First of all, this story was made without the help of AI. Because that is something that deserves to be said now-a-days.
Second, this has futa. It also has furry elements in it and future chapters will have incest as well, just so you know,
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Out in the East, in a land that first saw the sun rise, in a world where the occult was a fact of life, stood a Kinochi, a ninja woman, in front of her lord.
The Daimyo of the Set lands wasn't particularly powerful as great lords came, but that was only because he had only recently secured his seat. Victory vanquished dishonor, as the saying went, and the Daimyo WAS victorious over his brother.
But only just.
It had taken a great deal of blood and cost the Set Clan a quarter of its Samurai houses. A miniature civil war, in short, happening all just within one Damiyo house. But one of its greatest losses would never really be known outside Daimyo Kushi's castle.
Because it was one that Hina had carried out herself.
At 21 years of age, and at 5 feet and 3 inches, she wasn't particularly tall or small by the standards of most. Without making up to obscure her features, though, the great beauty that her clan had accidentally bred into their ninjas showed through. Because while her eyes were commonly dark, they were big and round. Her cheeks were soft, her chin was slim, her nose was pert and her eyebrows were two round dots below her brow.
But the hypersexuality of her body had been a deliberate thing.
Without the clothes to hide away how proficient a mother she could be, her big ass and wide hips were easy to see. Yes, despite her bowing on her knees.
What her position emphaized, however, where her tits.
Her huge, humongous tits.
It might have been kinder to call the chestly companion of women simply "breasts", but Hina was perfectly aware of who she was and what she had. Given her mammaries were more than TWICE as big as her head, and weighed about 20 pounds each, the word "tits" very much fit them.
Her arms and thighs did not show the common outgrowth of muscle that those who openly practiced the blade did, but that was because her clan made up their slight bodies with the mystical arts. Obscure Ki techniques that made oni out of each of them if the moment need arise.
Which it did, during the innerclan civil war.
Hina did have quite the notable thighs, though, and her abdominals were quite defined. A slight, if noticeable, departure from her clan's "ideal" body type, but that would hardly have been the biggest objection they'd have to her.
After all, she was the one who killed all of them, hah.
"We appreciate your sacrifice, Hina-san," the man who was now Daimyo said with all the gravity the situation demanded. As if he had been the one to convince her of it, "So I hope you know that my words were not empty and that the Hia clan WILL rise again."
"Under me and mine, Set-osama?" Hina asked. It was the original agreement, of course, but these sorts of things just had to be confirmed.
"I will not lie and say that the Set at this time couldn't use the service of your shinobi," Kushi allowed, "But reducing the Hia to one was precisely the service we needed from you, so I will choose to believe in the future."
"Your reward is thus one of duty!" the Daimyo said, "To go and remake the Hai under yourself."
"We order you to take the time that you need, we entrust all means in your hands, and we give you all Hai properties and lands to do just that." The Daimyo nodded to himself as, at long last, what Hina had been working for had come.
"This Hina will not disappoint." Hina bowed and, as far as the Daimyo was concerned, she disappeared from in front of him.
"That's one matter taken care of..." she heard him whisper as she made out of her lord's castle, the eyes of other ninja under his retinue making sure she wouldn't go anywhere but out.
It's just as well; if they saw how wide her smile got or how much glee she finally showed, well, the ninja would not judge her for killing her whole family. And they certainly wouldn't judge her for being happy at being rewarded.
Actually, they WOULD judge her for breaking the cold professionalism expected of their trade in showing any emotion for any reason at all where others could see her. But contrary to what others believed, she was no fool. She knew exactly who she could afford to show emotions to and which of those at that. She was good at reading people.
So she would take their judgment and let it slide off her like rain. It was just more of the drivel that she had to grow up with, after all:
"Oh, Hina, we do not fuck our targets AFTER they have been captured!"
"No, Hina, we do not fuck the people that we are protecting even IF they are cute and are open to it."
"No, Hina, no other kunoichi in the clan has to do the contraceptive jutsu except you. Why you wonder? Because we know you!"
"Hina, for the last time, if someone is not related to your job, you can't disguise yourself as their spouse for a night!"
Hina stifled a sniff as she ran back home.
So unfair.
But, ah, it didn't matter now, did it?
She was the Kage of her Clan now.
And her Lord had said so himself, hadn't he? She had to remake her clan.
And it was up to her to determine how...exactly that might be done.
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Ki was a simple yet hard to grasp force.
It came from those that lived, but not from those who came from the umbral depths that dwelt between the world and Lord Yama's throne. It was used by those with either talent or proper education, but hidden from almost all. But the benefits were obvious to all.
It allowed incredible feats of physicality, like some Samurai houses were famed for.
Or esoteric works like Shinobi Clans could do.
The ability to kill and fight was the foremost important use for it for the noble warriors, but being able to move fast, to move unseen, was a greater utility for those who fought in shadows.
But they were all fools.
Having both the talent AND the proper education to use Ki, only Hina saw the proper potential that it had. Not to kill, necessarily, or to backstab, but to change herself and not just in disguise.
To truly shape her body in ways that it was not meant for.
They called her a disgrace!
They called her perverted!
They just could not see what she saw! So what if she got off to it? It shouldn't have mattered if it worked!
Bah!
Well, what she was about to do, where she was going now, would prove her point at last.
Out here in the world, outside the wizened clan halls, knowledge could be freely tested and applied. And while peasants would be missed by no one if something happened to them, there were always more interesting beings to target.
Like Oni.
While most Oni were horrors to the countryside, the great and vast majority of them were not beholden to the king of hell's employ. So they roamed about.
They possessed no ki, yet were living, breathing engines of destruction if left to feed their various and vast hungers. They could be calculating and cold, or they could be aggressive and brutal. Many could hold conversations if the whim struck, yet safety could never be guaranteed in their presence.
Yet, there was always something one could gain through their existence.
Hina wasn't the first to determine that Oni blood would help those in her trade, and that path was well trodden even by a select few of her ancestors, the lucky bitches.
No, the 4-foot-tall Oni she sought today, who was more afraid of his own shadow than he was a threat at large, wasn't why she wanted to be Kage.
It was the ancient Jutsu that she had spent years modifying to unlock its true power that made him a good first target. Because, even as she watched him from afar, she could tell he would be a good first test.
Turning the right shapes in her hand, the right signs that shaped her Ki into something MORE, she slapped her own stomach and very nearly gave herself away to her target.
The delicious pain that she felt in her womb as a tattoo appeared on her naked flesh almost made her moan, but she had absolute control of herself, never mind what others said.
