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With Tsunade newly appointed, a mountain of tasks awaited her—chief among them, handling the Uchiha clan's affairs.
The inheritance was troublesome enough, but there was also the matter of compensation.
Konoha's official stance was that Itachi Uchiha had slaughtered his entire clan.
In other words, the Uchiha hadn't actually rebelled.
And since they'd died as innocent victims, the village had to offer reparations to maintain public trust.
Then there was the mystery of Mikoto Uchiha and others' disappearances, which demanded investigation.
Thankfully, Hiruzen and Danzo had already clashed over this. Otherwise, even Sasuke's placement would've sparked endless debate.
Just thinking about it gave Sōma a headache.
He'd once considered becoming Hokage himself.
Now? He realized the real power move was being the Hokage's man.
Still, Tsunade was his—he couldn't let her burn out.
Need to find her some help.
Besides, if work exhausted her, where would she get the energy to play with him?
Land of Waves, Daimyō's Mansion
Sōma appeared in Mikoto Uchiha's room.
He handed her a Flying Thunder God ring—an upgrade from the previous token system.
Not everyone got one, of course. Only those with the strength (or potential) to join his inner circle merited such a privilege.
Kinda like a certain skeletal overlord…
But unlike him, I'm the real deal.
In this regard, I've outdone him.
"Reading something?"
He took a seat across from her, casual.
"Just ninjutsu and genjutsu scrolls."
Mikoto seemed startled by his sudden arrival, but the sight of the ring smoothed her expression back into its usual gentleness.
"Now that I've awakened the Three Tomoe Sharingan, techniques that were once beyond me are within reach."
"Makes sense."
Sōma nodded.
Truthfully, Mikoto's innate talent was… modest.
Even witnessing Itachi murder Fugaku had only pushed her to the Three Tomoe—no further.
Had her foundation been stronger, she might've leapt straight to the Mangekyō, like Obito.
Good thing I've got ways to compensate.
"Did you come to take me to Sasuke today?"
At the mention of her son, Mikoto set the scroll aside, eyes hopeful.
"Tsunade was inaugurated as Fifth Hokage today."
Sōma's indirect reply told her everything.
A quiet joy broke through her composed demeanor.
(She didn't notice he'd dropped the "sensei"—a subtle shift in their dynamic.)
To Sōma, Mikoto and Kushina were cut from the same cloth: manageable.
"Aunt Mikoto, one last time—awakening the Mangekyō will be agony. Are you certain?"
His tone turned grave. "If you've changed your mind, now's the time to back out."
"No. I'm sure."
She drew a steadying breath. "As his mother, I won't let Sasuke bear this hatred alone."
"With that resolve, the Mangekyō will be yours."
Her steel beneath the softness impressed him.
"Thank you."
That tender smile returned—the kind that could mend broken things.
"Don't resist. I'll take you to him."
Rising, he gripped her shoulder—
—and the world twisted.
Konoha Academy, Rooftop
School rooftops were magical places.
Anything could happen up here.
"You okay?"
Mikoto looked queasy.
"Fine."
She released his arm hastily. "Apologies. The teleportation takes getting used to."
"Normal."
Sōma leaned against the railing, pointing to a distant classroom window.
"Activate your Sharingan. Sasuke's at the corner seat."
"Can't I… meet him?"
The disappointment in her voice was palpable.
"No."
His head shook. "Right now, Sasuke's fueled by vengeance. It's driving him. Understand?"
Mikoto fell silent.
Three tomoe spun to life in her crimson eyes—not as far-reaching as the Byakugan, but more than enough for this distance.
Her face lit up instantly.
He's safe. He's alive.
Then—
Pupils contracted.
Shock.
Sōma's arms encircled her from behind.
The heat of his body against her back sent her into a flustered panic.
"A-Ah—?!"
She twisted, trying to break free—only for her slender wrists to be pinned.
"Aunt Mikoto, you said you'd pay any price for power."
His breath tickled her ear. "Extreme emotions force the Sharingan's evolution."
"B-But—!"
A traditional woman like Mikoto had never been handled this way.
"No 'buts.' Were you lying earlier?"
As he spoke, his hands moved—skating under fabric, tracing the silk of her skin.
"W-What are you—?!"
Her voice hitched, disbelieving.
"Helping you awaken the Mangekyō."
A lazy smirk. "I always keep my promises."
"N-No, I d-don't—"
Her trembling intensified—mirrored in the flickering Sharingan.
"See? It's working."
With his Eternal Mangekyō, Sōma could feel her ocular power swelling.
Not enough for the leap—but proof his method had merit.
Mikoto's scarlet face froze mid-protest.
He's… not wrong.
"Shh. Quiet now."
A whisper-threat. "Students come up here all the time. Might even be someone you know."
Terror spiked through her—so sharp her knees buckled.
Only Sōma's grip kept her upright.
"…!"
Her teeth sank into her lower lip.
Defeat.
Acceptance.
Then—
Sōma dipped his head, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
Mikoto's mind blanked.
No experience.
No resistance.
Just helpless surrender.
By the time she regained coherence—
"E-Enough!"
She shoved him back, face burning with humiliation.
"For today, yes."
He chuckled, unfazed. "But look—your ocular power has grown."
Her expression darkened.
"Everything… has its price."
Sōma's fingers carded through her raven hair—possessive.
"No such thing as a free ascent to heaven. Right, Aunt Mikoto?"
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