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Rian Chapter 06
🕑 Added 2025-04-03 17:18:09 +0000 UTC[Author's note. I'm leaving something in this chapter that might get it taken down. If it does, I'll at least know why my chapters are getting removed and can work around it. It's just a really stupid reason if it does get taken down.]
A few days after, both of my grandmothers came to visit. I was mid sucking my mom’s breastmilk but had to stop and do a double take at my grandmother. If Tsumi(my mom) looked similar to the frog girl from MHA, my grandma was the frog girl aged up to milf level. She was a grandma but I doubted she was even forty yet. She looked exactly like Tsuyu, an older, more mature Tsuyu, but she could easily pass for her if she put on a schoolgirl outfit.
She still did the normal grandmotherly things. Pinching my cheeks, hugging and kissing me, making me sit in her lap. The mother and daughter talked as she bounced me on her leg. Soon, the conversation swerved into their husbands. “Like… Even now, when he’s around me, I can’t control myself.” Tsumi exclaimed as she took a sip of her tea.
“Hmm, that’s how it was with my husband when we first met… I wish it stayed like that.” Tsuyu looked sad at first before Tsumi’s cheeks puffed up in anger. “Don’t give that jerk credit. He abandons us to go searching for his prophecy baby, which most of us believe is code to go looking for women to cheat on you with.”
It did seem weird that he still cared about the story more than raising his family. I could tell that Tsumi was already done with him. She had gone through the motions of loving him as a father, only to be disappointed again and again by him. How many years did he leave them to fend for themselves? How much of their money was he spending on searching or brothels when he should have sent it back to support his family?
Makeout tactics existed, it just didn’t have nearly as big of an impact as it did in the Narutoverse. The restrictions on similar materials loosened as the villages got along better, which meant there was far more similar material on the market. Jiraiya had barely started making his information network when Hiruzen died in this timeline, so he wasn’t given an extremely large budget to pull funds from.
Tsuyu had a job as a babysitter for Orochi’s children, or they’d be homeless. Jiraiya’s oldest son parentified himself, pretty much taking the Ryuchi clan head position from Jiraiya just to help keep his family fed. It meant that almost all of his children viewed him as a deadbeat dad, which was harsh but fair. I liked Jiraiya myself, but since he was my grandpa now, I wasn’t going to expect him to show up and start teaching me anything for at least the first twelve years of my life. It was best not to rely on Grandpa Toad too much.
My grandmother from my father side came next. She wanted to come earlier, but the first few months are only met for the main family. Now that I was older, my mother would be getting back to work soon. She stopped mid-stride, the smile falling off her face as she looked at me, concerned. She walked up and pulled me right out of my mother's hands as she softly whispered. “He… He looks exactly like his grandfather.”
A soft hand combed through my hair. “This hair, I’ve only seen it on one other person.” I felt some wetness hit my forehead as I looked up and saw that my grandma was crying. My mother didn’t know what to do, she just let my grandmother hold me until she managed to calm down. Handing me over, I wondered what that was about.
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More months passed, and I grew older. “Young master, get back here!” One of the maids chased me as I scurried along the ground, giggling. I liked to pretend to be a young child every once in a while so I wouldn’t get found out as a grown adult. “Master, you’re going to get me in trouble!” She came charging at me again as I scurried to the other side of the table from underneath.
“Young master, please stop teasing me!” Reaching down, she finally grabbed my foot and pulled me up, looking at me upside down. “Master…” Still smiling, I see her eyes shift out of stern talking mode and back to kind caring mode. This was my head maid. She was a civilian named Maria. She wore a maid outfit that exposed plenty of her cleavage. Many of the maids wore something similar, but the impressive chest on her made the gap more noticeable. She was attractive, but compared to the female shinobi, she didn’t hold up.
She was a seven out of ten. My mother and grandmothers were both more attractive, her breasts were the only advantage she had over them. She was kind, though, and I really felt the love she had for me, even when I was being a bad child and running from her. “It’s time to eat with your family. You’re going to make us late.”
Every few months, we would have a family meal with my father and all his wives and children. I didn’t really like them because they were very chaotic. I was an only child in my first life and… The loud screaming from the other children wasn’t something I liked to deal with or be around. My mom thought something was wrong with me because I didn’t act like a child, but Tsunade visited and said it was totally normal.
When she visited, she put her hand on my forehead, and I got an eye full of her. HOLY, the anime didn’t do it justice. How could she walk without those things jiggling everywhere? Her breasts were so big that I felt bad for the other women in the village because if they compared themselves to her, it would make them suicidal.
It was like a guy walking around with a twenty inch cock. That’s why we wear clothes, because that guy would get fucking murdered by a bunch of jealous men. Walking into the dining room, the moment Alice opened the door we’re hit by a wave of noise. Dozens of kids ran around while the wives tried to corral them. One of the kids was eating already, with handfuls of spaghetti all over himself and the table as his mom cheered him on. The next clan heir sat next to our father and my mother as they all ate in complete silence, making the entire thing feel surreal. My mother only had me, so she wasn’t trying to keep a kid happy, and I wasn’t being a menace.
My maid sat me down at the children's table as I quickly ate, and my maid said goodbye to my father and mother for me. I breathed a sigh of relief after we left the room. It was the same feeling I got from being in a loud party. I’d rather just relax in my room eating ramen and watching cartoons or porn then go to someones house and listen to loud music while people acted like idiots because they had a few beers.
Being in that environment brought back bad memories. Even my maid noticed the change in my mood as the tension started to unravel. “Alright… I get why you didn’t want to go to that. But they’re your family. Maybe we’ll get lucky, and they’ll grow out of it.”
If she wasn’t holding me in her arms, she’d have noticed my smirk. The ninja world wasn’t what I expected, but with a family as large as mine, it’ll be easier to hide my odd behavior.
