Day 16: Uchiha Mikoto hurriedly seeks you out, informing you that she visited the hospital and discovered she's pregnant. She urges you to figure out a way to handle the situation.
Day 32: You set foot on the battlefield, traveling to your destination.
Day 33: A girl confesses her feelings to Hatake Kakashi. You advise Kakashi to marry an ordinary person to ensure the Hatake Clan's lineage doesn't die out. Kakashi brushes it off, uninterested. Nohara Rin, standing behind him, visibly pales.
Day 34: Your team encounters a bizarre assault from white, artificial beings. With your formidable strength, you annihilate them.
Day 35: Kirigakure's Anbu strike, and Nohara Rin is captured. You deliberately hold back your power, having ensured beforehand that Rin wears top-grade chainmail over her chest, capable of withstanding some attacks.
Day 162: Sarutobi Hiruzen's perceived weakness in foreign affairs stirs resentment among many, who believe the ceasefire treaty was too lenient and harmed Konohagakure's interests. You witness Sarutobi Hiruzen resign in disgrace.
Day 162: While the storms of war subside outside, a new wave sweeps through Konohagakure. Every ninja knows the Fourth Hokage will be chosen amidst turbulent undercurrents.
Day 163: Uchiha Fugaku brims with confidence, believing he has the upper hand and urging the Uchiha Clan to vote for him. You stare at the ballot in your hand, tempted to point out that Fugaku doesn't even qualify as a candidate. Ultimately, you hold your tongue.
Day 220: Uzumaki Kushina and Namikaze Minato get married, and you attend the ceremony.
Day 282: Mikoto gives birth to a child. You're invited to offer congratulations. Fugaku, overjoyed, cradles the baby, exclaiming, "I have a son! I'm a father!" You give a faint smile, quietly sipping your drink. Mikoto lowers her eyes, her expression unreadable.
Day 282: The child's name is finalized: Uchiha Itachi.
Day 751: Orochimaru launches an attack against you. Using a sealing technique, you bind Orochimaru's hands, forcing him to flee in a panic.
Day 752: Research on the Curse Mark of Heaven yields results. You attempt to infuse yourself with a combined form of the Curse Mark of Heaven and the demon Moryo.
Day 753: The attempt fails, and you begin refining the two. You suspect a conflict with the dual kekkei genkai in your body.
Day 822: You successfully create an improved version of the Curse Mark of Heaven and Moryo. You attempt to integrate the curse mark and Moryo's power again, and this time, you succeed. The excessive cell division caused by Raikiri: Regenerative Refinement is alleviated, no longer draining your lifespan.
Day 823: You begin actively absorbing natural energy, researching sage techniques.
Day 1006: After spending considerable time with Guren, you gain insight into Crystal Release.
Day 2832: You visit the Land of Demons and meet Miroku.
Simulation Complete. Calculating Results...
Please select one reward: Crystal Release, Improved Curse Mark of Heaven and Moryo, Mist Technique Scroll x1
"Curse Mark or Crystal Release..."
After some thought, Shimizu Uchiha rules out the Curse Mark.
The excessive cell division from Raikiri: Regenerative Refinement affects Shimizu's lifespan, but he's still young and can endure it. There's no need to choose the Curse Mark now, as he'll eventually figure it out himself.
"I choose Crystal Release."
As his words fall, a mechanical female voice resounds.
Crystal Release granted...
A peculiar sensation washes over Shimizu, as if his blood solidifies in an instant. Then, in a fleeting moment, it returns to normal, coursing through his veins once more.
"Crystal Release: Jade Crystal Blade."
At Shimizu's command, deep blue crystals form along his left arm. The crystals flow like liquid, coalescing into a crescent-shaped blade that glimmers with a chilling edge.
Hiss...
The Jade Crystal Blade slices across Shimizu's right palm, drawing a slow trickle of blood.
"Sharper than an ordinary blade," Shimizu remarks, testing the blade's keenness before dispelling the chakra.
The crystals shatter with a snap, scattering into the air and melting into nothingness.
Maintaining Crystal Release for extended periods requires a constant supply of chakra. For regular use, the crystals vanish from the air the moment chakra flow ceases.
"Crystal Release suits the Sky Blade better than Fire Release," Shimizu muses.
A small, crimson crystal sword materializes in his palm, orbiting around him at his will.
Fire Release, being an energy-based technique, is too intangible. Crystal Release, however, is a tangible substance, capable of persisting longer in the air.
"Crystal Release: Wings of Crystal."
Massive wings sprout from Shimizu's back, vivid and lifelike. Upon closer inspection, they're composed of countless feather-like crystal blades woven together.
"A second means of flight," Shimizu observes, examining the wings.
They resemble Konan's wings formed by Dance of the Shikigami. Crystal Release: Wings of Crystal is his own creation, simply a matter of channeling chakra into Crystal Release chakra.
By substituting Fire Release chakra with Water Release and Wind Release chakra, he can unleash Crystal Release.
Moments later, Shimizu gently flaps the wings, carefully controlling their movement to avoid wrecking his bedroom.
His body slowly rises, floating in the air within the room.
Fire Release flight can be used to carry people or objects by enlarging the size of the giant sword. Crystal Release, however, leans toward solo combat.
In battle, standing on a sword restricts the feet's freedom. Now, with wings formed by countless crystal blades spanning a three-meter radius, Shimizu can float freely above the ground.
The reason his bedroom walls remain unscathed is that he tightly retracts the wings.
Soon after, Shimizu disperses the chakra sustaining them.
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he reflects on the simulator's events. Mikoto didn't take her own life and instead sought him out to discuss what to do about the child.
Shimizu had already devised a solution. It just requires Mikoto's cooperation.
Uchiha Clan Settlement, Fugaku's Residence
Mikoto gazes at the bustling crowd, an inexplicable feeling stirring in her chest.
Click.
Arriving at her doorstep, she opens the door.
"You're back?" Fugaku calls from the living room, seated on the sofa with a newspaper in hand.
"Uh... yeah," Mikoto replies, her expression faltering slightly.
"I'll go make dinner."
Perhaps to mask her unease, she hurries into the kitchen.
Fugaku finds her behavior puzzling. Noticing her unusually pale complexion, he wonders if her old illness has flared up again.
Maybe I'll ask Shimizu to check on her later, he thinks, shaking his head before returning to his newspaper.
After a while, he glances up at Mikoto, busy in the kitchen.
Is it his imagination, or does she seem... more radiant? There's an indescribable allure to her now, an instinctive impression he can't quite articulate.
Fugaku ponders this but finds no answer. He lets the thought go.
The pressing matter now is deciding which frontline the Uchiha Clan should deploy against Kirigakure's ninja.
Half a month passes in the blink of an eye.
Ninja quietly prepare supplies, bracing for the upcoming conflict. Everyone senses that this battle will likely be the final large-scale clash.
The death toll across the major ninja villages has reached a breaking point. Any more losses, and they'll face a generational gap in shinobi.
While the ninja brace for war, Uchiha Mikoto, a housewife who isn't a ninja, feels an overwhelming sense of urgency.
Clutching a medical report, she nearly faints.
"Congratulations!" the female doctor says, as is customary for every expectant mother.
"Thank you," Mikoto replies, her voice tinged with bitterness.
For the past half-month, she's tried desperately to forget those dark days. She's been cautious around Fugaku, terrified he might notice something amiss.
Fortunately, Fugaku has been too preoccupied to pay much attention to family matters.
Just as Mikoto thought life was returning to normal, she felt nauseous while shopping with Kushina yesterday.
The nausea deepened her unease. After all, she and Shimizu...
She immediately went to the hospital for a check-up and now holds the results.
She prayed countless times that it wouldn't be true. But the cold, hard truth stares back at her.
Devastated, Mikoto returns home, crumpling the report into a ball in her grip.
"My body still reacts with stress around Fugaku," she thinks, consumed by sorrow.
She even wonders if Shimizu tampered with her somehow.
But on second thought, it's all just a coincidence. It was Fugaku's idea to have Shimizu treat her health issues in the first place.
Could Shimizu have been scheming for years? The thought is too terrifying to entertain.
How could someone be so calculating, so meticulous?
Click.
A sudden sound jolts Mikoto's heart.
Is Fugaku back?
She hasn't figured out how to handle this yet!
She sits frozen, waiting anxiously, but no further sounds come.
Standing up, she sees a cat and a sparrow tussling outside.
"Just a cat," she mutters, relief flooding her, though the weight in her chest remains.
Biting her lip, she hesitates before stepping out the door.
"Lord Shimizu, this is what Lady Mikoto said," Hyuga Natsu says, handing Shimizu a scroll.
Shimizu takes it. The scroll contains the Hyuga Clan's main branch techniques: Gentle Fist, Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms, Rotation, and more.
"Not bad, but it's not enough. Go back and ask your lady for more sincerity," Shimizu replies.
"Yes, Lord Shimizu," Natsu nods slightly.
Ever since Shimizu threatened Hyuga Ginka, Natsu's life has improved significantly. Ginka no longer dares to abuse her freely.
Natsu has come to appreciate the peace this brings, all thanks to Shimizu.
As Shimizu speaks with Natsu, a figure lingers outside, not far from the door.
Hyuga Tetsu stares at Shimizu's house, his expression dark. No matter how he tries, all he can see is the deep, black glass of the windows.
He considers using his Byakugan to peer inside but knows that doing so would likely get him caught.
The Byakugan's transparency has limits. Casually spying on others' privacy is impractical and easily detected. Otherwise, the Hyuga Clan would be using their Byakugan around the clock to steal secrets from other clans.
"Atsuka..." Tetsu mutters, his heart heavy.
The Hyuga main branch forbids him from contacting Shimizu, fearing it could jeopardize Hyuga Nobuhiko's Byakugan, despite Nobuhiko being a criminal.
Tetsu clenches his fists. Yesterday, he finally mastered the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms, causing a stir among the branch family.
Once the main branch's issues are resolved, he vows to confront Shimizu.
Step... step...
Footsteps approach.
Tetsu turns to see Uchiha Mikoto, the wife of the Uchiha Clan leader.
He quickly lowers his head, hiding his Byakugan in the shadows, and slips away.
He's here in secret, too guilty to risk being seen by other Uchiha.
"Who was that?" Mikoto wonders, a flicker of suspicion in her mind.
Was someone lingering near Shimizu's house? Was it Inuzuka Tetsuhiro or Inuzuka Inabi?
Knock, knock.
Lost in thought, Mikoto raps on the door.
Moments later, Hyuga Natsu opens it, respectfully inviting Mikoto inside.
"Why is a Hyuga here?" Mikoto frowns.
She realizes there's much about Shimizu she doesn't know. Does Fugaku know?
Her thoughts swirl chaotically as she changes into house slippers at the entrance and steps into the living room.
"Mikoto-nee's visit truly honors my humble home," Shimizu says with a slight smile, gesturing for Natsu to serve Mikoto tea.
Natsu complies, swiftly preparing a cup of hot tea and placing it before Mikoto.
A Hyuga maid serving an Uchiha—it's a bewildering sight that Mikoto can't quite grasp.
But she didn't come here for trivial matters.
She shoots Shimizu a pointed look, glancing at Natsu.
Shimizu understands and waves Natsu away for the day.
"Alright," Natsu says, her figure vanishing from the room.
After a full minute, Mikoto confirms no one else is present before parting her lips. "I... I'm pregnant."
She had intended to reproach Shimizu, but the words soften as they leave her mouth. Her gaze remains icy, her elegant face betraying no emotion.
"I'll take responsibility," Shimizu says calmly.
A forced fruit may not be sweet, but it will quench thirst.
"Take responsibility? How?" Mikoto scoffs.
Facing Shimizu, she feels all her learned composure unravel. With someone like him, decorum seems pointless.
"There's only one way..." Shimizu leans closer, outlining his plan.
Mikoto's face twists in shock.
"Mikoto-nee, this is for your own good. You have no room to turn back," Shimizu says softly, his Sharingan spinning slowly, subtly guiding her thoughts toward his desired outcome, drawing out her deepest fears.
No matter what, Mikoto has already walked this path.
And often, people care only about the outcome, not the process.
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