"Even with a Mangekyō, you're still a child — read more books."
Uchiha Soren tapped Hikari's head lightly.
He knew every Mangekyō holder, without exception, was at least a little… unstable.
He didn't intend to let history repeat itself through Hikari.
"If books bore you, make friends. I have five disciples — tomorrow you'll teach their class at the Advanced Division."
Hikari sparkled with hope—then froze.
"But… I don't know how to teach."
"If words fail, use your fists.
Make them understand your sincerity."
Remembering the brutal "training" she once received from older Uchiha, Hikari slowly nodded.
After breakfast, chores and baths passed by peacefully.
Soren pulled on a robe, activated his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, and the world widened into the vast sensory field of Tenchō Tenson.
Five thousand meters of vision expanded—
Revealing Minako, soaking in bathhouse steam, cheeks flushed, a Flying Thunder God kunai gliding through her fingers.
(Efficient as always.)
He left a shadow clone to handle domestic matters and vanished from the house.
When Minako whispered his name, he appeared behind her in the mist—
And an intimate, whispered "negotiation" began.
"Tomorrow at this time again… I'll be waiting, An-san."
"You're heading to the Land of Whirlpools tomorrow," he teased.
"Next time will be outdoors."
"You have Flying Thunder God," she huffed softly. "You just like tormenting me…"
She leaned into him.
"And… you must win, An-san."
"With my strength? Don't worry."
Minako left him with one final glance—half affection, half command.
Soren returned home in exceptionally good spirits.
Nightfall — The Hokage's Household Incident
He entered his room and found two shy, radiant women waiting:
Uchiha Jiruri, poised and smirking.
Kagura, pink-cheeked and flustered.
"An-kun," Jiruri purred, "Hikari's warding seal is active tonight. She won't hear a thing."
Soren grinned.
"Kagura's already impatient."
"I—I am not!"
"Then I'm going first."
"Ehh!? Jiruri-sister is bullying me again!"
"Darling~ come here…"
The moment Kagura's wide, watery eyes flicked toward him—
Soren kicked the door shut behind him.
The rest of the night required no retelling.
Morning — A Crisis of Innocence (Again)
Dawn softened the curtains.
Uchiha Hikari awoke, still clutching her oversized cat plushie.
She dressed neatly in black training wear, tied her hair in a high ponytail like Soren's, and stepped downstairs—
Pausing.
Something was off.
The three bedroom doors upstairs were shut.
No movement.
No voices.
Her Sharingan flickered involuntarily—
She squeaked, face turning scarlet.
Hikari fled to wash her face.
Then to the kitchen, where she attempted breakfast… and nearly burned it trying not to think.
(Brother… and the sisters… all in one room…)
Sitting alone afterward, she looked around the warm, safe home — far better than the Warring States pits of fear and hunger — yet…
Her chest tightened.
Before she could wipe her eyes, a large hand mussed her hair.
"You worry me, little sister."
Hikari stiffened.
"I'm not worrying."
"Yes, yes. Hikari is the most obedient."
He ruffled her hair again and stepped away.
"Wait here. I'll be back.
And stop overthinking."
"…I wasn't overthinking."
Seconds after he vanished—
"UWAA—!"
Soren popped back in front of her with a ridiculous face.
Hikari nearly jumped out of her skin.
Soren burst into laughter.
"So you really can make cute expressions."
"BROTHER!!"
She launched herself at him like a furious kitten.
Just then, Jiruri descended the stairs — froze — then darkened.
Soren was effortlessly restraining a struggling Mangekyō girl with one hand.
Jiruri marched over, smacked his arm away, and swept Hikari into her embrace.
Soren simply shrugged and walked off.
Hikari buried her face into Jiruri's chest.
"Jiruri-sister…"
"If he bullies you again, tell me or Kagura.
Next time we'll make him eat over-salted rice."
Hikari giggled—then sniffed.
"…Jiruri-sister, you smell strange today."
Jiruri froze.
Then fled toward the bath in mortified silence.
She nearly collided with Soren in the hallway.
"Hmph! All your fault!"
He blinked, utterly bewildered.
Advanced Division — The Substitute Teacher
After breakfast, Soren walked Hikari to the Advanced Division.
Classroom 1 fell silent when the door opened.
Five children—six years old, already between genin and chūnin thanks to his clones—stood straight.
A pale little boy with serpentine eyes bowed first.
Orochimaru.
"Good morning, Teacher Soren."
Potential crackled through the classroom.
Today, they would meet their substitute teacher.
One who wielded the Mangekyō Sharingan.
Administrative Affairs — New Offices, New Plans
Back in the Hokage Office, Soren resumed paperwork.
Minako, dressed in gray mission attire, arrived and handed him a scroll.
"Hokage-sama, this finalizes the City Management Office site — between the central and outer districts.
Sarutobi Biwako will serve as director."
Soren signed without hesitation.
"The sealed bird is ready.
I leave for the Land of Whirlpools today."
She curtsied, then, when no one else looked, gave him a private lingering gaze that made Soren grip his tea cup a little too tightly.
Uzumaki Mito cleared her throat.
"I will resign as Hokage's Secretary.
I prefer structuring the Military Council's new office on the third floor.
Less clerical drudgery. More real authority."
Soren feigned reluctance.
"If Minister Mito insists… then we shall wait until Minako returns."
Mito allowed a faint smile.
"I will still offer guidance when needed."
Soren's mind drifted — to diplomacy, future alliances, and impossible hypotheticals like the Loulan Dragon Vein he'd once read about.
But reality called first.
A Visit to the Nine-Tails
"Minister Mito, I want to inspect the Nine-Tails."
Kurama was a trump card. And he had a suspicion or two.
Mito nodded.
"Use the Sharingan to enter the Eight-Trigrams space."
Soren let his three-tomoe spin—
And the world shifted.
Chains glowed gold.
The air shimmered like molten chakra.
The Nine-Tails lifted its massive head, one crimson eye focusing on him.
"Uchiha."
A growl. "What do you want?"
"Just to give you a decadent dream," Soren said coolly.
He didn't care to debate with the fox.
He scanned its chakra, peeling back the layers—
There.
A hidden summoning link embedded in Kurama's essence.
A contract left by Uchiha Madara.
"I'm wiping the summoning trace Madara left in you."
Mito stiffened.
Letting an Eternal Mangekyō delve into her seal was dangerous for her—if Soren probed too deeply, he might glimpse parts of her soul.
The chains trembled.
Soren glanced at her with a lazy smile.
"Minister Mito, I prefer solving problems with my blade rather than only my eyes."
"But…"
His voice lowered.
"…if you're willing to try a different thrill, I can offer you a small taste."
Mito's composure cracked.
A soft, unmistakable blush colored her cheeks.
The office air thickened with unspoken tension—
And the certainty that their Hokage carried
both ambition
and appetite
in equal measure.
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