ALL NOVEL Chapter 122: SAKURA KICK!
"Oi, Top-Heavy! Answer the question, already!" Karui seethed with anger. "It's bad enough having to see Samui every single day…" She then let off an exasperated sigh, grunting, "—I swear, it almost feels like those things are staring back at me…"
She briefly glanced down at Sakura's cleavage with an envious look on her face, resisting the urge to palm her own meagre bust and compare sizes.
"Let me go, and I'll share my secret," said Sakura conspiratorially, trying to ignore the sword held at her neck. "How about it?"
Karui growled in anger, and she pressed her katana harder against Sakura's skin, drawing a line of blood on her neck.
"Cool it, Karui," said Samui calmly. "She's not going anywhere."
At this point in time, Karui (who would go on to marry Chōji) and Omoi (the boy who was about to get married to Hinata), were both still Genin, so the only person who was actually a threat to Sakura's life was the Jōnin Samui herself.
"I'll talk, I'll talk," said Sakura quickly, trying to buy herself some time to figure a way out of this situation. "In fact, I'm talking right now… Words! So many of them!"
'I hope these two aren't sensor-types,' said Inner Sakura nervously, 'because otherwise, we're about to lose our head…'
Team Samui was an all-swordsman team focused solely on Kenjutsu, so Sakura was banking on the idea that they wouldn't be able to sense that she was building up her chakra.
"Then say something useful!" yelled Karui.
Just to stay on the safe side, Sakura limited herself to moulding a minuscule amount of chakra—what she was about to do would require a lot of concentration…
"Karui—" Samui began, sensing something off about Sakura's state.
A spark of lightning suddenly jumped from one of Sakura's Tenketsu to the sword held at her neck, before travelling down the blade and leaping to Karui's hand, causing her muscles to contract and stiffen; temporarily paralysing her arm and preventing her from lopping off Sakura's head.
"Ouch…" Karui complained.
And nearly simultaneously, a second jolt of electricity travelled down Sakura's spine to her right leg; more precisely, to her quadriceps— activating her muscle cells and forcing them to contract.
"SHANNAROOO!" Sakura shouted. "SAKURA KICK!"
Before Samui could even begin to react, Sakura's foot jerked upwards, kicking Samui in the privates with her lightning-activated extraordinary strength.
Samui crumpled into a heap at Sakura's feet; eyes rolling back into her head, and foaming at the mouth— because just for the record, it hurts just as much for women to get kicked in the bean as it does for men to get kicked in the nuts.
"Why, you!" Karui yelled furiously, as soon as she was freed from her temporary paralysis. "How dare you do that to—"
Karui drew back her katana, but before she could swing it, Sakura closed the distance and struck the pommel of Karui's sword with her palm, causing the katana to fly out of her grasp and embed itself into the wall behind her.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Sakura crossed her fingers, and a plume of white smoke burst from the ground behind Karui. A pair of hands shot out of the smoke, snaking under Karui's armpits before rejoining right behind her head, applying pressure to the back of her neck.
Half a second later, the smoke had cleared; revealing a pink-haired Shadow Clone holding Karui in a standing full nelson.
"Lemme go!" Karui yelled, wriggling her body to free herself. "Ugh, I can literally feel them pushing into my back! Just how stupidly big are they!?"
"My turn to ask questions," said Sakura, as she hobbled towards Karui. "The bride— is she the real Hyūga Hinata?"
That little stunt with the lightning chakra just now had almost caused Sakura's knee to bend the wrong way— all the way backwards. Luckily for her, there had been something in the way to stop her movements, so her knee's ligaments weren't too overextended…
"Yep— and she should have reached the shrine, right about now," answered Karui with a smug grin. "But you do know that you've got no chance of taking her back, right? Our master will be there, and so will Lord Raikage, and Yugito-nee-sama..."
The master whom Karui was referring to was Killer B— which meant that if Sakura were to attempt a rescue, she'd have to fight the unstoppable Raikage himself, two perfect Jinchūriki who had befriended their Tailed Beasts… as well as an army of Jōnin. No matter how Sakura looked at it, a rescue under such conditions was completely impossible…
At any rate, it didn't seem like Karui was lying; and since Sakura wasn't sure how to make someone spit out the truth using the Genjutsu she already knew (and neither did she have the time to experiment), she dismissed her Shadow Clone after having her choke Karui into unconsciousness.
"And now, what to do with you…" Sakura murmured, as she turned her gaze towards the unconscious Samui. "Should I, or shouldn't I…?"
That much additional weight on her chest might mean the difference between dodging a killing blow and getting Four-Finger Nukite'd through the heart. At the same time, the additional chakra might also save her life— running out of chakra at the wrong time was a definite death sentence…
'The Yin Seal isn't ready yet, so no permanent Transformation Jutsu yet,' Inner Sakura pointed out. "And neither can we afford to spare brainpower on the regular Transformation Jutsu— too distracting to keep up for too long.'
"Breast Flow is a no-go, too," Sakura muttered to herself, conflicted. "But this is likely the last opportunity I'll ever get to absorb Samui's breast chakra…"
Using Breast Flow to temporarily steal Samui's breasts was out of the question, because Sakura hadn't mastered it yet— as a teenage boy stuck in a teenage girl's body, it would likely be a while until she truly understood motherhood.
And that's when the System's cold mechanical voice rang out in Sakura's head:
A solution that does not involve Breast Flow does indeed exist— though it would involve the Manyuu's taboo. Would the Host like to hear this solution?