Chapter 3: Ashwood Chapter 2 – Sarada Uchiha

"A dungeon! To think Xphargos would have a dungeon appear right after the new City-Lord took the reign of the city."

"I know, right! The poor sap has bad luck," Another man laughed in the rowdy bar. There were people from many places. Xphargos was at the surrounded by sea from all sides.

"Oye, look over there."

"Hm," One of the four sitting on this table leaned back, looking at the little girl wearing a sleeveless, buttoned dull red dress bound by a yellow tied and a white belt. She wore white bandages underneath. She also wore a black fingerless glove on her right hand, and a black arm warmer on her left arm, and a pair of black ankle-length, open-toed high-heeled sandals with wooden soles. He narrowed his eyes, "since when were kids invited in this bar."

"You want to mess with her?"

"Haha, we shouldn't."

"How could we not," the tall, muscular one stood up, stroking his bald head. He stepped forward, towering over the little girl. He leaned forward, placing his arm on the table, "Hey—"

"Go away," He didn't even know who was the only who told him that. All he knew it wasn't the girl in front of her. His body nearly got hurled back when a palm touched his back, stopping him in place.

"Can you not make a mess in my bar?"

"Sorry, Miss Tifa," Sarada apologised to the woman with long black hair and ruby eyes, wearing a white tank top and a black leather skirt over stocking. She nervously watched Tifa, who kindly smiled at her, dragging the man who was about to intimidate her.

"No need for you to apologise, Sarada. The one who should apologise," Tifa narrowed her glowing ruby eyes. She slammed the head of the man on the bar table, leaning forward, scarily looking at the woman in green haori, "don't you have something to say? You sow?"

The woman wearing green haori raised her eyes, looking at brawler, "just keep pouring me my drinks and I won't kill you."

'Ugh, not these two too,' Sarada covered his face. During her travels, she had met more than a few of the women like them. They were all crazy to say the least. Those who hadn't gone crazy, they were so for a different reason entirely. In her case, she was had Sharingan that absorbed heightened negative emotions. Because of that, she hadn't gone crazy like them.

'I need to kill that man before they finally lose it,' Sarada nodded in determination.

"Sarada! We are leaving! Are you coming with us?"

"Yes!" Sarada waved her hand at the group of four, jumping down her stool, "Lady Tsunade. Miss Tifa. I will leave with them."

"Going to the dungeon? Oh well. I plan to dive next week," Tifa nodded, dropping the man on the ground, wiping the blood off her palm, "try to torture him first before killing him."

'Uh,' Sarada had no idea what kind of person Tifa was. But sometimes she acted kindly, and seeing how Lady Tsunade differed from the rumours, 'they are likely affected as well.'

Tsunade leaned back, taking two scrolls out of her cleavage, "Here. I prepared these for you."

"These are?"

"Byakugou – Strength of Hundred Technique. You should have enough Talent Points to Level it up. Learn it and level it before reaching him. With the progress of your Sharingan, you should be able to take him out. And the other is the techniques how you can use medical ninjutsu to torture a person. At least reach number 7 before you kill him."

Sarada was overjoyed over getting the technique, but it was cut short hearing about the torture techniques. She wanted to say goodbye to Tifa, but she couldn't find the woman. She looked around, only to find her talking to the group she was going to travel with. When she was worried, Tifa walked back with a smile on her lips, "don't worry. They will wait a while. Come with me. I will give you something too."

"Y-Yes," Sarada looked back at her friends, getting pulled forward by Tifa who had her arm on her back. She took her above the stairs, opening the locked door, and when they were on the other side…Tifa pushed her against the door, "Miss Tifa."

"Yes?" Tifa leaned in, stroking Sarada's cheek, brushing her thumb over the girl's lips. She raised Sarada's chin, pressing her arm beside her head. She planted a kiss on her lips. She pressed her lush red lips against Sarada's thin ones, forcing herself on the girl, devouring her lips. She pushed her tongue inside the moaning girl, placing her palm on her hips, gripping her cute ass.

Tifa lifted the girl up, pressing her against the door, leisurely kissing her lips, playing with her tongue while she whimpered in her arms. She glanced towards the nearby door, on her right, and she took a step back. She walked over, opening the door to one room. She threw Sarada on the bed, looking at her, stripping her with her eyes while she licked her lips, "I almost don't want to let you go?"

"Tifa-sama…" Sarada looked away from Tifa, carrying a blush on her cheek. Her heart was in her throat from the nervousness. The mature woman pressed down on her, looking into her eyes while she slid her hands inside her clothes. Tifa's finger slid down her stomach, to her thighs, pulling up her red dress, cupping the young girl's mound. She stroked her hot and puffy lips, rubbing her middle finger on the wet slit, pushing her finger inside.

Tifa pushed her finger in and out of her, watching her take small gasps, moan. Sarada parted her lips, gasping, arching her back. She twisted her arm, gripping the bedsheet when Tifa couldn't take anymore. She pulled her up, burying her face between the girl's thighs. She lapped her tongue on the young cunt, giving her little thrusts of her tongue.

Sarada squealed, getting pushed by Tifa's mouth. She gripped the mature woman's head, gripping her hair, "ahhh~!! Tifa-sama~!!!"

Tifa narrowed her eyes with a smile. She growled in the girl's pussy, taking her outer lip in her mouth, sucking it with animal passion. She grabbed her clit while pulling it, sending Sarada's body in spasms. She knew the girl was close to cumming. She got on her knees and turned Sarada on her tummy.

Sarada squealed in surprise, but the next moment she spread her legs for her, grinding her ass against Tifa's hips. Tifa moaned on her, biting down the back on her neck, grinding her hips harder as the girl raised her ass, "I can't get enough of you~!!!"

"Tifa-sama~!!! Moree~!! Morreeee~!!"

"God~! You are my little favourite pet~!" Tifa got rougher, slapping her hips against the girl, who squealed in delight.

"Yess~! Yess!! I belong to Tifa-sama~!!!!"

Tifa turned her upside down, sitting on the girl's mouth, shoving her face inside her snatch. Her tongue rammed in her push, and her fingers shoved inside her ass, fingering her. The girl under get couldn't even talk anymore, just making a lot of noises. Her ass gripped Tifa's fingers, her pussy throbbing around her tongue.

Sarada cried out in pleasure from the deep thrusts of Tifa's tongue and finger. She was being crushed by her heavy, tight body; her lips pressed against those sexy abs. She bit down on them, screaming in pleasure. She was about to cum, and she knew her orgasm was going to hit hard. She nearly wetted herself from the anticipation. And abruptly, Tifa bit down on her clit, giving it a tug. It pushed her right over her edge. She bucked her ass, screaming, squirting in front of the ruby-eyed brawler.

Tifa sat up on er knees, watching the girl quiver in front of her. She was about to continue tormenting her when a blonde hugged her from behind.

"I knew you being the slut you are…you wouldn't let her go."

Tifa looked up, glaring at the green-eyed woman, "you sow. No one invited you."

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Tsunade gripped Tifa's boobs, sinking her fingers inside, gripping them tightly, "Don't project on me, you cow tits."

Sarada gulped, looking at the two women who seemed to despise each other, but there was a certain factor about their relationship that she had seen nowhere. Even the way they treated each other. Like, right now, when Tsunade cupped Tifa's pussy, "you little whore, wearing that short skirt and not even wearing panties under neath. Why don't you just get naked and dance on the pole for them."

Tifa got on top of her, pulling apart her kimono, revealing her bra free breasts, "you are not much better than me. Did you get off from them staring at these?"

"Shu up," Tsunade smashed her lips against Tifa's, exchanging a fierce kiss, struggling for dominance over the others. The two of them rolled around the bed, getting off it, slamming each other against the wall while they tore each other's clothes apart. They gasped for breath, staring into each other's eyes before Tsunade suggested, "whoever makes little rabbit cry harder is the winner."

"I am in," Tifa jerked her head to the side, and Tsunade looked over to the bed too, only to realise that Sarada wasn't there anymore.

"Rabbit ran away," Tsunade laughingly smiled, being pinned against the wall. She stroked Tifa's cheek, tilting her head and she kissed the brawler, "there are other ways we can decide."

"Yeah," Tifa madly kissed her, circling her hand around her waist.

Outside the bar,

"Sarada!"

"Irene," Sarada waved her hand, wiping the sweat off her cheek, hurrying over to the girl her age. Irene Sharp, she had a slim figure, short platinum hair, and big blue eyes, wearing a cute, light blue dress, 'she's the most adorable thing ever.'

Irene tilted her head, cutely resting her finger on her lips, tilting her head, "you are sweating…did you get whipped? I want to whip you?"

"Yes, yes, whip me later," Sarada rolled her eyes at the girl who wanted to whip everyone she saw, 'God isn't fair.'

She turned towards the other three in the group. The voluptuous platinum haired woman was Sienna Sharp. Irene's elder sister, and the redhead, was her fiancée, and finally the man who was seventh feet tall, D shaped figure, and carried a bag as massive as his body was Benett. They were all Fiend Hunters. Fiends were mana beasts, the collection of excess mana. Usually, there were so many of them, but recently, the quantity had been increasing and with the release of the dungeon; the mana had been on the increase.

Sarada shook her head, 'I can't worry about them. I have other things to worry about. As long as I kill him, the systems will erase the cause and effects and everyone will go back to normal. Mom will go back to normal.'

She walked faster when an arm gripped her collar, pulling her back, "where do you think you are running off to? It's this way."

"Oh," Sarada looked over to Richardo, the redhead with a wand on his back, wearing a magician's armour. It differed from what she had seen in the game that Boruto and others play. She had seen magicians wear light clothes, and he was wearing the magician's robe too, but under it, there was a skin-fit armour, thin, tight like muscles, even the shape or view of it was like that. Although, the clothes he wore above it and the robe covered most of it.

"Yippie! We are going to dungeon! I am going to whip everyone," Irene took Sarada's hand, hopping forward towards the end of the valley. Every alley in the port had an entrance to the dungeon. Strange thing was, they all led to one small room.

"This girl, always talking about whipping people," Ricardo wanted to pull Irene's ear to teach her, but his fiancée and her overprotective sister glared at him, making him free. He froze. His hand twitched awkwardly before he looked over his shoulder, "Ymbo! You took everything?"

"Yes, I am ready to cook all the new creatures we find in the Dungeon," Benett smilingly placed his palm on his big stomach, looking at the dungeon entrances with a glow in his black eyes.

Sarada came to a stop, placing her palm on the dark purple wall of crystal bricks, 'Not long now. I am so close.'

Dungeon, Fourth Floor,

"2B!"

"Yes, Master?"

"How long do you think we have to wait before anyone else comes?" Ashwood rested on the fur of the white wolf, which was on the ice lake. He rested his head on 2B's lap. She stroked his head, leaning against the massive body of the Fourth Floor's Boss. The White Wolf.

2B ran her fingers through his purple hair, stroking his cheek, "Master and I cleared the first floor within an hour, the second in two days but that was because we had to search around for all the traps, to make it easier for the others. Third Floor, it took us another two days, for the same reasons. The Fourth Floor, it took us three days."

She looked at the icy fog covering the entrance of this icy lake. This whole floor was filled with fog. This floor was dangerous, and if it weren't for their scanning feature, they would have been lost too. It would have taken a lot longer than three days.

"I calculate that they will take six hours to clear the First Floor. One day for Second Floor, another for the Third Floor. And Three Days and More for the Fourth Floor. Seeing as to how they haven't arrived yet…."

"They could be here at any moment," Ashwood closed his eyes, holding a smile on his lips, "and how long do you think Sarada would take to reach here?"

"Another seven days?"

"But then I would be ahead. Won't I?"

"Yes."

"So, she might never reach me until too much time has passed."

"Could be."

Ashwood sat up, rubbing the back of his neck, "and that means I have to go back to the top floors so I can meet her soon."

2B nodded, "We can do that."

Ashwood jumped to his feet, chuckling, "Then let's do that."

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