Konoha: The Gu Master Creates the Hokage

He smiled and closed the door.

Shizune gritted her teeth, reached out, and picked up the uniform.

Oil Girl Zhihui stood outside the door waiting.

About ten minutes later, the door was opened a crack.

"You...you can come in."

A faint, silent sound came through.

With anticipation, You Nuzhihui opened the door, and his eyes lit up.

Wearing high heels, Jingyin suddenly grew four or five centimeters taller, reaching about 1.7 meters.

She already had a perfect figure, but now she looks even taller.

The white shirt clung tightly to the woman's suit, giving it a certain curve.

Beneath the form-fitting pencil skirt were black stockings that covered her long, beautiful legs.

Oil Girl Zhihui nodded in satisfaction.

The only downside is that it lacks a quiet, sophisticated feel.

She leans more towards a youthful, girlish image than a mature, sophisticated one.

In Aburame Shiki's mind, the ideal secretary is actually Tsunade or Samui.

Because their figures are explosive enough.

It's unlikely that Tsunade will be involved at the moment.

As for Samui, she's a ninja from Kumogakure; we can just snatch her away if we get the chance.

In the original work, if it weren't for the Akatsuki organization, the five great villages would have been destined to start another Shinobi World War.

After all, so many years of hatred cannot be resolved.

Moreover, Kumogakure has always been very ambitious and wanted to annex other ninja villages.

Aburame Shiki walked toward the Hokage's desk.

As I passed by the silent room, I suddenly reached out my hand.

A crisp sound.

The full, bodycon skirt trembled and swayed, taking on a curve.

Jingyin was startled, her face turned as red as an apple, and her two long legs in black stockings retreated in panic.

"Feel sorry."

"That's what Yu Nu Zhihui said insincerely."

"..."

Shizune bit her lip, her face burning, and stood there, not daring to go forward.

You Nu Zhihui smiled and stopped teasing her, then casually picked up the documents on the table.

He glanced at it, and his expression turned serious.

This is a report on the transformation of cursed seals.

After capturing the Sound Four, Konoha spent two years researching them and had basically figured out the principle of the Cursed Seal.

This was all thanks to the slug's help.

The source of the cursed seal is Jugo, who was born with the ability to transform into a sage.

Under normal circumstances, without Shigeo, it would be impossible to conduct research.

But how can the uncontrollable Jugo compare to a slug?

Therefore, the source has been satisfactorily resolved.

The biggest problem now is the success rate.

Even Orochimaru has no solution for the time being.

In the original work, he searched everywhere for geniuses, but no more than ten people were able to successfully transform into a cursed seal.

If the success rate is this low, then the curse seal is meaningless.

Aburame Shiki's original plan was to use it on ordinary ninjas so that they would have the power to fight back when they encountered danger.

"Capture Orochimaru and use him as a tool?"

An idea popped into Yu Nu Zhihui's mind.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the second document.

We've been researching the curse seal for so long, there's no rush.

As for Orochimaru, we definitely can't let the opportunity pass us by.

After all, he is a unique talent in the ninja world.

Time flew by, and soon it was noon.

"Hokage-sama."

Shizune took a deep breath and asked, "What do you want for lunch?"

"Hokage-sama? That doesn't sound familiar."

Oil Girl Zhihui looked up at her and said, "You should just call me Zhihui."

"Yes."

Silent nodded hesitantly.

"For lunch, try the cafeteria."

Shiki Aburame had often heard Tsunade complain about the Hokage Building's cafeteria, and now he wanted to see just how bad it really was.

"Ok."

Shizune turned and walked towards the door.

A moment later, they returned with two bento boxes.

Yu Nu Zhihui opened the bento box.

It contained rice, kimchi, fried chicken nuggets, and grilled fish.

Oil Girl Zhihui picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a piece of chicken, and threw it into her mouth.

The taste was just so-so.

It's normal that Tsunade is picky and doesn't like certain foods.

After finishing her meal, Jingyin left with her lunchbox.

When she returned, she saw Yu Nu Zhihui lying on the sofa.

Do you need me to give you a massage?

After hesitating for a few seconds, Jingyin asked.

Upon hearing this, You Nuzhihui turned to look at her.

He lingered on her black stockings for a moment, then sat up and said, "Lap pillow."

"what?"

Silent was stunned.

She usually massages Tsunade, but always from behind.

"Sister Shizune, don't you want to?"

A look of disappointment appeared on You Nuzhihui's face.

Suppressing her shyness, Jingyin walked over and sat down on the sofa.

Yu Nu Zhihui turned to the side, resting his head on her black-stockinged thigh, his gaze fixed on her waist and abdomen.

He closed his eyes and soon caught a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Jingyin pursed her lips, then stretched out her slightly trembling hands to massage his head.

As a ninja, she had a keen sense of perception and could vaguely detect the breath exhaled by Aburame Shiki.

Even though she was covered by clothes, she still felt uncomfortable.

Suddenly, her body stiffened.

Oil Girl Zhihui shifted his body and pressed his face against her waist and abdomen.

Jingyin instinctively opened her mouth, but seeing that he seemed to be asleep, she ultimately didn't say anything.

As the massage continued, her face grew increasingly flushed, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her fair skin.

Half an hour later, Yu Nu Zhihui opened her eyes.

He turned around, looked at Shizune, and said, "Thank you, Shizune-neechan."

"Yes... it's what I should do."

The silence ended the torment, and she managed a smile.

"Please inform the Anbu later and have them send a few members skilled in concealment to Kirigakure."

Aburame Shiki suddenly thought of the Three-Tailed Beast and spoke up.

"Yes."

She answered silently and instinctively.

"So nice."

"It's oil-loving Zhihui," he said with a smile.

"You...you shouldn't say such strange things."

Jingyin looked away, not daring to look at him.