Reborn!

17: The Sunken Empire

Naruto sat in front of a dresser in his room with a shadow clone in front of him.

He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before snapping his fingers with a grin.

Seeming to read his mind, the shadow clone in front of him did a familiar jutsu, transforming into a young woman with a shapely body. Even so, she was not excessively well-endowed. She could even be said to have the perfect female proportions. She appeared nineteen, with long silky auburn brown hair styled in a half updo. She had a generous D-cup (this was, in fact, quite important) and slender arms and legs. Her waist was slim and she had quite the ample bottom, just enough to make any normal man drool without looking overly lascivious. She had soft delicate hands that looked like they knew no labour and her smooth milky thighs would make most men's imaginations wander. Her facial features were vaguely Caucasian, which even made her look a little exotic in comparison with other women. Her eyes were as warm as honey, her full cherry red lips just slightly pouted, giving her a rather innocent look which contrasted with her figure.

Although what was likely the most ideal woman (or the woman who appealed to the largest majority of men at the very least) stood before him naked, Naruto had no wicked or unseemly thoughts. He personally designed the beautiful form that stood in front of him, after all. Besides, he never put much stock in a person's physical appearance. He truly did not care at all what the other party looked like and did not even treat his female acquaintances any different from how he did his male ones.

He had read plenty of books and knew what flirting was (even if he did not truly understand what it meant). He simply could not even begin to comprehend just what it was about the presence of the opposite sex that other men found alluring. He could not even recall ever having a crush on anyone. There had been no one that he felt those fluffy feelings that romance novels detailed for. He had not even flirted with a girl before. The girl that he was closest to was Sakura, whom he had always viewed as a sister. He had not been popular in his academy days either. With his act as the class idiot, it would have been stranger if he was popular with the girls. If he were in their shoes, he definitely would not be interested in associating with himself either. As for what they referred to as sexual frustration, Naruto never felt it.

It was similar to how female jinchūriki did not have monthly bleedings like other women. They would not get pregnant unless they desired a child, even if they underwent intercourse. A perk of being a jinchūriki was that one's bodily functions were under their control. Thus, the hormonal changes associated with one's age hardly even affected jinchūriki. The strain that came with imprisoning the bijū within their bodies, however, was a different matter altogether. It was for that reason that jinchūriki typically live short lives.

Mito, the wife of the Shōdaime, was an Uzumaki. The Uzumaki were known for their strong life force and astounding talent in fūinjutsu and kenjutsu. An average Uzumaki clan member could easily live to the age of hundred and twenty without medical support and be a perfectly functional member of society. A member of the royal family had an even more robust bloodline and often lived to the ripe old age of two hundred. A large portion of Mito's lifespan had been exhausted to keep the Kyūbi restrained. If not for that, she would never have died in bed in such a feeble manner before the age of hundred and fifty.

Thus, Naruto never had pimples (or experienced morning wood, for that matter) in his previous life.

He thought there might be a word for his inclination, though he did not know what it was called.

"Moving on from that strange topic since it does seem that the story went on a bit of a tangent," Naruto muttered under his breath.

"The fourth wall," Mugetsu reminded Naruto.