Flying Thunder God Technique.
It became the very first jutsu Uchiha Soren mastered after obtaining the Sealed Scroll from Uzumaki Mito—
the perfect public explanation to cover for the true nature of his right eye's spatial ability, Tenchō Ritsuzon.
A legitimate space–time jutsu was the ideal camouflage.
It also conveniently plugged a strategic hole:
long-distance teleportation.
If he ever wanted to stroll across the ninja world?
He could simply teleport.
And honestly?
The world was huge and full of treasures.
The Land of Demons and its maiden priestess…
The monster Moryō…
Ruins of the Sky Country…
The legendary Gelel Stone…
The continent beyond the far ocean…
And—of course—
Uchiha Madara.
Soren planned to see all of it.
He had even begun drafting a design for a large-scale teleportation array.
Each day the blueprint grew clearer.
"If a real final battle ever happens… Mito might destroy the Sealed Scroll before I get the chance."
That was reason enough to memorize every page.
Standing in the upper room of his home, Soren flipped open the massive scroll, feeling genuine appreciation.
Senju Tobirama might have been an Uchiha-hating maniac…
But in terms of ninjutsu research?
Only someone like Orochimaru, decades in the future, could stand equal to him.
Multiple Shadow Clone Technique.
Flying Thunder God.
Eight Inner Gates.
Edo Tensei.
Reaper Death Seal.
Soren's Mangekyō spun rapidly, absorbing everything faster than a normal human could blink.
By noon—after three days of nonstop study—he had burned the entire scroll into memory.
And his power spiked again.
"Time to ask Sarutobi Sasuke about that sealing ground."
He sensed movement downstairs—soft, feminine, domestic.
He closed the scroll.
Went downstairs.
And saw the most adorable scene in the world.
Princess Kaori, dressed in simple home clothes and an apron, carefully cooking lunch in the kitchen…
with Juno sitting beside her, pawing at his own face in dramatic boredom.
"Kaori."
Soren slid behind her, wrapped his arms around her slim waist, and pressed a kiss to the pale curve of her neck.
Her gentle fragrance curled around him like warm smoke.
Over the last few days, the supposedly evil Uchiha brat had—
step by step—
carried Princess Kaori into bed.
And every night, she had filled the house with soft, helpless cries.
Only one thing annoyed him:
Kaori refused to let go of Juno while sleeping.
Even during the most intimate moments.
She clung to that fat orange cat like a lifeline.
It made Soren feel like he was stealing Kaori from Juno in front of Juno, which was somehow…
infuriatingly exciting.
"Darling… it's still daytime."
Her alabaster skin turned rosy. The ordinarily serene, cool princess whispered breathlessly:
"Lunch isn't finished yet… and Zhili will be home soon…"
"It's not the first time."
"But it always takes too long…" she whimpered.
"Juno, save me…"
Juno stared at the wall—expression dead inside.
This household was becoming unlivable.
Soren lifted Kaori into his arms, inhaling deeply.
Girls were definitely much more pleasant than fat orange cats.
And this was where he had to admit—
with no shame whatsoever—
The Uzumaki Body Activation Technique…
combined with the Akimichi Expansion Technique…
was simply illegal.
The former granted regeneration, youth, enhanced vitality.
The latter granted explosive strength.
Together?
A disaster for anyone in his bed.
Both Kaori and Zhili had been overwhelmed so thoroughly that they sometimes held hands like sisters bracing for a natural calamity.
But at this moment—
Zhili was NOT home.
She was in the Uchiha Police Department—
despairing.
"It's already lunchtime…
What do I do…?"
"I absolutely don't want to go home…"
Zhili now fully understood Uchiha Soren's true nature.
Outside — elegant Hokage, commanding armies and clans.
Inside — a relentless, unstoppable beast with bottomless stamina.
Being cherished felt lovely.
Being overly cherished?
That was something else entirely.
"Kaori… I'm so sorry…" Zhili whispered to herself.
If she went home now, she would get pulled into battle again—
But if she DIDN'T go home…
Soren would absolutely punish her later.
In far worse ways.
"Why can't some huge catastrophe happen right now…"
Just as she prayed for a miracle—
Three sector captains approached.
"Lady Zhili, we need you to relay a message to the young lord."
Uchiha Rei bowed.
"The three of us are resigning from the Police Department. We want to take missions outside the village."
(A real task!)
Zhili nearly cried with joy.
"Why not tell Soren yourselves?"
"We're afraid he'll misunderstand," Uchiha Baru explained sheepishly.
"With him just becoming Hokage, we don't want it to seem like rebellion."
Uchiha Naka nodded.
"We want to break into the Kage tier. Staying here is stagnation."
Zhili inhaled and gave a composed nod.
"I understand. I'll tell him."
(And honestly… Soren intended to restructure the entire Police Department anyway.)
The captains left cheerfully.
Zhili checked the time.
Five minutes since lunchtime began.
She almost chased after the captains.
"What do I do now…"
"Zhili. Why aren't you home yet?"
The deep voice behind her froze her spine.
She turned slowly—
And there stood Uchiha Soren.
Wearing only a towel.
Mangekyō glowing faintly.
Expression calm, predatory.
Before she could blink, he seized her hand—
Flying Thunder God.
A flash of space—
And they reappeared inside the home.
"Zhili…! You're here… thank goodness…"
Princess Kaori lay flopped across the sofa like a defeated kitten, barely conscious.
She curled around the devastated Juno and drifted back into sleep.
Zhili looked at the exhausted princess—
looked at the room that still smelled faintly of chaos—
and then turned just in time to see the predatory hand reaching toward her.
She screamed the same words Kaori had screamed not an hour earlier:
"At least let us EAT FIRST!!"
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