Naruto: Reborn as Sakura with Manyuu Chifusa Template Chapter 573: The Human-Faced Spider and The Cry For Help

Now, the only ones who had yet to introduce themselves were the pair from Tsuchigumo Village, and honestly, Sakura had no idea what to expect from them. All she knew about them was that the Third Hokage had once had business dealings with their village, granting them Konoha's protection in exchange for labelling their ultimate technique kinjutsu and sealing it away.

"Well t, Lady Sixth, it is an honour to et the youngest Hokage in history," said the tall man, a hint of a mocking smile drawing across his lips as he pressed a hand to his chest and bowed slightly. "I am called Shiranami; leader of the Tsuchigumo clan and head of the Magaki rcenary Group… perhaps you have heard of us?"

Sakura found herself taking an instant dislike to the man.

Shiranami had those squinty, ito eyes that shifty characters often possessed. Sakura did not care much for the Itachi-like creases on his face, nor for the thin smile that never quite left his lips, which made him seem as though there was not a thing in the world he took seriously. She liked his cropped top even less, which showcased his rippling abs.

If she weren't a girl, she would have clearly defined abs as well, damn it!

"I'm afraid not," Sakura said tactfully. "And your companion is…?"

"Oh, her? That's Hotaru-chan; she's the core of our clan's ultimate technique," Shiranami said disdainfully. "I can't bla you for not knowing of it, your Third Hokage had our previous clan leader seal it away, so the glory of the Tsuchigumo clan naturally faded with ti… I would love to demonstrate, but I would rather not wipe the Hidden Leaf Village off the map… after all, we're all here to engage in jolly cooperation, aren't we?"

While her other guests each displayed varying degrees of grimness, as befitted those who were about to go to war and perhaps die, Shiranami looked quite eager, almost as though he were a child looking forward to playing with a new toy.

Sakura glanced at Hotaru.

The blonde girl's forehead was rather large, much like Sakura's own, but her downcast eyes were lifeless, like those of a dead fish. Hotaru looked as though nothing would please her more than to drop dead then and there…

Even with her eyes closed, Sakura would still have been able to tell how upset she was, thanks to her keen sense of sll. Hotaru's body was emitting chemical signals indicating that she was incredibly distressed, like a call for help that only Sakura could hear.

Sakura wasn't the only one to have noticed the young girl's dismay; Natsuhi also looked as though she wanted to say sothing, but in the end, she remained silent. She and her son Sumaru had their own problems to contend with, and the affairs of other villages had nothing to do with them. The Hidden Star was fiercely isolationist, so they were by nature disinclined to pry… even though Hotaru reminded Natsuhi of Hotarubi, her husband who had died from complications arising from the star training.

"I can sense nature energy from her," Sakura said, filling the awkward silence with her voice. "Is she perhaps an Honoured Sage?"

Shiranami laughed.

"Nothing quite so grandiose, I'm afraid," he explained. "You can just think of Hotaru as a tool that accumulates chakra from nature to help cast my jutsu; no more, no less."

Utatane Koharu's words echoed in Sakura's mind.

A ninja is a political tool, nothing more, nothing less.

Had Naruto been here, Sakura was certain he would have had plenty to say to Shiranami's face, most of it rude. He was never afraid to speak his mind, but Sakura was not in any position to turn potential allies into enemies. If she did not want to send genin and children to the front lines, she would take all the help she could get, even if it ca from distasteful types like Orochimaru or this Shiranami fellow.

In any case, Tsuchigumo Village was not as simple as it first appeared. They were almost certainly in possession of a sage's legacy or inheritance that didn't belong to any of the Three Big Unexplored Sage Regions. She would have to keep a close eye on these two.

"Well, thank you all once again for coming," Sakura said, rising to her feet and draining her cup of tea in one gulp. "My assistant, Nara Shikaku, will be here montarily with your battlefield assignnts, so if you have any preferences or require any special accommodations, feel free to share them with him then."

And with that, Sakura bid farewell to the foreign legion volunteers and wished them good luck, but as she started down the stairs back to her office, her knees buckled. Without warning, she was gripped by a bout of vertigo, and for a fraction of a second, her vision went black.

Too heavy up top due to her curvy figure, she lost her balance and pitched forwards, just barely managing to catch herself on the railing. Gripping the banister so tightly that her knuckles turned white, she remained frozen there, breathing heavily until the dizzy spell passed.

"What the…?" Sakura gasped as the world ca back into focus. Blood flowed freely from her seven orifices, dripping onto her fat breasts and staining her dress. "I was completely fine a mont ago…"

Now that her human factor had dropped under 75%, her body didn't know what it wanted to be any more. Her DNA was sending her cells conflicting ssages, and the longer she stayed like this, the more the errors would compound, until her body failed her completely…

This wasn't the ti to go chasing after Naruto, Sasuke and Kakashi. Although they were missing in action, they were more than strong enough to handle themselves. Her own body was falling apart, and she wouldn't be able to save anyone until she fixed her own problems.

She needed breasts, and she needed them now!

Instead of heading back to her office, Sakura made a beeline for the village's broadcasting studio near the Hokage Residence. It was where she and Naruto often perford their little radio show to entertain and inform the public, for the omake at the end of each episode, after the credits rolled. From there, she would be able to communicate with the entire village through the public address system!

Sakura settled herself into the broadcasting booth and began twiddling her thumbs as the operator in the neighbouring room readied the equipnt. A few seconds later, the operator gave her a thumbs up through the glass, and the [On Air] indicator flashed red.

"My fellow villagers, ask not what the Hidden leaf can do for you— ask what you can do for the Hidden Leaf!" Sakura spoke with conviction into the microphone. "The Hokage needs your breasts, if you can spare them!"

Within minutes, a line of grannies, fatties, and busty won had ford outside the studio. As Sakura stepped outside to greet them, her only thought was that the Third Hokage's propaganda was truly terrifying!

"Scary…!"