Chapter 2

The Uzumaki contingent was… an odd one, to say the least.

The beach wasn't particularly packed, but it wasn't particularly empty, either, and they drew quite a few gazes. It'd be easy to see why.

After all, beautiful people drew the gaze of all they crossed, and even more so when you combine beauty with exotic looks. In the Land of Fire, where there was very little in the way of ethnical diversity, they did cut quite the exotic group.

Sarutobi smiled as he looked at the Uzumaki family as they all sat under a large parasol, designed to provide enough space for four people to rest in the shade, and placed in just the right way to provide the maximum amount of shade. They'd spread out four towels under the parasol, and three of them had laid down on it. The two adult women of the group and the only male were relaxing on a towel each, all three within reach of the portable mini fridge that they'd brought along and put ice and drinks in. It was now almost empty, as the plastic bottles that contained water had been distributed amongst the boys and girls that were now enjoying the warm and beautifully clear water of the sea.

The old Hokage's smile wasn't just there because of the display of generosity and kindness. If it was, it wouldn't have the hint of lecherous pleasure it had. No, he was having a hell of a time looking at the people who'd been guests in Konoha for quite a while now.

While their odd pigmentation would be the first to draw the eye, as the lead female's dark pink hair was an uncommon sight, what drew Sarutobi's eyes first and foremost was what they chose to wear. The blonde who had greeted him in the mansion had gone for a rather daring two piece bikini in pink trimmed with white, the bottom being side-tie with decorative ribbons as well as a strapless top that matched, while the pink haired female had gone for a similar choice with a two piece bikini in pale yellow, though hers was kept together by golden rings rather than white ribbons, and her top tied both on her neck and behind her back.

As his eyes trailed to the final occupant of the towels, Sarutobi couldn't help but feel somewhat bummed. Even during his youth, he hadn't looked as good as the sole male of the group, who happened to be a fairly tall white haired man with rippling muscles on every inch of his body, which he'd put on display when he chose to wear a rather small red speedo. It wasn't any wonder that he'd drawn the eye of most females on the beach the very moment he set foot on it.

Next to them were Naruko and the smallest female of the group, a small girl with long red hair set in twin braids behind her. Sarutobi smiled as he noted the swimsuit she wore. By itself, it wouldn't be eye catching, as it was designed for a child and as such not provocative. What made Sarutobi smile was the stylized plush rabbits that she'd used to accessorize, one on each side of her bikini's bottom and one on each strap of the top. There was also one in a hairpin that kept some of the longer bangs on top of her head from falling in front of her face.

Naruko herself was wearing a simple orange one-piece with a simple blue ribbon in the center of her chest, where the valley between her breasts would be, if she had any. She was still very young, after all. Sarutobi eyed her sides for an instant, and he smiled. He remembered, a long time ago, when he could count her ribs through clothing that clung to her skin, and was glad that it was no longer the case.

Yes, as he saw Naruko and the redhead play in the sand, only to be joined by a few of the younger kids from the orphanage, he mused that it'd been the right choice to allow them to live with her when they'd appeared, quite out of nowhere, and declared their intent to do so. Well, the day at the beach was just starting. He would get a suntan, show off that despite being an old man he could still put the pathetic younglings around him to shame, maybe play some Volleyball and then go out and knock out some punks making a ruckus in the village or something.

It felt good to be the most powerful man in the country when you didn't have to worry about your responsibilities. 

"Hm, Moena-chan, would you mind rubbing lotion on my back? I can't quite reach it, myself," he asked of the younger assistant of the matron, a rather fetching young lass of just twenty five years. Some would've called him a dirty old man for the obvious pass at a young woman, but it didn't really matter.

She smiled. "Oh, should I assume you want a massage to go with it, then?" she asked.

It'd taken a while for the young woman to relax in his presence, but her aunt, the matron, had insisted that off duty Hokage was just that perverted old guy, and that it was okay to verbally abuse him and to throw things at him when he got out of line. All ninja had quirks, and being a harmless pervert of that sort was a small price to pay in exchange for such an otherwise outstanding and competent leader for their village, or so was Sarutobi's own humble opinion, at any rate. 

"I won't be saying no," Sarutobi replied.

It was also part of the reason why she accepted with just a giggle. She knew he was harmless, and that he was a really kind person who would never dare touch a woman who did not wish to be touched. Hell, he had tightened up the laws against sexual harassment in the village. Some rumors said that the man had done it to make the position of a kunoichi more attractive, or to bring more women to Konoha… and they'd be right. Really, there was no reason not to. The people who complained about it were a disruptive element anyway, and for a village as concerned with teamwork as Konoha was, that was intolerable.

So, despite being a pervert, Sarutobi Hiruzen knew he was still fairly popular with Konoha's female population. As he felt the cool, lotion-covered fingers of a young woman beginning to knead the knots on his back to extinction, he let out a groan of contentment and figured that it was good to be the Kage.