The Seven-Tails sealing concluded without trouble—though it took a little longer than expected.
"Lady Minako."
Surrounded by reverent Senju guards, the newly appointed Seven-Tails jinchūriki, Uzumaki Minako, walked with light, fluttering steps. A healthy flush colored her cheeks, betraying a secret inner satisfaction.
Feeling the afterglow of the ritual within her, Minako's clear blue eyes flickered mischievously.
(If anything else happened last night… An-kun would be even happier.)
Back in Konoha, she glanced at Uchiha Soren's empty seat with liquid eyes and a ripple of anticipation. Tonight she already planned to wear that fishnet bodysuit—her guaranteed victory outfit.
Those two blond girls can't compete with that.
Meanwhile, Soren—having learned from a shadow clone that Genkaori had finished absorbing the Glair energy—teleported to her instantly.
He scanned her condition.
Life force throbbed through her like a contained sun—already rivaling a normal Senju jōnin.
"Genkaori, how do you feel?"
"So good!" she beamed.
"Darling, look!"
Smiling brightly, Genkaori began punching and kicking with enthusiastic vigor—still adorably clumsy, but powerful enough to flatten a few actual thugs. Her proud display resembled a mischievous street punk showing off.
Soren couldn't hold back a smirk.
"What's so funny?" she demanded, puffing her cheeks.
"Nothing," he teased, "my charming little hooligan."
Genkaori pouted louder, voice rising with cute bravado.
"I want to learn taijutsu and kenjutsu!"
"Then I'll teach you."
He tousled her hair gently.
"For now, go rest and check your status."
Genkaori—quick and eager—returned home. Soren then visited the Konoha hospital and ran a full suite of physical tests on her.
The results were impressive.
Aside from her historically low chakra reserves, her raw physical attributes now matched a chakra-enhanced taijutsu genin.
"If she absorbs three or four more times, she'll reach chūnin taijutsu level…"
"Genkaori will be useful soon."
Excited for that future, Genkaori promptly declared she would enter secluded training.
BAM!
A sharp hand-chop to the head sent her dropping to her knees with a squeak.
She blinked up at him—half hurt, half confused.
"You little fool." Soren scolded lightly.
"Glair energy is life energy—gentle, yes, but immensely potent. With your small body, one absorption needs at least ten days to integrate. Rest."
"I know… but you didn't have to hit me."
"Pain teaches fastest." He flicked her forehead.
"I'm terrified you'll get drunk on power and do something stupid."
"I'm not a fool," she protested indignantly.
Soren grinned.
"Oh? Still cheeky when your wings aren't grown?"
"Looks like my wife needs a proper lesson in love."
He lifted her effortlessly—
and a fade-to-black veil drew over the playful "lesson" that followed.
Evening — Uchiha Residence
Sunset painted the home golden. Uchiha Jiruri cooked in the kitchen while Uchiha Hikaru and a freshly bathed Genkaori—now in soft home clothes—watched the household drama unfold.
"This is my territory, meow!" declared Juno, the orange cat lord, rising with imperial dignity and folding his paws like a noble.
He stared down the white snow-weasel Nelugu, who hissed defiantly.
"HISSSS!"
"On my turf, you follow my rules!"
"HISSSS!"
Moments later, Nelugu found itself pinned beneath Juno—an uncanny imitation of Soren's authority over Genkaori. Juno strutted, chest puffed, radiating smug victory.
Genkaori hurried over.
"Juno, we're family now. Don't bully Nelugu."
"I didn't bully him!" Juno huffed.
"He provoked me first."
Then—unamused—he hopped onto Hikaru's lap.
Hikaru stroked the cat, observing Nelugu with narrowed eyes. Juno glared regally, strutting with visible pride.
Soren lay on the sofa watching the absurd battle—but his mind was far away, constructing a training blueprint for Genkaori's Six Paths-capable physical foundation.
Straight taijutsu could borrow from:
Might Dai
Future Might Guy-style conditioning
Rock Lee's relentless systems
Senju brute strength offered another model.
But forbidden techniques like the Eight Gates were dangerous—too closely tied to deep physiology. He would not force such methods prematurely.
(I remember Sunagakure developed a breathing technique—seven-day oxygen activation. That could vitalize the body.)
Another spark of memory appeared—
(Rokushiki, Haki, and other systems from worlds I've seen before… combined with my Uchiha Wind-Cut Slash…)
Piece by piece, a full multi-discipline training road map took shape.
Dinner Time
"Dinner!" Jiruri called.
The little household gathered:
four people, one cat, one snow-weasel.
Nelugu curled beneath the table while Jiruri served steaming dishes.
As they ate, Jiruri mentioned the return of Uchiha Rei and his two companions.
"A Rain Village leader is visiting our compound tomorrow?"
Soren nodded thoughtfully.
"We'll meet them in the morning."
Hikaru wiped his mouth and spoke next.
"Teacher… something weird happened during training."
"We found a bunch of toads. Green ones, yellow ones, bumpy ones… gross."
He shivered. "I burned them all."
Genkaori and Jiruri blinked.
"Kill one, and ten more popped out!" Hikaru continued.
"Even Jiraiya used one to prank people and got scolded by Tsunade."
"Orochimaru even suggested a contest—some toads were as strong as genin."
"Toads… strong as genin?" Genkaori whispered.
She glanced at Juno—suddenly worried she might not even beat the cat in a fight.
Mount Myōboku — Same Time
Panic.
Tiny toads and mid-rank sages hopped in distress across the temple floor.
"The Uchiha—evil! Too evil!"
"What should we do?!"
Fukasaku inhaled, calming himself and Shima.
"Most of our young toads lack sage cultivation… we'll be fine."
He straightened solemnly.
"Perhaps our approach to humans was wrong. We must speak with the Uchiha ourselves—before things escalate."
Shima nodded gravely.
"We'll follow your lead."
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