New Harry Potter Fic
A transmigrator reborn as Damien McGonagall—the nephew of Minerva McGonagall.
Growing up beside the Marauders, Lily and Snape.
Watch as Damien becos the de-facto leader of the group and has adventures with his friends.
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"Akatsuki is troubleso, but there’s no rush." Kitazawa stroked her cheek. "Let’s finish Sasuke’s surgery first, boost his strength, and he’ll handle Akatsuki better."
"I almost forgot—Sasuke’s power already rivals theirs." Tsunade blinked, then gave a wry laugh. She’d been discounting him because of his age, but once Sasuke had awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan he was already a top‑tier shinobi—and against Akatsuki, that kind of power could make all the difference.
"It’s not just Sasuke—the others are strong too," Kitazawa said with a smile.
"All thanks to your teaching." Tsunade tilted her head up and kissed him fiercely. Only after a heated exchange did she let him go.
"One more thing." She rembered suddenly. "Jiraiya plans to head to the Land of Rain to investigate Akatsuki personally."
"No need." Kitazawa blinked. "If he’s free, he might as well co back and train Naruto."
"What could he teach Naruto?" Tsunade chuckled.
"Mount Myōboku," Kitazawa reminded her.
"The toads are decent Summoning Beasts, but I worry Naruto might be swayed by the prophecy." Tsunade agreed, but her smile faded. Jiraiya had spent his life chasing the Child of Prophecy on the Great Toad Sage’s word.
"Naruto won’t be," Kitazawa said, shaking his head. To him, the Great Toad Sage’s prophecy was optional. Naruto was still young and hard to bend, and besides—taking a contract with Mount Myōboku would be part of forming the New Konoha’s Three Sannin.
"All right." Tsunade nodded. "I’ll send soone to inform Jiraiya."
"Good." Kitazawa already understood why Jiraiya wanted to go, but knowing the original plot made it unnecessary—Jiraiya was Tsunade’s teammate, after all.
"Let’s draft a treatnt plan now." Tsunade paused, then added, "But don’t lose track of Akatsuki—update imdiately if anything happens."
Kitazawa nodded. Akatsuki had been unusually quiet lately; he planned to find Konan and press her for information when he had the ti.
[Current Mission: Help Uchiha Sasuke awaken the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.]
[Reward: Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.]
[Accept?]
For one thing, Kitazawa’s own Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan had co from the system. For another, a mission issued by the system made success far more likely—after all, a system mission couldn’t be impossible. Even if they couldn’t complete it imdiately, it could be finished later. Kitazawa knew that if it failed it would only cost them more ti; success was probable, not guaranteed.
They began to discuss details.
"Transplanting a new pair of mangekyo will inevitably cause a surge in ocular power," Tsunade mused. "Sasuke’s body will likely take a shock; we have to be careful about that."
"That’s indeed a problem," Kitazawa agreed, "especially since Sasuke is still young and his body hasn’t reached its peak."
The thought of Naruto crossed Kitazawa’s mind. Uchiha Madara had taken a piece of Senju Hashirama’s flesh at the Valley of the End; with it he gained Wood Release and eventually awakened the Rinnegan. That "flesh" had essentially been Hashirama’s chakra—Madara’s Yin release combined with Hashirama’s Yang under special circumstances to produce the Rinnegan. What, then, if Sasuke received Naruto’s chakra? Rinnegan-level change was too far to assu, but Naruto’s chakra would certainly benefit the Mangekyo Sharingan. Like Obito, Sasuke might be able to use Mangekyo techniques repeatedly, and his physical stamina would increase as well.
"I can help solve this problem," Kitazawa said half-seriously. "During this period, I’ll put Sasuke through special training."
"All right then." Tsunade didn’t object and the two continued to refine the plan.
Night fell in the blink of an eye. "Let’s call it a day," Kitazawa said, glancing at the ti.
"Discussing this treatnt plan is more tiring than going to work," Tsunade complained, stretching.
"I’ll help you relax tonight," Kitazawa added with a wink. Tsunade paused, then smiled—she wasn’t embarrassed; she was looking forward to it.
"Ti to go ho, Tsunade-sensei." Kitazawa took her wrist and, smiling, used the Flying Thunder God. They reappeared at the Senju clan compound.
"Kurenai isn’t back yet?" Tsunade asked, scanning the living room.
"Nope," Kitazawa replied. Since Kurenai’s film departnt had been established she had gone to the Land of Snow; it had already been a week.
"I’ll go to the Land of Snow tomorrow to check on things," Kitazawa added.
Tsunade nodded—without Kurenai there to share the load, tonight would be another long one.
Before long Shizune, Rina, and Karin returned ho. After dinner Tsunade announced calmly, "Kitazawa and I are going to discuss the treatnt plan—don’t disturb us."
"What treatnt plan?" Shizune asked, curious. Usually a treatnt plan was drawn up before surgery, but Tsunade and Kitazawa rarely needed one—their skills were that good. Hearing them suddenly making a plan together surprised Shizune.
"It’s like this," Kitazawa said briefly.
Shizune and Rina were now high-level Konoha officials; it was safe to tell them about the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
"All right, no more wasting ti."
When Kitazawa finished, Tsunade rose and went upstairs.
"You two go ahead; we’ll wash the dishes," Shizune called after them.
Kitazawa followed Tsunade inside. The mont he stepped through the door, she grabbed his hand, hauled him toward the bed, and shoved him down.
Taken by surprise, he tumbled onto the mattress. He wasn’t angry; what t his eyes was breathtaking. Tsunade’s clothes slid away; she stood nude before him. A faint blush ward her cheeks, her gaze was sultry, and an effortless sensuality radiated from her.
"Weren’t we going to discuss the treatnt plan?" Kitazawa asked with a grin.
"Isn’t this a discussion?" Tsunade replied, slipping beneath the covers.
"True—deep communication counts as discussion," he said, wrapping his arms around her warm body.
Tsunade sat up, thighs tight as she shifted. She glanced down at him, montarily frowning before easing into a satisfied smile. "Where shall we start the discussion?" she asked.
Kitazawa’s hands settled on her hips, reluctant to move. "No idea," she murmured, eyes closing.
"Then let’s chat about whatever," he said, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
Their conversation soon dissolved into playful nonsense; Tsunade began to moan babble, and the nonsense was impossible to follow.
The next morning, Friday, Kitazawa opened his eyes to Tsunade’s fair skin. "Tsunade-sensei," he said, pinching her nose.
"Mmm... let sleep a bit more..." she murmured, then caught his hand and tucked it between her ample breasts. Warmth and softness t his palm. He hesitated, then chose not to wake her—he knew she couldn’t really sleep in.
"Lady Tsunade!" Shizune’s voice rang from below.
"I heard you! Stop nagging!" Tsunade shouted back.
Kitazawa chuckled.
"What’s so funny?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "It’s your fault!"
"You’re right, it is," he admitted easily.
Tsunade blinked, caught between irritation and amusent—after all, she’d been the one to drag him off for last night’s "discussion." She sat up, letting strips of pale skin air out as she stretched, unfazed by the chill. Catching Kitazawa’s stare, she smiled with a hint of triumph—she’d done it on purpose. He liked the view, she didn’t mind the attention; it was mutually beneficial.
"You’d better go," she said, lightly nipping his lip, "so Shizune won’t get suspicious."
"Mm." Kitazawa nodded, dressed, and used the Flying Thunder God to return to his room.
After breakfast he and Tsunade left the house together for a while, then parted ways. Kitazawa arrived at the Ninja Academy and called for Sasuke and Naruto.
"Kitazawa-sensei," the two greeted in unison.
"Naruto," Kitazawa said, holding out a hand, "channel so yang release chakra."
Puzzled but obedient, Naruto placed his hand above Kitazawa’s and poured out Yang Release Chakra.
"That’s enough for now—stop," Kitazawa said. Naruto withdrew his hand.
"Sasuke, don’t resist," Kitazawa told Sasuke.
Sasuke looked at him in question. Kitazawa simply guided Naruto’s Yang Release Chakra into Sasuke’s body. Sasuke tensed for a mont, then relaxed as warm chakra flowed through him.
Kitazawa’s brows lifted. Transplanting Hashirama Senju’s cells was notoriously dangerous—Hashirama’s cells carried intense vitality and a fierce aggressiveness. Naruto’s Yang Release Chakra, by contrast, was gentle. Still, rely injecting Yang chakra wasn’t enough. Concentrating, Kitazawa began to activate and harmonize the Yang chakra within Sasuke.
Sasuke let out a muffled grunt as the once-placid warmth burst into life, stirring sothing within him. Had it been anyone else, he might already have struck, but this sensation was different: lively, not chaotic. His body felt pleasantly warm, like soaking in a hot spring—utterly comfortable.
After five minutes Kitazawa stopped. Under his guidance, the portion of Naruto’s Yang Release Chakra had fully rged with Sasuke’s body. Kitazawa activated his Byakugan and examined Sasuke from head to toe. The change was subtle but detectable: Sasuke’s physical strength had risen a bit.
Kitazawa gave a small, satisfied nod. His hypothesis held. As fellow reincarnations of Ashura’s chakra, Naruto and Hashirama produced similar effects, though Hashirama was an extre case—far more intense, especially when combined with Wood Release. Kitazawa suspected so atavism was showing; as a Senju descendant, a throwback wasn’t unexpected.
"Sasuke, do you know what activation ans?" Kitazawa asked, watching the Uchiha’s puzzled look.
"I do." Sasuke nodded. "When Kakashi-sensei taught Lightning Release: Chidori, he explained it."
"Good. Chidori involves activating lightning release chakra."
For a mont Kitazawa’s mind flicked to Lightning Release chakra mode. In a way Sasuke really was well suited to learn a ninjutsu-body technique.
"Today I’ll teach you to activate Yang Release Chakra," he said. "Once you master it, you can use Naruto’s Yang Release chakra to strengthen yourself."
"Huh?" Sasuke’s eyes widened. "Why would I use Naruto’s Yang Release Chakra?"
"No problem!" Naruto flashed a thumbs-up. "I’ll gladly share my power of youth with you!"
"If you think that’s unfair, you can give Naruto so of your yin release chakra," Kitazawa added.
He thought of the original story—the wondrous effects of Senju Hashirama’s cells, and the note that the Rinnegan could awaken when an Indra-reincarnation transplanted the flesh or cells of an Ashura-reincarnation. But what about the other way around? Kitazawa decided it was worth trying. Maybe it could grant Naruto so sort of variant eye.
"But..." Sasuke hesitated. The training felt strange to him.
"No ti to waste—let’s start now." Kitazawa cleared his throat and spoke sternly. After an hour of instruction, he left the rest to his shadow clone; other matters needed his attention.
In an instant he was beside Kurenai. He blinked at his surroundings—this wasn’t the Snow Country palace but a tent.
"How did you get here?" Kurenai asked, surprised.
"Ca to see you, of course." Kitazawa smiled. He’d placed a Flying Thunder God mark on her earlier. "How are things here? When can you head back?"
"Koyuki Kazahana introduced to several film crews," Kurenai replied. "I plan to pick a good one to shoot Konoha’s first movie." She smiled. "About another week. Co pick up next week."
"All right." Kitazawa ruffled her hair. "I’ll be on ti."
"Are you busy right now?" she asked, then leaned down and brushed her soft tongue across his finger. Without a word he scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
Only after lunch did he leave the Snow Country. Rather than return to Konoha, he went to the Akatsuki hideout.
Konan, seated on the sofa, stood at once when she saw him; she kept to her room whenever possible, wary of being discovered by Nagato. Kitazawa stepped closer and brushed a quick kiss across her lips. "Have you eaten?"
"No." Konan paused. "Not hungry."
"I made a bento—want so?" He produced a lunchbox.
"Mm." Konan nodded.
"Shall I feed you?" he asked, eyeing her moist lips.
"Mm." Her face stayed cool; even the hint of pleasure was carefully contained. Kitazawa opened the bento, picked up a fried shrimp with his chopsticks, and held it to her mouth. She took it and chewed slowly.
"How’s the Akatsuki lately?" he asked between bites.
"Recruiting," Konan answered.
Kitazawa’s mind filled in the gaps. The Akatsuki had been short-handed; he’d even helped recruit Miyashiro En, and they’d already captured Sasori. It still wasn’t enough. Either they’d keep recruiting or Nagato himself would operate the Six Paths of Pain. In the original story many jinchuriki were taken by the Six Paths—Five-Tails’ Han and Six-Tails’ Utakata among them. Konoha would probably be last.
Kitazawa gave a soft exclamation. Before Pain struck Konoha, he might attack the Hidden Cloud. After all, the Cloud guarded both Nii Yugito and Killer B; without Nagato himself, other Akatsuki mbers had already struggled to capture them.
He didn’t care much for Kumogakure’s fate. What mattered more was his system mission—forming the new Konoha sannin. Maybe, he thought, there would be an opportunity for Uchiha Sasuke to make a na for himself.
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New Harry Potter Fic
A transmigrator reborn as Damien McGonagall—the nephew of Minerva McGonagall.
Growing up beside the Marauders, Lily and Snape.
Watch as Damien becos the de-facto leader of the group and has adventures with his friends.
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