs and out into the bright sun. As the bright light his face, he gave pause to take in the atmosphere around him. Smells of spoiling fruit and vegetables from the nearby bazaar assaulted him and the sounds of children playing reached his ears. Even now, after several years back, it seemed so strange to be here. So much had changed and yet so very much remained the same. Despite the peaceful air about the place, he knew what lay beneath the depths. Danzo's death did nothing to halt the putrification of the Village Hidden in the Leaves.

Dust was kicked up on the road as he walked calmly through the windings streets toward the main road leading from the village. He ignored the barely contained whispers from the elderly and the giggles from girls barely hitting puberty. His continued inhabitance of Konoha was still the talk of the town for varying reasons, most of them not good. There were time when he wondered if his brother's love of this place was misplaced.

"The village does have its dark side and its inconsistencies, but I'm still Konoha's Itachi Uchiha." Those words still rang clear in his mind and fermented in his mind his choice. He would make this village what it should be, whatever the cost he needed to pay.

He passed another group of women gossiping. Their conversation immediately shifted to him and he fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course, there was speculation on the reasons for him being allowed to stay in the village following his treasonous initial leave. Some believed the elders of the village wanted him to revive his long dead clan and its powerful dōjutsu. The thought in itself was absolutely ridiculous as the sharingan, while powerful, was rare and when it manifested, it quickly degraded the eyes, shaving years off a shinobi career. If he had not accepted his brother's eyes, he would have long since lost his ability to see. Long lived shinobi were better than those that only had a few useful years. No, the eyes were not the reason he was allowed to return.

And of course, Sasuke had no intention of passing on the curse of his bloodline to any child. The Uchiha line would die with him unless it turned out that Itachi had a few bastards running about. That image had him almost dropping his disinterested expression and full out laughing. Not that he cared what people thought of him, but he would rather them not think him any more bat shit crazy than they already did.

Itachi having bastards strained incredulity. His brother was too honorable a man to leave a girl pregnant. No, the Uchiha line would die with Sasuke.

"Hey, Uchiha! You need to sign out."

The yell caused him to pause in him aimless walk and turn to stare at the two shinobi seated at the check-in point near the gate. Those two morons were still manning the gate after all this time and he fought to keep his expression uninterested as he dropped his bag by the gate and walked to where the shinobi sign-out sheet was.

"Just because you're a high and mighty Uchiha, doesn't mean you can do whatever you want," growled the shinobi with spiky black hair.

"You're the same as any of us and abide by the same rules," added the second. "You're nothing like your brother."

Sasuke gave a disinterested grunt and signed on the marked line, though inside he was seething at the mention of Itachi's name. He wanted to slam his fist into both the shinobis' faces. The paperwork of such an incident, however, was not something he had any desire to do. Neither was worth his ire anyway. They were the least of his concerns within the village.

He didn't stop moving as he grabbed his bag and continued out the gate, having thrown both men from his mind as easily as he would throw out a piece of trash. Their petty complaints were nothing in the greater scheme of the village. Even their names were lost to him. He would deal with them only when he was forced to do so. Neither would ever be more than chunin fodder.

"You're right on time, Sasuke Uchiha. I wonder what that says about you."

A sudden shock went through him and he jerked his gaze to the man standing with his back pressed to the wall surrounding the village just a few feet to the right of the gate. Why hadn't he sensed his presence as he exited the gates? Even shinobi who hid their chakra left something of an empty void and those with enough skill in chakra manipulation could sense that void and discern where hidden enemies were even when their chakra was masked. Sasuke was one such person. He should have sensed that man. Was it a side effect of his resurrection or was it something else?

"You!"

"You seem surprised. I told you I would wait for you here."

Sasuke clenched his jaw and stared at Hashirama Senju. He found it even more difficult to withhold his emotions around the man. It was almost as if he was trying to pry them out with every interaction between them. "Let's just get going."

"Call me Hashirama. There is no need for formality." Hashirama smiled broadly and tucked his hands into the sleeves of his kimono. "As I was saying, you can tell a lot about a person by when they arrive to a meeting. Take Naruto for example."

Fighting a roll of his eyes at the mention of Naruto, Sasuke shot Hashirama a glare. "What about him?"

"He was nearly twenty minutes early as opposed to Sakura who was ten minutes late. And then there is you, exactly on time, down to the minute."

"So?"

"Well, someone who is early tends to be someone who is eager to please. They want to learn everything. This is both good and bad in that being eager to please could also result in them being a foot mat for everyone. Not always, but it is hard for an eager person to say no when something is asked of them, even if it goes against their principles."

He couldn't argue with that and in some ways, it did describe Naruto. All his life, Naruto had fought hard for recognition and desperately wished to please those who took him on as a student and the people he considered friends. Like Hashirama had said, it wasn't a bad thing in its purest form, but it could be used as a weakness by the right person.

"I see your point."

Hashirama smiled brightly at Sasuke. "Then, how would you analyze Sakura? She arrived at our meeting place ten minutes late."

"Unconcerned or perhaps she doesn't really want to be Hokage."

A considering look spread across Hashirama's features. "True, it could be, but I don't think that describes our Sakura. Sakura does care for the village, perhaps a little too much. She is taking on more than her share of duties, working as not only a full time medic in the village, but also taking on high ranking missions. She is stretched very thin. In a way, she is much like Naruto, but she is doing so for different reasons."

Now Sasuke was curious. "What reasons?"

"I spent a lot of time talking with Sakura during our time together. She is a very capable kunoichi and proud of being my granddaughter's student. She told me of her genin years and how she was considered mediocre at best, her only redeeming quality being her near perfect chakra control. I think that Sakura has an inferiority complex and she stretches herself so thin to prove that she is worthy when she has already done so a hundred times over. If she was Hokage now, I think she would be burned out in a year or two."

"So you won't be recommending Sakura then?"

"Sadly, no. She is very capable, and in a few years when she becomes more confident in herself, I think she would do well in the office, but if I had to put my backing behind a candidate at this very moment, she would not be the horse I would bet on."

Sasuke turned his gaze back to the road they walked down. "I see."

He should have been ecstatic. It was one less competitor in which he had to surpass in order to reach his goal.

A laugh threatened to be ripped from him. When had he begun to think of it as a competition? He was certain Naruto had always seen it as such, but then again, everything he and Naruto had done as children had been an almost competition. Why would it be any different as adults?

"Is something funny?"

"You wouldn't understand," said Sasuke.

Hashirama cocked his head to one side and arched a brow. "Try me."

"Naruto and I always seem to be in one competition or another with each other. Even when I left, it was a competition to get stronger." Sasuke shook his head and adjusted his pack on his back. "What's funny is that I never had any desire to compete with him, but somehow, I was always pulled into it regardless of my desires on the matter."

"Did you think of him as unworthy of competing with you?"

Sasuke allowed a smile to crease his lips as he thought back on his childhood and the days of happiness that he tried to forget and yet still held onto with an iron grip. "At first. He was an idiot who could not even perform the simplest jutsu."

"And it changed?"

"Yes."

"How?"

The memories washed back on him. Him and Naruto racing up trees to see who could reach the top. Eating competitions. Feeling the warm wash of blood coating his hand as he plowed a fist through his friend's chest. He did not want to remember those days because he was no longer that boy. That Sasuke Uchiha no longer existed in this world. "It just did."

"Honest competition isn't a bad thing."

Sasuke gave a small hum and the two continued down the road for a ways more. The silence gave him time to think and bury the memories in favor of focusing on the task at hand. He considered what Hashirama had told him about Sakura and Naruto. It wasn't anything he did not already know on some level. It meant that everything he did would be judged, even the menial things such as walking and talking. He would need to consider his words quickly and carefully in the future.

He wasn't sure how long the silence lasted, but never during the time did it seem like simple silence. Every so often, Hashirama would make a comment about a change in the area from his lifetime. It wasn't so much conversation as it was simply giving pause to break the silence with companionable noise. Little of what he said seemed to require a response.

"You haven't asked me about what I thought of you and arriving precisely on time," said Hashirama amicably.

"I'm sure you've already judged me regarding it. Telling me of it would not change your mind on the issue." Sasuke made the comment without thinking and if he were a lesser man, he would have slapped his own forehead at such an idiotic turn of phrase. It was not something Naruto would have said, but the way he presented was definitely influenced by Naruto's lack of a brain-mouth barrier. He knew he was being judged and yet he said the first thing that came to mind without thinking.

Hashirama chuckled cheerfully, seeming greatly amused by Sasuke's words. "You remind me so much of Madara."

"Most could consider that a bad thing," said Sasuke dryly.

"True, but the real Madara, the Madara not warped and broken by war and mistrust and death, the Madara I knew as a child, he was someone I would be willing to fight for and die with. What we had was special and it defied the rules of our reality. That is the Madara you remind me of, but don't think of that as an assurance of your being named Hokage. What you remind me of plays no part in who I decide to back for the position. You have to stand on your own and prove to me that you would be the best person to lead the village."

"I'm surprised Lady Tsunade didn't ask you to take over for her."

Hashirama threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, she did. But as I told her, I had my time in that office."

Sasuke grunted and paused when Hashirama veered off into the forest lining both sides of the road. A quick glance to the sky showed they had spent almost four hours walking. It was rare that he became so enveloped in walking that time passed without a thought.

"Come along, Sasuke. We have a lot to do."

Sasuke heaved a sigh and followed quickly through the foliage. Now that they were off the main road, any sign of civilization faded very quickly. Their surroundings were not the only change. Hashirama no longer ambled along at a comfortable pace. He took to the trees almost immediately and sped quickly along a trail only he could follow, leaving Sasuke struggling to keep up.

It was not often that Sasuke found it difficult to follow another shinobi. In most cases, the other shinobi struggled to keep up with his natural speed. Hashirama was indeed quiet spry considering his age.

Sasuke released an inaudible snort. As if age really mattered. Hashirama Senju, even at the moment of his death, had been the most powerful shinobi in existence. In his resurrected life, he was brought back into the prime. His face held only the faintest lines of age marking his eyes and lips while the remainder of his features remained smooth and blemish free.

A small part of Sasuke's brain trilled excitedly as he struggled to keep Hashirama in his sights. It was as much a chase as it was a guided trail toward where they would be spending however long it took Hashirama to take his measure. The more primitive part of Sasuke was excited by the prospect of a challenge and it roused to the surface long tamped down emotions.

Time faded away as he began to push himself. He siphoned more and more chakra into his muscles, but each time he sped up his pace, Hashirama increased his on. For a moment, he thought he saw a happy grin flash across the former Hokage's face before it turned away and they continued ahead in their impromptu race.

All of a sudden Hashirama stopped leading the chase and dropped down from the trees into a clearing. Sasuke easily followed him and stopped at his side. Sweat dripped down his face and into the high neck of his black shirt. He didn't pant, but did have trouble keeping his breathing at a completely relaxed rhythm.

Hashirama looked calm and relaxed, his breath at complete ease and only the very finest sheen of sweat coated his face and neck. Sasuke was forced to tamp down the annoyance that came from someone having pushed themselves and him, only to be not even the slightest bit winded. How did the man do it?

Dark eyes turned to Sasuke and softened. "You did well. Keeping up with me isn't easy."

"Is it your chakra?"

Hashirama shook his head as he reached for the obi on his kimono and slid the silky material from his shoulders. Sasuke stiffened and was about to look away when a dark shirt with fishnet sleeves was revealed and his hakama pants were shed to reveal standard shinobi trousers.

He was stunned at the body that was revealed. Shinobi clothing wasn't necessarily revealing, exceptions notwithstanding, but Hashirama always seemed to wear more than most. In battle, he looked to be a samurai of old in heavy armor and in relaxation, his kimono and hakama pants completely hid his body from view. Now neither of those interfered with seeing the strong body, barely hidden beneath the tight shirt. A little less was revealed by the trousers, but enough was visible for the imagination to finish what the eyes started.

Hashirama Senju possessed a leanly muscled body, firm muscles pulled taut beneath tight skin. The armor he wore when first summoned was deceptive, making him look much thicker and broader. Today standing beneath the trickling light of the tree line skirting the edge of the clearing, he looked less a god and more a man.

Hashirama reached into a hidden pouch and pulled his long dark hair back into a ponytail high on his head so that the long tresses waved like a flag as he moved. "To a degree it's chakra, I suppose, but the truth is that I became fast because I needed to be able to match Uchiha speed...to surpass it even. After a while, it became second nature to me."

He tugged off a weapon pouch and tossed it aside with his discarded kimono and hakama. "You're naturally fast, faster than most. That makes you deadly, but you could train yourself to be so much more. Uchiha always had a natural talent for the shinobi arts. The Uchiha possessed the insane skill and the Uzumaki possessed such amazing chakra."

With a grin he began to laugh, the rich deep sound rippling through Sasuke and he fought down the shudder of pleasure that worked through his body. "What's funny?"

"My clan, the Senju, was always acclaimed as being the most powerful, but that wasn't true at all." Hashirama's eyes narrowed in his mirth. "Oh, don't get me wrong, my ancestors milked that belief for everything it was worth, but we weren't as gifted in the arts as the Uchiha. It was our wood release skill that earned us fame, but so few were born with the ability that it could hardly be called a clan ability. I was the only one in my generation to have access to it. One person having a power does not a powerful clan make. It's funny that our two clans were at constant war because together we could have created such a strong shinobi race, that few, if any, could have stopped us."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed in thought before widened visibly. "You mean the rinnegan."

"The Uchiha clan was the lock and the Senju clan was the key. Madara discovered that, but kept the knowledge to himself. It's just as well, I suppose. That power is not something that should be abused."

The words were left unspoken, but Sasuke heard them all the same. Like the sharingan. To his credit, he did not flinch upon hearing the implied comment.

"Why did you bring me here?" he asked. "It seems to me that maybe you've already made a decision."

Hashirama cocked his head before turning on his heel and walking out into the center of the clearing. The sun caught the lighter highlights in his long hair as he moved into position. "Nothing in the world is written in stone. Now, come at me, Sasuke Uchiha. Show me your reason for staying in the village that you hate so much. Show me your resolve."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"You can't hide what you feel as easily as you might think. Hatred is a dangerous thing to possess, in any form." Hashirama placed the palms of his hands together. "Now, come at me."

Long elegant fingers began moving with much practiced skill and suddenly Sasuke felt the tingling of instinct ripple through him, his body moving without thought, lunging gracefully from where he stood as large wooden spikes shot up from beneath the ground. Even without any visible weapons, Hashirama Senju was a very dangerous man and it showed in the skill which nearly clipped him. If he were less of a shinobi, that attack would have killed him where he stood.

"Come at me, Sasuke. No holds barred, but, if you don't mind, let's keep summons from this fight. I need to test you, not the skill of your summons." Hashirama grinned and quirked one of his fingers in a come-hither motion. "Don't hold back, I'll know if you do."

Excitement raced through Sasuke's bloodstream. How many people could say they had the pleasure of a no holds spar against Hashirama Senju? He could probably count on one hand the number of people living, and that included Naruto and Sakura. This moment was the most excited he could think of being in a very long time. His thoughts of the village, his brother, and the position of Hokage faded away until all that remained was the fight and his desire to win.

Without even giving a thought to anything but Hashirama, Sasuke darted in with every ounce of speed he possessed. His hands began moving on instinct before he drew breath and blew flames toward his opponent. Wood was definitely weak to fire and the barrier that was immediately risen caught flame and was weakened enough for him to kick through it with a quick motion.

Hashirama's lips quirked up and he jumped back quickly from the attack that would have definitely left a mark. His dark eyes twinkled with mirth and excitement as another movement of hands had water from the nearby stream rising up in the form of a snake. The irony of the use of the water release attack, Snake's Mouth, was not lost on Sasuke, much to his chagrin.

"Damn it," he cursed as he began lunging from the slithering of the attacking water snake. He had forgotten of Hashirama's ability to use water techniques. He was generally known for his skill with wood release.

"On the run so soon, Sasuke?"

Sasuke scowled and shifted on his ankles, leaping away just as the snake came crashing down where he stood only moments before. His eyes flared to crimson, tomoe spinning wildly. It was in this state that he saw what the water snake had done. The entire battlefield was soaked. Even Hashirama stood in a puddle brought on by the snake's rampage.

Drawing his sword, Sasuke released his chakra. The familiar feeling of every hair on his body standing on end engulfed him. He could literally feel the lightning building inside him, waiting impatiently for him to release it outward. There would be no more running for him in this battle.

With his sword in hand, he tightened his muscles as the snake charged him head on, its watery mouth opening in preparation of swallowing him whole and yet he waited until the precise moment to strike, releasing his Chidori Sword attack in a powerful downward strike.

Lightning shot through the snake sending it to the side to writhe before imploding while the entire battlefield became a hot zone of electricity. Hashirama's eyes widened moments before he quickly jumped from the puddle he stood in and to dry land. Sasuke clenched his teeth in frustration. He did not want to kill the man, but damn it, he did not like to lose either. He was certain not even his former sensei could have dodged the speed of the electricity that exploded through the puddles of water.

He did not have time to think over what his next attack would be because Hashirama attacked as soon as the lightning dissipated. His weaponless attacks were easily blocked, but every time Sasuke moved to attack, the speed of the attacks was increased until he was on the complete defensive. There was not even enough time to draw a weapon or activate a chakra attack.

Again he was thankful for having kept the armguards from his previous uniform. They had proved more useful than he could count on many occasions, this one proving to be the best use of them.

Sweat was dripping from him and he body felt as if it was being beaten into a bloody pulp even if he never took a direct or unblocked hit. Hashirama was beating away at his defenses until he thought for sure the next strike would be his defeat.

He knew he had made a mistake when he felt his shoulder drop without his consent and knew from experience that a hole was opened in his defense. Any experienced shinobi would be capable of seeing that opening and taking advantage of it.

Hashirama was no exception, though instead of a plowing attack into the opening, Sasuke was jarred as he found himself on his back with one of his own kunai pressed firmly against his throat. He was not even sure how the attack happened; it had been so unbelievably fast. It was no wonder that this man was considered a god amongst shinobi.

As he lay panting on the wet ground, Hashirama grinned down at him with a look of absolute pleasure on his face. With the flaking skin gone over time and perhaps with medical treatment, Sasuke would have thought him very much alive and human, yet the black sclera of his eyes gave away his true existence as a resurrected body created from an extremely forbidden jutsu.

Leanly muscled thighs pressed into his hips and the dagger at his throat nicked the skin enough to bring a bead of blood to the surface. None of that mattered as he lay there because he was completely shell-shocked by the man above him.

Contrary to the gossip of some of the people in the village, Sasuke was very much human. Just like any human man, he was attracted to people for various reasons and just like any human man, he became highly aroused after a thrilling battle in which his life is threatened. He almost groaned aloud when Hashirama shifted on top of him just enough to brush against the tent that was making itself known in his loose shinobi trousers.

If Hashirama noticed it, he did not comment, though Sasuke could not fathom him not seeing the tent that seemed to have no intention of going away as the seconds ticked by. The more instinctual part of his brain that was kept deeply hidden beneath enforced control was screaming for release while the analytical part fought for control over the rippling emotions being brought to rise.

"You did well, Sasuke." Hashirama pulled away and stood, offering a hand up which Sasuke took gratefully.

Muscles screamed in agony and he was certain his body would be covered in bruises come the following day. Despite that, he could not help but worry over his performance despite the kind words of encouragement. He needed to distinguish himself from the other candidates. He needed to be Hokage.

"Go bath in the stream, I'll set up camp."

Sasuke thought to argue, but his aching muscles refused to allow it of him and he found his feet carrying him to the small stream. He stripped his shirt and armguards from his body before splashing the cool water onto his chest and shoulders. The chill helped the still hard pulsing in his groin, but not as much as he would have liked. Curses he had picked up from Suigetsu and Karin spilled forth unhampered in a moment of weakness.

A quick glance behind him showed him that Hashirama was quite far away, just under the canopy of trees on the opposite side of the clearing. A shiver of excitement shook his body and a whisper of need echoed in his bloodstream. It had been too long since he had bothered finding release, either from a whore or his own hand. His fingers twitched and he covertly glanced in the direction of his companion before moving carefully behind a nearby tree.

The battle had aroused the fire in his blood to such a degree that he could not get his trousers open fast enough. The cold water had been only enough to delay the inevitable. His body wanted what it wanted and as soon as warm air touched his cock, his hand was wrapping around it and tugging insistently. He could feel the pleasant tightening in his body and bit down hard on his lips to withhold the sounds threatening to explode from him.

Most of his masturbatory fantasies incorporated faceless men and women. They were nothing but tools to help bring him off faster, but today, with the memory of lying beneath Hashirama, his mind replayed the moment when he lay with a kunai pressed dangerously close to his jugular. His throat tightened and a small gasp escaped as his mind offered up a more pleasant ending to the battle as he saw the kunai being used to rip his clothes from his body, the cold steel pressing against the flesh of his chest.

His hand increased its movements as the scene played out behind his closed eyes. Hashirama touching his skin, finding all the sensitive places that could break through the control he fought so hard to hold onto. What would his lips feel like as the sucked him down? On some level, he felt he should be ashamed of himself, but he could not find that part of him as his thumb began to stroke over the head and then underneath to the frenulum.

His hips began to thrust into his hand and pants began to spill from him as if he had run for miles. One hand clung desperately to the tree he braced against while the other tightened and stroked on his engorged penis. He needed to come so bad, but it was not real enough.

His free hand scrabbled for a kunai from the pouch attached to his thigh and brought it up to his chest where the Hashirama of his fantasies now pressed it. The sharpened edge pressed into his skin just below his nipple, cutting shallowly into the skin. The pain made the fantasy so much realer to him. In that moment, his fantasy was reality.

He tasted blood on his lips as his teeth latched onto the inside of his mouth in order to stifle the cry that came as his body tightened into a knot before exploding outward. At least he had enough mind to do that before he collapsed to his knees, hand still pulling frantically at his erection as cum continued to spit out. The orgasm seemed to last forever and was one of the most satisfying he had ever experienced.

His body gave a small stilting shudder before he finally released the limp flesh in his hand and half collapsed. For a brief few moments, he savored the feeling running through his blood stream. His muscles were heavy and if he were at home, he could have easily rolled over and fallen into a deep sleep.

But, like most things in his life, the pleasure of the moment quickly faded and he was left with personal disgust. He was not here to fantasize and masturbate to remnants from an era long past. The only purpose he should be focusing on was becoming the Hokage so that he would have the power to change all that was wrong about the village.

He shivered and stiffened as his mind cleared away the remainder of the post-orgasmic haze. With a quick turn, he looked around the area surrounding him. An inkling twitch in the back of his mind gave the sense of someone watching him. He could see in the growing twilight that Hashirama was at the camp and the fire that he started was creating a welcoming glow about the area opposite the stream.

Sasuke pushed back the thought and shoved it into the back of his mind. Even after opening his senses to the space around him, he could not sense anything out of the ordinary. There was no void of chakra suppression and even the animals seemed perfectly at ease now that the spar between the two shinobi was in the past.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he finished cleaning himself and tugged his shirt over his head before making his way to the welcoming light of the camp to find out what new tests were in store from him.
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