After reluctantly taking the seat across from the heterochromatic woman, the first thing Nobu asked was, "Where's Yui...?" with a hostile look on his face.

"Mmm...it's no wonder you almost got played the fool by Haruko. Your way of speaking is unsuited to someone in your position. It would be fine if you possessed genuine power. However, unless you officially returned to the Oda Clan, your identity cannot protect you from everything."

Furrowing his brows even deeper, Nobu unhesitantly replied, "I don't care about things like that. If some random asshat wants to kill me, that's their own problem. This world is already fucked three-ways from civility so why should I give a damn what some cunt with too much power decides to do with it? I'm not going to lower my head and play the part of a bitch just become some faggot with a god complex thinks I should worship the ground they walk on."

"..."

Rather than respond to Nobu's words, the silver-haired woman started making tea using the items that had been arranged on the table. This left the former with a severe expression on his face, brow twitching as he balled his hands into fists. He knew he wasn't a match for the surprisingly youthful-looking granny sitting in front of him but that didn't mean he would tolerate being ignored.

As that thought crossed his mind, Nobu rose to his feet and said, "Fine. I'll look for her myself..." in a tone inspired by a certain purple-faced Titan. To his confusion, the woman made no attempt to stop him. Instead, she continued to slowly and methodically prepare tea, her eyes focused on the task at hand as she stated, "Good luck, Waka-chan." before following it up with an inaudible, "You're going to need it..."

While wondering what the fuck a Waka-chan was, Nobu began roaming the curiously empty halls of the Japanese-style house. The aroma of wood originating from the immaculately polished floors was surprisingly pleasant to his senses. He could also detect a hint of fruit and what he believed to be perfume, but, rather than seek out the source, he turned a few corners before silently muttering, "These halls look exactly the same..."

Having observed this trope countless times in the fiction from his world, Nobu ripped off a piece of his already tattered tunic before tossing it to the side. He was intending to use this to confirm his suspicions, but, the moment the piece of cloth hit the ground, it disappeared completely.

"What the fuck...?"

Squatting down, Nobu pat around the area a few times to see if he could find the discarded piece of cloth. At the exact same moment, unbeknownst to him, the figure of a beautiful woman wearing a flowery pink kimono appeared right behind him, silently scrutinizing him with her honey-colored eyes.

Feeling a chill run through his body, Nobu rose to his feet, but, even after turning around, all he saw was endless corridors extending in both directions. There weren't even any turns along the path any longer. Instead, it was a single, contiguous, hallway that ostensibly stretched into eternity.

"Is this a genjutsu...?"

Though Naruto was one of his top five most hated anime, Nobu didn't hesitate to raise his left arm to his mouth and bite it. Unfortunately, like most rational human beings, it was very difficult to force himself to bite with enough force to draw blood. The average person's bite strength was more than enough to tear away chunks of flesh from their fellow humans, but, due to mental blocks bordering on instinct, actually accomplishing this was nigh-impossible.

Fearing that he might inadvertently take a chunk out of his arm if he bit down with too much force, Nobu decided to do what's called a pro-gamer move. More specifically, he channeled the unbridled fury gamers were able to achieve when faced with unfair circumstances and game crashes. This was such a powerful emotion that there had been examples of people punching through their computer monitors, so, with that same mentality, Nobu reared back his hand and began striking the wall with the fury of an American that had just lost an international gaming competition.

With the surrounding walls being formed from little more than woven bamboo flanked by plaster, it was surprisingly easy to crack through them. Nobu even began to develop the notion that he might be able to smash his way out, but, the moment he retracted his hand, now sporting a tear between his middle and ring fingers, the wall immediately repaired itself.

"Oh, come on! That's some bullshit...!"

Believing wholeheartedly that someone was fucking with him, Nobu confirmed that the corridor still went on forever before cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting, "Yui! Yuriko..!" at the top of his lungs. He didn't genuinely expect them to answer, but, seeing no other way out of his current predicament, it was worth a shot.

Nearly giving him a heart attack, a soft voice immediately answered, "Even if you scream twice as loud, no one will hear you..."

Spinning around as fast as he could, Nobu's mind blanked when he saw the same empty hallway as before. Then, as if taunting him, a bell-like laugh could be heard echoing from numerous directions before the same voice as before, now sounding in his left ear, whispered, "Wandering the halls of a kunoichi mansion without an escort...only the Lord of the Oda Clan is allowed to be so brazen. You might look like him, but you are most certainly not Lord Senken..."

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Feeling a fragrant breath tickle his ear, Nobu attempted to grab backward with his left hand while still looking ahead. He actually expected to catch empty air, so, when his palm suddenly smacked a remarkably soft surface, his body immediately tensed up as the voice whispered, "Naughty boy..." in a mind-numbing peal.

Though others might have attempted to retract their hand, Nobu did the exact opposite by trying to grasp the fabric as he spun around. Unfortunately, at nearly that exact same moment, his hand felt as though it was trying to close around a solid piece of metal, and, by the time he managed to turn around, the person he was expecting was already long gone.

Now inhaling quickly due to the anxiety and frustration he was feeling, a cold sensation began to gradually spread through Nobu's mind as he backed against the wall. His brain was being flushed with excess oxygen, and, as a result of the lack of CO2, he began to feel lightheaded to the point that his vision began to darken along the edges. At the same time, however, almost as if he was looking through a fish-eye lens, the darker regions of his vision revealed what appeared to be a completely unassuming corridor and a predominately pink woman standing just a few feet away...

Without looking directly at the woman, Nobu covered his eyes and attempted to focus on his breathing. This caused the woman in question to sensually inquire, "Oh my...is the lost lamb of the Oda Clan actually afraid? Ufufufufufufu~"

Recognizing the woman's speech pattern, combined with the predominately pink, Nobu began to gradually calm down as he asked, "Are you Shizune's mother...?"

Since she hadn't revealed herself to him just yet, the mature pinkette found herself at a genuine loss for words. She was the Elder responsible for tabulating information within the village so she had already learned about what happened following Yuriko's report. She hadn't appreciated the fact that Nobu had bullied her daughter, so, even if it was just for a short while, she intended to return the favor before disappearing without a trace...

Deciding to feign ignorance, the pink-haired beauty, now disguising her voice as several different people, asked, "Shizune? Isn't that the daughter of the Information Elder? You think she and I are related~?"

Surprising the aforementioned beauty quite a bit, Nobu removed his hands from his eyes, staring directly at her as he asked, "Are you telling me it's a coincidence you laugh in the same manner and have the same fucking hair and face...?"

Blinking several times in surprise, the pinkette took a few steps to the side in order to confirm that Nobu was, indeed, looking at her. Then, with a far more effective smile than the one her daughter had practiced, she took advantage of the fact he was standing against the wall, instantly reducing the distance between them before answering, "It's no wonder my daughter took an interest in you. You truly are special..."

Without any pause or hesitation in her movements, the pink-haired woman slipped her right hand under Nobu's shirt before bringing it up to caress his chest. At the same time, her left leg slipped between his thighs, gingerly nuzzling his not-so-little brother as she added, "I can assure you that I'm over the age of eighteen...won't you allow me to apologize on my daughter's behalf? It's been quite some time since I was active, but I can assure you I'm among the more talented members of the Clan..."

Unlike Shizune, who practically drowned herself in perfumes and oils, Nobu noticed that the woman in front of him smelled, simply put, intoxicating. He didn't really know how to describe it but it was like her aroma was invading his nose before soaking directly into his mind. Thus, despite intending to push her away, he found his hands cupping her butt, forcing the petite woman to the tips of her toes and drawing their faces close enough that she was able to surprise him with a playful lick...

Taking advantage of Nobu's momentary pause, the pinkette licked her own lips this time before asking, "I take it this is your way of saying yes? You're not going to change your mind later on, are you~?"

As if he had been liberated from some kind of spell, Nobu ceased fingering the woman through her kimono, his pupils shrinking as he asked, "Did you fucking drug me...?"

Adopting a convincing pout, so much so that Nobu actually felt guilty for doubting her, the woman asked, "Do you think so little of my beauty? Such tricks are the sorts used by inexperienced kunoichi without the confidence to subdue their target using more...direct methods. No. What you're feeling is the instinctual desire that drives men to try and subdue powerful women. Your body instinctually recognizes me as a suitable mate due to the difference in our cultivation bases and the quantity of Yin Elemental Energy circulating in my aura. In other words...you're in heat right now...desperate to impregnate a woman whose daughter is nearly as old as you are...ufufufufufu~"

Regretting the fact he hadn't interrupted her halfway through her unexpectedly long explanation, Nobu fought desperately against the fire raging in his body, stating, "Don't fuck with me..." through gritted teeth. This earned him a confused yet undisguised look of intrigue from the mature beauty, who, surprisingly, obeyed his command. Before Nobu could breathe a sigh of relief, however, she mused, "How fascinating..." before casually tugging the cord keeping her obi in place.

Like most women who wore kimonos, the pink-haired beauty forwent the use of undergarments beneath her flowery pink robes. As a result, Nobu's brain buzzed as he stared blankly at her truly breathtaking figure. He had actually had a preference for older women ever since he was a kid, so, while Shizune had failed to shake his heart, her mother managed to deal a critical blow to both his heart and his psyche.

"I won't touch you. Instead, I will simply stand here and allow you to touch me at your leisure. Show me. I want to see if you can truly suppress the animalistic instincts that have driven men to become the bane of women worldwide..."

Though he wanted little more than to ravish the half-naked beauty exposing herself to him without any intention of resisting, Nobu managed to remain in place, supported by the wall behind him as he stated through gritted teeth, "Fuck...off..."

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(A/N: Man, someone needs to build a lake or something on this mountain...)