"Oh, don't say that!" Hiro said, slamming his palm into face. He also nearly jumped straight into a tree, but even without his Byakugan active, it would take more than that to blind-side him. Though, as far as Marise's 'extra-curricular' activities were concerned, he was willfully blind... They were making good time. It was only a couple of days ago before they learned of the attack on Tanigakure, and immediately the whole village was mobilized for war.<br/><br/>Truthfully, it had been mobilized for a long time now... they were only waiting for the signal. Each mile they traveled, the trees got smaller, the branches closer to the ground. Eventually, they came to a clearing and never again saw the great forests that so defined the Lands of Fire and Rivers. Before them lay a wide field, far as the eye could see. It sunk into a great lake and in the center of that lake- Amegakure. The city was ancient, a remnant of the past before ninja. Its towers rose out from the water, though never did they pierce that monstrous cloud over the village, the one that seemed to submerge the village in the lake. It constantly rained- the Konoha shinobi could see it dark and ominous from miles away.<br/><br/>"If we've come this far, then we must have taken them by surprise." Sakumo said, as he moved from leaping to merely running along the ground, "Hiro-san... See that house at our two o'clock? Do you see anything?" Sakumo himself must have had excellent eyesight to see it- Tsurai barely saw it, and even then, it was only a small object in the distance.<br/><br/>The man beside Tsurai suddenly widened his eyes, veins thickening around them. He took a long moment scrutinizing the directed area, before blinking and suppressing his doujutsu, "It looks deserted. It's a farmhouse for deep water rice." Despite the perpetual flood, the civilians of Amegakure had created a system of drainage and flooding for their crops that was in fact quite effective. It was just the season for harvest, too.<br/><br/>"Any rice?" Sakumo asked.<br/><br/>"No..."<br/><br/>"They know we're coming." Sakumo said, signalling for them to turn right. They made a wide arc, running parallel to the edge of the submerged city. They'd extend the entire column of Konoha shinobi this way, until it formed a wide line that partially eclipsed the town. "Tsurai.." Hiro said, quietly, "Fusō... She's here, isn't she? We can go look for her... I don't believe General Hatake would object."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Instantaneously, Seiji moaned. It was subdued. Of course he could not afford to be too loud. This was still a place of decency after-all. Restaurants and inns and taverns always catered to ninja. Places where they could discuss sensitive matters in private were always well-advertised... but never did they intend for it to be used for such lewd purposes as these. To be caught doing such things would be... shameful for the both of them, and they'd never be served here again. Eventually, someone would come inquiring before the place closed.<br/><br/>But for now, intoxicated by the alcohol and drunk off the sensations and sight, Seiji sighed happily. He lowered his fingers down to the younger ninja's head, grabbing a handful of hair and helping him along, "Ooh.. Kakumei-kun. It's been so long since I've ever had someone so good."<br/><br/>He was growing more bold, moving his hips against the special jounin's face, his balls lightly slapping against his chin as he forced Kakumei to take his whole length. It was simple enough for a man of his... experience. Then there was a knock on the door, and a pleasant woman's voice, muffled from behind, "Is everything alright? We're... closing early today."<br/><br/>"Oh.. ohoh!" Seiji said, looking up and licking his lips in thought, "It'll just be a few more minutes." He lowered his head back down, looking at the boy's ass as he leaned over and slipped his hand into Kakumei's pants. Squeezing his ass, Seiji whispered, "We'll have to just make this quick, eh hee?"