Someone Experienced

A lone figure approached the entrance of Konohagakure. While they were clad in a large hooded cloak to conceal their features, they made no attempt to hide their presence, instead walking in the middle of the road, allowing everyone to see as they passed him by without bother. If anyone truly did intend to approach the village without being seen, there were a thousand better ways to go about it, and that was just for those restricted to mundane means. Should a Ninja want to gain access to the village, there would be exponentially more options available to them.

But then again that was the entire reason that Konohagakure was so well defended despite its initial appearances. If just anyone could sneak there way in, they could do untold damage if they weren't eliminated quickly. The exact same way that there were countless ways for invaders and infiltrators to disguise their own presence, there were an equal number of ways, or perhaps even more ways, for the defenders to conceal themselves, or traps, or grand seal arrays, that would keep anyone from actually entering without notice.

This long traveller though merely walked right to the front gate. There was a small number of Chunin acting as gate guards, collecting documents and recording the entrance of various other travellers as they petitioned to enter the village, but he paid them no mind and they ignored him just the same.

The man liberally strolled into Konoha.

"Enough of this farce." He said almost immediately afterwards, sweeping his hood back and revealing his features. They would be viewed as extraordinarily average for anyone who looked upon him, but that was the exact way he liked it. Even the earrings hanging from his earlobes wouldn't garner even the slightest bit of attention unless he desired it. His hands worked at the binding of his cloak, and without a care he ripped it off and tossed it away. Some poor innocent bystander ended up with it draped over their head, sending them stumbling about, but the man didn't care. He was here for a reason.

He was on the hunt.

As he strolled through the streets of the village, his eyes turned this way and that, taking in all of the delightful females that drew his eyes. Most of the civilian population were rather bland. Oh of course there was a particularly attractive milf or beautiful young woman every now and then, but they all looked too soft to him. There was no real strength there. No muscle, but that was fine if there was something else there in its place, but in the overwhelming number of cases there wasn't. He saw weakness. Weakness was only attractive to the weak. They could be fine toys or pets or slaves. But to the one he would always grow bored and toss them away eventually. It had happened countless times before.

Kunoichi were a different story. Whenever he saw one of them walking down the street, he couldn't help but stop and stare. How could he not? Where the civilians were weakness, the ninja were strength. Even the lowliest genin could slaughter a small farming hamlet without issue, and they were the lowliest of the low. Everything he saw was taut muscle, gentle sloping curves portraying the definition of a life of intense physical exertion, or otherwise heaping bosoms that jiggled freely, putting on wonderful displays, though no civilian would ever dare to try and **** the privilege.

Ninja were power. Ninja were beauty. Ninja were prey.

That was the simple fact of this man's existence. Like some are left handed and some are right. Like some like busts and some like butts. Like some like men and some like women. Some men liked weak women. He liked strong woman.

He was, both literally and metaphorically, attracted to strength.

It had been the very defining part of his personality since the days of his youth. Running around in the fields in the tiny little collection of houses he had grown up in, not even large enough to be called a village, there had been only a few fellow children, and he the only male of them all. He had liked to frolic in the fields, and play swordfights with sticks, and the girls who had been more than willing to join him had always held his attention far better than those content to sew or make pretty dresses, or arrange flowers.

But all of that had been wiped away when a Kunoichi had come to their tiny community. She hadn't been there long, just a few days while she healed of a battle wound. He'd peaked on her while she was sewing it closed and bandaging herself up. The number of scars covering her body had drawn his eye. He had fallen in love at the sight of them. After she had left, not a single girl had kept his eye.

Ninja were just superior. Their training, their experience. It made them better in some many countless ways. That was why he loved them. That was why he now claimed them.

It was also why he twisted them.

Not all of them of course. There was no fun to be had in repeating the same thing over and over. Some he barely did anything at all too, just claiming them and making them his own, but otherwise allowing them to remain themselves. But some he broke, picked apart and dissected, not in body but in mind and in personality. Taking a jounin who could cut him in half with a swing of her arm, and making her a demure and submissive maid willing to wait on him hand and foot. Exquisite. Taking a loudmouthed bitch who was so sure in her superiority as the heiress of so and so clan or bloodline or technique, and making her his kitten. Sublime.

Taking a Jinchuuriki. A Demon Container. A walking calamity of **** and destruction that could annihilate a nation with the same amount of effort with which a normal man might blink. And making her love him. Ecstasy.

Once he had learned of the Tailed Beasts and the people that held them, his mind had been made up in an instant. He now had a goal. An ambition. He wanted to collect the set. Before the end of his life, he wanted to sit on a throne, with all of the Jinchuuriki kneeling before them, the power of their tailed beasts mastered and on full display. 9 women who working together could conquer the entire world. He wanted them all to be his. No matter what it took. And he had Normality on his side.

It had been a hard decision, to come here to Konoha first. The Containers were scattered all over the Elemental Nations, and he knew he wasn't the only one hunting them down. If he went for one, then another might be snatched away from him by his rivals before he could acquire them, and then he would have to rein down Hell upon the enemy who thought they could challenge him and take what was rightfully his.

But here he was, in Konoha. It was almost he had chosen the most anticlimactic path by coming here first. Konoha held the 9th. The Kyuubi. The most powerful of them all. If he took the best first, then what would there be left for the future? Surely starting at one and then working his way up would be the optimal way to do this?

The answer was simple. He was spoiling himself. But also killing many birds with one stone. The Chuunin exams were being held in Konoha in only a few days time, and his harem of darlings had reliably informed him that there would be more than just Konoha's Jinchuuriki competing. He had no numbers. He had no clue if it would be just two, or the entire set all in one place. But he was dying to find out. He was a hungry man staring down a ripe and juicy steak, just waiting to rip into it.

He could only hope it would be as delicious as he imagined it.