I do not own Naruto or Manyuu Hikenchou. They belong to Masaki Kishimoto and Hideki Yamada respectively. However, the idea of the Mansei Clan belongs to me.
Now some people were saying "The hell! Where is my Coby's Magical Misadventure or Darkmask huh!". I know I know, I'm still thinking on what to do regarding the arcs of those stories, and after watching the ecchi anime Manyuu Hikenchou, I couldn't resist writing a crossover.
Besides, I get to be the first to write a story of crossing MH and Naruto! And best of all! Without that twit of a dumb blonde as a main character! Instead, we shall have, you guessed it, the great and Gallant Jiraiya in this AU crossover! Some other Naruto characters will be in here, but not for later. I'll work on this whenever my creative juices for my main projects(Words, CMM) are running on fumes. For now, enjoy!
In this world, the reason for life itself is the female busom. The busom has many names raning from formal to derogatory. Breasts, boobs, tits, melons, funbags, melons, udders, and many more.
And the old saying that one can't have too much of a good thing is emphasized here, in the peaceful era of the Edo Period, ruled by the Tokugawa Shogunate. The idea was the larger your breasts, the greater your social status.
Money, power, and standing in society among females were predicated upon the size of their breasts. The bigger the better, for they attracted the hordes of men like moths to a flame. They threw gold at the endowed women's feet just for a chance to marvel her grand and glorious fun bags.
But for every boon, there are busts. Or rather lack-thereof. For those women born with smaller busoms, or heaven forfend a flat chest, were fated to be treated like trash or worse. Such nobodies endured poverty and starvation, as would those who dared to love or marry them, for those so tasteless as to marry flat-chested women were evidently of no greater worth. A flat chest could tear a family apart, or poison any love affair.
The idea of Breasts are the Best was born in the Land of the Rising Sun, enforced by the Tokugawa Bakufu, and the ones who forced the Shogunate to enact such laws.
A clan of assassins, their name known to few. The ones called the Manyuu.
The Manyuu supported the Tokugawa family during the chaos of Sengoku Jidai, their actions helping Ieyasu Tokugawa to gain victory of his nemesis, Mitsunari Ishida, at Sekigahara. By victory was the country united, and by their pivotal role did the Manyuu gain power over the Shogunate, enough to ensure that its ideals were enforced.
If you have large breasts, you have wealth and status.
If you have no breasts, you are less than human.
This is the tale of two souls bound by a single goal. These two will gain companions, mostly females with awesome rocking tits, good humor, and will aim to change the social order.
Follow the path of these two as they are thrust into danger, awkward yet sexy situations, love, adventure, knowledge, and many others of the sort one would expect to find in a work of fiction.
Somewhere in the land of the rising sun in some random forest the author has no knowledge of...
A man sat cross-legged by the stream, deep in meditation. His upper arms were against the sides of his body, his lower arms held out at a ninety-degree angle. His hands opened and closed softly. They opened, then closed half-way…
Almost akin to a groping motion…
He heard a growl within his stomach and opened an eye.
"Great," he groaned, as the divine vision faded from his mind's eye. "Well, better find the nearest town. Hopefully this time I won't get chased out." The man stood up and walked over to the stream. He knelt down and cupped his hands full of water, splashing it over his face in lieu of washing. In those times, and under his present circumstances, it was the best that could be done. Once the task was done, the man inspected his reflection in the flowing stream.
The image appeared to be in mid to late 20s, with spiky white hair tied back into a pony tail, and two shoulder-length bangs that framed both sides of his rugged yet handsome face. Painted red lines ran down from his brown eyes.
He stood up and walked to the nearby stone on which he had laid his clothes. He donned his garb, which was primarily green and slightly dirty, ending in a ragged hem at his knees.
"Man, if only I can get married to some hot big-boobed woman, I wouldn't be dressed like this," complained the man. "I mean, I'm a sage for crying out loud! I, Jiraiya, don't deserve to live like this!" He sighed. It wasn't a good sign when he was complaining at thin air.
"But it can't helped I guess. Not when I'm on the run from those people of all things," he mumbled. He noticed a smell and took a whiff. He paled.
"Washing my face isn't going to help…" Hygeine hygiene hygiene.
The self-proclaimed Sage, Jiraiya, stripped down again and stepped into the stream. He took a sharp intake of breath as he felt the incredibly cold water wash around his lower body.
"Anything for a hot spring…" he whispered to himself as he began to wash himself. Though dawn it was summer, and the heat would dry him quickly. That small comfort would not fill his growling stomach though.
"Oh shut up, you aren't the only one suffering," grumbled Jiraiya as he slathered his body with the cold water. He let himself fall backwards into the stream, the cold water engulfing him.
Had he been standing up at that moment, he would have heard a gunshot.
A moment later he rose from the water, and waded out to where his clothes lay strewn on the grass.
"Well, better meditate while I dry off," mused the man as he sat cross legged, still naked. His hands continued the groping motions as he closed his eyes and took deep breaths. His train of thought, the anachronism aside, steamed down a particular railroad.
Boobs. Lots of hot geishas, ladies, farmer girls, waitresses, fishers, samurai girls, all with big bursting tits.
It brought a smile to his face. And smile to a unique part of his gender's anatomy.
'God I love meditation.'
He thought more, of malnourished, poverty-stricken girls. Then the women, who were lamenting their small bust size, began to feel funny. Before Jiraiya's eyes, their breasts began to grow, growing and growing until they were bigger than their heads. They were perky and full, gravity seemingly having no effect! They began to cheer, fondling their gifts and thanking the heavens! Husbands, fiancés, and brothers roared in adulation!
That was his dream! That was the reason for his meditation, which brought on his prowess as a sage!
To bring every girl in the land of the rising sun and beyond the sea the greatest gift of life!
Big, awesome, rocking tits.
Suddenly he heard rustling in the bushes behind him. He opened one eye, the sound drawing him from his meditation. He stood up and went over to his clothes, having no desire to face mortal danger naked. It was a matter of a few moments to strap on his loincloth and don his green hakama.
"Oh!" Jiraiya turned his head and saw the source of the rustling. Standing there near a tree was a young woman, in her late teens or early twenties. Her hair and eyes were light brown, and her slim body was concealed by a mahogany-colored kimono with vertical white stripes. He found her face, with that worried look, rather cute.
"Hello there!" the sage called cheerfully. While he was pleased to meet someone, being a social animal, he was analyzing the girl inside his head. One of the first things he noticed was the kimono. How could a woman, with so small a chest, have such an elaborate piece of clothing?
"Um...hello," replied the woman meekly, retreating behind the tree. Jiraiya barked out a laugh.
"It's alright I don't bite miss! What brings you out here to the middle of nowhere?" asked the penniless sage.
"Didn't you hear that crack?" asked the girl.
"That loud bang! You didn't hear that!" The woman looked incredulous.
"Well...I was bathing in that running stream, and I had my head down. So maybe I missed something?" mused Jiraiya.
"It's possible. The bang came from over there." The woman pointed upstream.
"So, shall we investigate then miss?" Jiraiya walked to the young lady, giving her a cheeky and what he thought was reassuring grin.
"Umm...sure..." The two began to traverse the bushes and foliage, neither saying a word. The woman's eyes were cast on the ground, her right hand over her heart.
Or where her breasts were. This did not go unnoticed by the sage.
"So...what's your name?" he asked.
"It's Oume..." she murmured.
"Name's Jiraiya. I'm a sage," grinned the man. The woman took her eyes off the ground and looked up at the man.
"You're a sage?" asked the brunette, her curiosity piqued. Jiraiya nodded.
"A sage in what?"
Before Jiraiya could give his answer, the duo heard a splash and a gasp to their right. Jiraiya and Oume ran through the trees towards the sound. Jiraiya halted first, in a clearing as the sun rose over the mountains.
There before him, at the shore of the stream, was a young woman aged around twenty. Her blue hair was tied in a messy top knot, her golden eyes hard with defiance but red with fatigue. She wore a red hakama and a beige scarf, with metal bracers on her arms and a sword thrust in her belt.
She closed her eyes, and passed out.
Oume and Jiraiya hurried to her assistance. As Oume turned her over, Jiraiya saw the wound in her abdomen.
"So that was where that bang came from?" he thought, his face darkening. "Firearms…"
Then as Oume hoisted the woman up, his eyes fell upon her most prominent feature. He couldn't contain himself.
"Hot damn what a pair of knockers!"
And there you have it, the prologue to my new Naruto/Manyuu Hikenchou Xover. Next chapter will cover the entirety of episode 1.
And as for pairing, it's gonna be Jiraiya/harem. Just because.
As for my next update, it's gonna be either my Fairy Tail/ One Piece cross or my Pokemon fic. Either or.
Hope you all enjoyed!
Beta'ed by Juubi-K