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Morning of the next day—
Kanzou brought Mikoto to a secluded training field deep within the Uchiha Compound. The area was closed to the public, reserved for private use, so only the two of them were present.
Today she was not wearing her usual traditional clothes. Instead, she stood in full kunoichi gear, tight, form-fitting, and practical. The outfit hugged her figure in a way that left little to the imagination. The high collar and tactical straps only emphasized the soft curves beneath, and the way the fabric clung to her hips and thighs made Kanzou's gaze linger far longer than necessary.
She looked so damn sexy that for a moment he seriously considered pinning her against the nearest tree and railing her right there. No one would interrupt them. The field was completely private. He could take her against the bark, bury himself inside her still-sore body, and make her moan into the morning air without anyone hearing.
He wondered, just for a second, whether he should really do it.
"…Kan-sama?"
Mikoto's soft voice pulled him out of the thought. She had lowered her head slightly, cheeks already coloring. She was intimately familiar with that heated stare of his. She could tell immediately what was going through his mind.
Her fingers nervously curled around her own arm as she whispered, "If… if you want to…"
She was not opposed. The only real hesitation came from being outside, in the open. The idea of being taken here still made her feel ashamed… yet if that was what he desired, she would accept it.
Ahem—
Clearing his throat, Kanzou forced the perverted impulse down. Violating her was not the reason he had brought her here.
"I will release a ninjutsu," he ordered, voice steady once more. "Use your ocular jutsu to absorb it."
The true purpose of this outing was to test Kuninotokotachi further. He wanted to see exactly how the Ocular Jutsu functioned against ninjutsu. Did it work the same way as the Rinnegan's Ninjutsu absorption? Could she fully convert the chakra within the Jutsu? Was the absorption complete, or only partial? Did the process drain only visual prowess, or did it also consume her own chakra? What was the overall cost efficiency?
Those were the questions he intended to answer today.
Hearing the order, Mikoto quietly exhaled in relief. While she would not have refused him even here, she still preferred not to do something so intimate out in the open. A faint, almost dazed feeling passed through her at the realization that he was not going to pounce on her after all, but she did not dwell on it.
She simply obeyed.
Mikoto walked several paces away until a proper distance separated them, then turned to face him. Her eyes shifted. The three tomoe spun and reformed into the intricate four-petal pattern of her Mangekyō Sharingan, the crimson glow sharpening as she prepared to receive whatever Jutsu he was about to unleash.
Once she was ready, Kanzou's hands blurred through a series of seals.
'Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!'
A massive sphere of roaring flame erupted from his mouth and surged toward her. The sheer size of it was far beyond anything she had ever seen. It was easily five times larger than the Great Fireball she herself could produce.
Isn't this too powerful? she thought, blinking as the heat washed over her face.
She was no stranger to the technique. Nearly every Uchiha learned it; it was a signature jutsu of the clan and traditionally served as a coming-of-age rite. She had mastered it long ago. That was precisely why the scale of Kanzou's version left her stunned.
'Kan-sama… he really is too strong.'
Even without relying on his Mangekyō, his raw power stood at the peak of the clan. Living in close proximity to him had given her a clear sense of his chakra reserves, several times greater than her own. Aside from Kushina, no one had ever given her the impression of possessing such vast chakra.
Still, she felt no panic as the enormous fireball closed in. A day or two earlier, the sight might have unsettled her. Now it did not.
As the heat began to scorch the air around her skin, she activated her ocular jutsu without hesitation.
'Kuninotokotachi!'
The roaring fireball suddenly lost its momentum. As though being pulled into an invisible vortex centered on her eye, the flames were drawn in and vanished without a trace.
"Really can absorb ninjutsu…" Kanzou murmured as the massive fireball vanished without a trace.
The application was a little different from the Rinnegan's chakra absorption. Here, the chakra seemed to be drawn directly into the eye itself, without any need for hand contact or additional seals.
He still had more questions. Quickly closing the distance, he approached Mikoto, who was blinking rapidly as she dealt with the sharp, searing pain in her eye.
"You okay?" he asked.
"It's nothing… just some discomfort in the eye…" she answered, voice steady despite the lingering sting.
Kanzou nodded. That much was only natural. Usage of the Mangekyō always exacted a toll on the eyes. The Setting the matter aside for now, he pressed on with his next question.
"What about the chakra? Can you use the chakra that you absorbed?"
Mikoto gave a small nod. "I… can…"
"Really? That's great." Satisfaction colored his tone. "What about the cost-effectiveness?"
She thought for a moment before answering carefully. "It's… eighty percent, I think…"
"Eighty percent… I suppose that's not bad," Kanzou murmured. Compared to having to counter a jutsu with an equal or greater expenditure of one's own chakra, only needing to consume twenty percent to neutralize an attack was a clear advantage.
"But I can't absorb too much chakra… my body can't bear it," Mikoto added quietly.
Containing foreign chakra within one's own system was inherently taxing. There was a clear limit. While she could temporarily hold a certain amount beyond her natural reserves, anything excessive would begin to damage her body from within.
"I see." Kanzou nodded in understanding. The limitation was reasonable. Without pausing, he moved on to the next point of interest.
"Can you only absorb chakra from a ninjutsu? Or is direct absorption possible?"
The Rinnegan was capable of drawing in raw chakra directly. He wanted to know whether Kuninotokotachi possessed a similar function.
"Direct absorption…?" Mikoto repeated, a touch uncertain. "I… have to try it…"
"Then go ahead. Try absorbing mine," Kanzou said.
Mikoto hesitated only briefly before nodding. She first attempted to draw in his chakra using nothing but her eyes. The four-petal pattern of her Mangekyō spun as she concentrated.
"..."
Nothing happened.
"Try physical contact," Kanzou instructed, raising his hand toward her.
She reached out and took hold of it, intertwining her fingers with his. A faint flush rose to her cheeks as she focused once more, attempting to pull his raw chakra through the direct connection of their hands.
Several seconds passed.
Still nothing.
"…It isn't working," she finally said, shaking her head.
"I see… well, it doesn't matter," Kanzou nodded to himself.
Mikoto's Kuninotokotachi was indeed quite different from the Rinnegan's chakra absorption. It was more limited in certain respects. Still, that was acceptable. Even if it could not match the Rinnegan's direct absorption technique, Kuninotokotachi remained a highly powerful and useful ocular jutsu. The ability to absorb visual prowess in addition to ninjutsu made it unique and, in some ways, even more valuable.
As he reached that conclusion and pulled himself out of his thoughts, he noticed Mikoto gently caressing the back of his hand. Her expression looked faintly downcast.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She hesitated, then shook her head. "…It's nothing."
"Are you sure, Mikoto? If you have something on your mind, just say it."
After another brief pause, a light blush rose to her cheeks.
"I was wondering what absorbing your raw chakra would feel like… but… it seems it can't be done."
Although she had already absorbed the chakra from his ninjutsu, that energy had been converted into her own the moment it entered her system. It was no longer truly his. A quiet part of her had actually looked forward to feeling Kanzou's raw chakra, not merely the familiar presence she always sensed when standing near him, but the sensation of it flowing directly through her own chakra network.
She wondered what it would be like.
It was a pity that Kuninotokotachi could not accomplish that. The small disappointment left her feeling slightly lost.
"You want to feel my chakra?" Kanzou raised an eyebrow, then chuckled. "Here… then I'll let you feel it."
Without giving her time to process the words, he pressed his palm firmly against her stomach.
"Kan-sama… what are you—?" Mikoto's voice caught as she felt his hand slide beneath her clothes, settling against her navel. A deeper flush spread across her face.
"Stay still for a moment," he said. His lips curled as he gathered a dense amount of chakra into his palm and began pushing it into her body using the Chakra Transfer Jutsu.
"What… this is… this feeling…" Mikoto's eyes widened.
Her body trembled the moment the foreign energy invaded her through her navel. It was hot, raw, and incredibly dense, completely different from her own chakra. The overwhelming sensation spread rapidly through her system, making her entire body grow warm.
She couldn't help but grip his wrist with both hands, biting down on her lower lip as she struggled to suppress the soft sounds threatening to escape her throat.
But they couldn't be suppressed.
"Hnn…!"
A soft, strained sound escaped between her clenched teeth despite her efforts, and her fingers dug into his wrist, not to push him away but to anchor herself as her knees threatened to weaken. The heat spreading from her stomach made her skin flush deeper, a faint sheen of sweat already forming along her collarbone and the curve of her neck.
Kanzou watched her reaction with interest, keeping his palm firmly pressed against her soft stomach as he steadily forced more of his chakra inside.
"Feel that?" he murmured, voice low. "That's what my chakra feels like when it's inside you."
Mikoto could only nod shakily, eyes half-lidded. The sensation was overwhelming, hot, invasive, and violating. Kanzou's Chakra was just like himself. It made her feel strangely familiar and intimate.
"Kan-sama… it's… so dense…" she whispered, voice trembling. "It's spreading everywhere… hnn…"
The controlled flow of his chakra was beginning to make her body react in ways she couldn't fully suppress—her breathing growing heavier, her chest rising and falling more noticeably beneath the tight fabric of her half-length Kimono top. The heat wasn't just internal anymore; it was starting to make her skin feel hypersensitive wherever his presence lingered.
Kanzou's lips curved slightly as he observed the way her body continued to tremble under the steady infusion of his chakra.
Only when he judged that she had reached her limit and could no longer safely take more did he stop. He withdrew his hand, cutting off the flow of energy at once.
The moment the contact was broken, Mikoto let out a soft, shaky sigh.
"Understood what my chakra is like?" he asked.
"Y-yess…" she nodded, still slightly dizzy. His chakra had been intensely stimulating, completely overwhelming in both volume and density. At the same time, she realized it was exactly like the man himself: overpowering and dominant, yet highly addictive.
A quiet part of her already wanted to feel it again.
She forced herself to restrain that impulse and exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself.
But her body remained flushed from the excess energy now circulating through her system. The amount she currently held exceeded what her network could comfortably contain. If she kept it locked inside for too long, her chakra pathways risked being damaged.
She needed to expend it.
Kanzou, fully aware of that fact, spoke again. "I'll demonstrate several Fire Style jutsu. Use your Sharingan to copy them… then use all the chakra you have absorbed to practice them."
Now that Mikoto had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan and he had formally agreed to take her as his wife, Kanzou had decided to train her personally. He intended to further raise her strength and help her fully adjust to, and master, her new dōjutsu.
He had already been subjecting her to psychological conditioning from the very first time he violated her. Now it was time to cultivate her combat ability as well. Only when every aspect of her met his standards, and she became perfect in every sense, would she truly be worthy of calling herself his wife.
That level of refinement required deliberate nurturing. Without it, she would never reach the standard and perfection he demanded. Hence the training she would begin undergoing on a regular basis from this day forward.
Mikoto, who understood at least part of his intentions, simply nodded.
"Understood, Kan-sama…"
With that confirmation, Kanzou's hands began forming seals.
One after another, he demonstrated several Fire Style techniques for her: Great Fire Annihilation, Blazing Fire Annihilation, Fire Dragon Flame Bullet, and a number of others.
One of the fundamental abilities of the Sharingan was the power to copy both ninjutsu and taijutsu. Not every Uchiha shinobi could immediately use a copied technique; many still required practice, but a significant number of Uchiha were capable of mastering a jutsu almost instantly upon observation. Techniques that ordinary shinobi spent years perfecting could be replicated by the Uchiha in a single viewing. That advantage was one of the pillars supporting the clan's formidable reputation.
And so Kanzou continued the demonstration without pause. By the time he finally stopped, he had shown her nearly two to three dozen different ninjutsu, many of which he had developed himself.
Mikoto stood in surprise. She had never seen the majority of those techniques before.
"Did you develop them yourself?" she asked.
"Hmm," he hummed in confirmation, then ordered her, "Now practice them."
She nodded and immediately began training.
In Mikoto's case, she could not replicate every jutsu perfectly on the first attempt. Many of the techniques were entirely new to her and required far greater focus on shape transformation. Even so, her performance was solid.
With continued practice, she would eventually master them all.
Of course, these were only Fire Style Ninjutsu. Once she had a firm grasp of them, Kanzou intended to move on to other ninjutsu, Rasengan and its variations, Chidori and its variations, and more. There was still a great deal for Mikoto to learn from this point forward.
As expected, it would all take time, but that was hardly a significant problem.
Anyway, after completing the training with Mikoto for a while, the two of them returned to the mansion. It was time for Kanzou to head to the Police Station.
As he prepared to leave, Mikoto caught hold of his sleeve.
With a soft blush coloring her cheeks as she spoke shyly, "Kan-sama… let me… let me service you before you head out for the day…"
She had not forgotten the heated look he had given her earlier at the training field; the clear desire to pin her against a tree and violate her was very clear to her.
Now that he was about to leave, she wanted to take care of that urge first; otherwise, he would have difficulty concentrating on his job.
There was also the matter of Misaki currently staying in the village, as well as Uroko working at the Police Force. Before either of them could try to seduce him, she intended to service him thoroughly so that his desire would be less urgent.
"Fufu… since you want to… then sure," Kanzou chuckled.
He could see straight through her little calculation, but it made no difference to him.
Whatever he decided to do with any other woman, he would still do. Still, since Mikoto was offering, he had no reason to refuse. He placed a hand on her head and pressed her down. She obediently sank to her knees on the floor, helped his cock out of his pants, and took it into her mouth.
Soon, soft wet sounds began to echo...
Slrrpp… slrrpp… Glucckk…
"That's it, Mikoto… your skills have really improved, keep going..." he sighed in pleasure, patting her head in approval of her service as she worked her tongue and lips all over his huge cock.
"Hnn... gluck~" she moaned, happy that he was enjoying, and bobbed her head more eagerly.
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After receiving a deep, thorough service and a careful cleaning from Mikoto back at the mansion, Kanzou finally made his way to the Police Station.
As he walked through the corridors, he acknowledged the respectful greetings of the officers on duty. Upon reaching the gate of his office, however, he found himself met with the sound of three women arguing.
"You two… this is the Police Station, and this is Kanzou-sama's office, not your homes. What are you both doing here?" Hazuki demanded sternly.
"Calm down, Hazuki-chan," Misaki replied with an easy smile. She had been staying in Konoha since the previous day. "As Kanzou-sama's woman, I can obviously come to his office."
"As for me… isn't it only natural for me to be here?" Uroko added, tilting her head gently. "I am a member of the Police Force too, you know."
Hazuki's cheeks puffed slightly in clear dissatisfaction. This office had always been her personal sanctuary with Kanzou, the one place where she alone was allowed to remain at his side. Serve him tea, be his assistant, relay his orders, and so on. Yet now Uroko appeared here with increasing frequency, and today Misaki had joined her as well. The presence of the two women left Hazuki feeling threatened, as though her place was slowly being stolen by these… these vixens.
"By the way, Hazuki-chan," Misaki continued lightly, "you should probably leave once Kanzou-sama arrives…"
"Huh? Why?" Hazuki asked, clearly stunned by the sudden suggestion.
"Ufufu~ isn't it obvious?" Misaki answered with a teasing wink. "After all, it would be adult business at that time, isn't that right, Uroko-san?"
"Indeed…" Uroko nodded gently, her voice soft yet flaunting. "Hazuki-chan is still a child and has no business among adults."
"You… you two!" Hazuki glared at them, cheeks puffed in frustration.
Of course she understood exactly what Misaki meant by 'adult business.' Both women were teasing her for still not being permitted to service Kanzou with her body. They were openly bragging that they had been tending to his sexual needs for many years, but she wasn't allowed to do it and was still a virgin.
It wasn't her fault that she was still a virgin. She had wanted to offer that first time to Kanzou for so long, yet the man simply refused to take it from her.
"I wonder though… why doesn't Kanzou-sama claim you already…?" Uroko mused quietly.
Back when she herself had been around Hazuki's age, she had already been in very close contact with Kanzou, closer than most would imagine. Compared to that, Hazuki, who had been the closest to him, had been kept far too pure, almost as if at an arm's distance.
Hazuki pouted and pressed both hands against her chest. "It's definitely because of my small chest… Kanzou-sama is a pervert who only likes cows!" she complained. Her breasts were still only budding, barely more than a gentle rise. Compared to Uroko's full, heavy chest, the difference was glaring. It seemed obvious what kind of woman Kanzou preferred.
"That shouldn't be the reason…" Misaki shook her head. Despite being a fully grown woman, her own breasts were also quite small, and she had been around Hazuki's age when she first gave herself to Kanzou. At the time, her chest had been even flatter, almost nonexistent, yet he had still taken her and made her his pussy.
So how could a small chest be the reason he kept refusing Hazuki?
"Humph! He definitely does boob discrimination!" Hazuki insisted.
Every time she brought up the subject of serving him, he would glance at her small chest and ask, "With what?"
It had happened so many times that she was completely certain. Nothing else made sense. Her strength was more than sufficient; her body had long been ready to be bred, and she did not consider herself inferior to any of his other women. She was also the most loyal among them, more loyal than anyone else, even her own late mother, and still he refused to claim her virginity.
Therefore, it had to be because of her breasts.
"As I said… that's definitely not the reason," Misaki continued defending him. While she would never deny that Kanzou clearly had a preference for larger breasts, and she herself often felt envious of Natsuhi, Uroko, Mikoto, and the others who were far more blessed in that regard, she still could not accept that Hazuki's smaller chest was the true cause of his restraint.
If that had truly been the reason, he would never have tamed her in the first place. 'Or maybe he could have done it… just to subdue the Fūma Clan through me,' Misaki thought. If it was Kanzou, something that calculating was entirely possible.
"If that's not the reason… then what is?" Hazuki demanded. She refused to believe there could be any other explanation.
Misaki hesitated for a moment before carefully suggesting, "Maybe it's related to the death of Nao—"
Before she could finish the name, Uroko's eyes happened to glance toward the gate. Noticing Kanzou standing there, she immediately called out in a clear, respectful voice. "Master…!"
The greeting cut Misaki off mid-sentence. Realizing what she had almost said, she quickly swallowed the rest of her words and instead offered a cheerful smile. "Ohayou gozaimasu! Kanzou-sama~"
"Kanzou-sama…" Hazuki, who failed to hear Misaki, greeted him as well, still pouting.
Kanzou could only shake his head helplessly at how quickly the three of them fell silent the moment they noticed him. He walked inside at a casual pace and asked, "What were you all talking about…?"
Misaki was the first to move. She approached him smoothly, wrapping both hands around one of his arms and pressing her nearly flat chest against him in a deliberately seductive manner. It didn't work though since there wasn't much fat there to begin with. Still, she nuzzled her cheek against his bicep and looked up at him with fluttering eyes.
"We were wondering if you dislike small breasts…" she said softly. "Is it true, Kanzou-sama? Do you dislike smaller breasts so much that you'd not even be interested in the women who have them?" As she spoke, she cast a meaningful glance toward Hazuki.
The youngest girl immediately stiffened with nervousness.
Not wanting Misaki to monopolize him, Uroko quickly claimed his other arm. She pressed her medium-sized breasts against him and asked in a slightly anxious tone, "Even if that's true… you don't dislike me, right, Master? My breasts… although not too big, are also not that small… so please don't hate me…"
Kanzou was momentarily speechless at their questions. But he answered honestly, "Hmm… I indeed like large tits… but I don't hate small ones either. They're passable."
Besides, novelty sometimes played a role. One couldn't eat the same type of food every single day, right? Some variations are needed. On top of that, smaller breasts were generally more sensitive, which made them easier to torment.
Hearing his answer, all three women let out quiet sighs of relief, even Uroko. Still, Misaki pouted. "That's not the answer I wanted to hear…"
What she had wanted was for him to say that he liked her small breasts. She already knew that nine times out of ten he would choose larger ones if given the choice, yet she still wished to hear that he found hers appealing as well.
Kanzou, however, had no interest in continuing the conversation. "It's the only one you'll get."
Misaki was definitely the most unsatisfied with that answer. The reason being that her breasts would remain small... even Hazuki, while hers may be small currently, considering her mother's large breasts, Hazuki's would also grow large... but hers? They'd remain small forever!
In which case, she was the most insecure, yet he didn't give an answer that helped with her insecurity.
It's just that even if she felt unhappy, she could only pout in silence, unable to push the matter any further.
Ignoring her expression, Kanzou took his seat and turned to Hazuki. "Did anything else happen in the Clan last night… or in the village?"
Although still dissatisfied, Hazuki answered promptly. "Nothing notable… except that Fugaku's other former subordinates are rather stressed."
"Stressed, huh?" Kanzou murmured.
"The death of Shinkurou, and then the death of that crippled Ren last night… it has left them on edge," Hazuki explained.
They were worried that Kanzou didn't even spare the cripple Ren... what if he also starts targeting them just because they were also Fugaku's former subordinates?
Kanzou stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I wonder what to do with them…"
Mercy on Shinkurou resulted in betrayal; this made him suspicious of the remaining clansmen who had once been loyal to Fugaku. What if they chose the same path as Shinkurou?
He could simply wipe them all out, but as Patriarch he preferred not to act while they had yet to take that final step. Doing so could breed unnecessary dissent. While he was not afraid of dissent and possessed more than enough strength to crush it single-handedly, he still preferred to avoid turning his blade against fellow clansmen without cause.
At the same time, he could not ignore the possibility of betrayal.
"Keep an eye on them. Give them a chance… the last chance. If they stay quiet and continue to live as members of the clan, then fine. But if not…"
His meaning was clear.
For the moment they were leaderless, little more than a headless group. He was willing to tolerate their existence one final time. If they were smart, they would remain silent. If not, bloodshed within the clan would become inevitable.
"Understood. I will put Yuzuki and Aoi on the task," Hazuki nodded.
Kanzou gave a brief nod in return, then turned to Misaki. "And about that attack on Sora-ku… come with me. Let's go to the Hokage Building."
He had not forgotten what nearly occurred at Sora-ku. It was time to confront Hiruzen, not only about the attack on Sora-ku, but also regarding Fugaku's contact with Shinnosuke and the little scheme that they had.
"Okay~" Misaki answered, and immediately followed after him toward the Hokage Building.
She was not the only one. Uroko also trailed behind them, though she did so discreetly, careful to maintain the appearance of her role as the supposed 'spy.'
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