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Hokage Office, Konohagakure
Seiji knelt respectfully before Sarutobi Hiruzen and presented a scroll. "Hokage-sama… this is the mission report."
"Hm…" Hiruzen murmured as he accepted the scroll and set it aside on the desk. He would need to review it later to plan the next steps related to Seiji's mission, but at the moment, something else weighed more heavily on his mind. "Seiji-kun, did you attend the Uchiha Patriarch's ascension ceremony?"
"Yes… I was there," Seiji replied, nodding openly.
"How did it go?" Hiruzen asked. "Did anything of note happen there?"
"Well…" Seiji hesitated, unsure how to phrase it or whether he should say anything at all. He worried that reporting what had happened might only complicate matters further.
Noticing Seiji's hesitation, Hiruzen immediately sensed that something was wrong. "Did Uchiha Kanzou do something that makes you hesitate even before the Hokage?" he asked, then pressed more gently, "Seiji-kun, I hope you'll help me here. If I don't know what's happening, it puts me in a difficult position. I don't want relations between the clans to sour, and I'm certain your father, Kagami, wouldn't have wanted that either. So… please, tell me."
At the mention of his father and the fragile balance between the clans, Seiji felt the pressure close in. He did want to speak, but how could he explain that Kanzou had invoked Madara's name and openly spoken against the Hokage?
But saying nothing would be far worse. Forcing down the hesitation in his chest, Seiji finally spoke.
"Hokage-sama… during his speech upon becoming Patriarch, he brought up Madara's name."
"Madara's name?" Hiruzen repeated, his pupils shrinking.
The horror associated with Madara was something Hiruzen could never forget. He had been very young when the Shodaime Hokage fought Madara at the Valley of the End and finally put him down, but that battle had shaken the entire shinobi world, leaving scars that could never truly fade.
From a distance, while following his teacher Tobirama, Hiruzen had witnessed fragments of that clash, and it had shaken him.
He knew Madara's terror from that battle. He knew Madara's ideology from what his teacher had taught him.
For Kanzou to invoke that name at such a moment was deeply troubling.
Seiji nodded grimly. "There are some clansmen who believe Madara was right… and Kanzou appears to be one of them." He hesitated, then added carefully, "In fact… I may not be wrong in saying that Kanzou could be an inheritor of Madara's will."
"An inheritor of Madara's will…?" Hiruzen murmured, his expression tightening. After a brief pause, he asked, "Did he say anything else?"
"As for anything beyond that…" Seiji shook his head. "He spoke about wanting the Uchiha Clan to return to its 'true glory.' But he didn't explain what he considers glory or greatness, nor what form that return would take. I'm still uncertain about his exact intentions."
"I see…" Hiruzen nodded slowly, deep in thought, weighing what Kanzou might mean by restoring the Uchiha to greatness.
As the silence stretched, Seiji debated whether to bring up another matter. He realized there was little point in hiding it, if Kanzou approached the Hokage directly, the issue would surface regardless. Better to speak now.
"Hokage-sama… there is one more thing," he said.
Hiruzen snapped out of his thoughts and looked at him. "Hm?"
"He wants me to join the Military Police Force," Seiji replied.
"Is that so?" Hiruzen murmured.
Seiji nodded. "According to him, the Police Force is short on manpower, and he wants me transferred there. I told him the decision wasn't mine to make, and in response, he said he would come to you directly to request my transfer."
Hiruzen fell silent for a moment, then said evenly, "If he wants you to join the Police Force, then why not do it?"
Seiji blinked, caught off guard by the answer. "Should I spy on Kanzou?" he wondered.
Hiruzen nodded, clarifying his intent. "Yes. Observe him. Gather information. Much of our intelligence on Uchiha Kanzou, his strength, and his capabilities is outdated. Since he joined the Police Force, we've had little insight into his recent activities and what exactly is going on within the Police Force. I also want information on the people closest to him, his subordinates."
Seiji considered this carefully. He thought of the radical ideas Kanzou had been spreading, and of the direction those ideas could push the clan toward.
'A rebellion… It's not impossible,' he realized grimly.
If that happened, the Uchiha Clan would be thrown into crisis, and the village as a whole would suffer immensely. He couldn't afford to ignore that possibility.
Even though he had no desire to serve under Kanzou, knowing it would severely limit his authority and freedom, this was likely the wiser course.
After a moment, he nodded. "If this is your order, Hokage-sama… then I will do it."
"Very well," Hiruzen said after a moment. "In that case, I will transfer you to the Police Force. If you join of your own accord, rather than forcing me to intervene on his behalf, it will earn his trust. He'll be more open with you about his intentions and plans."
Seiji nodded in understanding. "Then… please proceed."
"Hm." Hiruzen exhaled lightly and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Seiji hesitated, then nodded again. "It's about Fugaku-sama." He spoke carefully. "After his exile from the clan, he seems to have vanished. I wanted to ask if you know anything about his whereabouts."
Seiji wasn't sure whether Fugaku had been assassinated by Kanzou, gone into hiding, or fled altogether. If anyone knew, it would be the Hokage.
Hiruzen shook his head. "As for Uchiha Fugaku… even I don't know where he is right now. It's possible he left the village, perhaps to one of the Uchiha clan's old hideouts? Or maybe somewhere else entirely. I can't say for certain."
"Is that so…" Seiji murmured, a hint of skepticism in his voice. Still, he didn't press the issue. If Fugaku was under the Hokage's protection, that was for the best; he felt that the Hokage would be able to protect him. And if Fugaku had managed to leave the village safely, that was acceptable too. He just hoped that Kanzou hadn't already assassinated Fugaku which wouldn't be too much of a surprise
"If Fugaku-sama has indeed left the village… I hope Hokage-sama won't label him a traitor," Seiji said quietly. "He didn't leave of his own will. He was exiled."
Hiruzen asked. "Are you sure about this? Given what Uchiha Fugaku is accused of… Uchiha Mikoto may not be satisfied."
Seiji had no immediate answer.
To be honest, the entire affair reeked of conspiracy.
Mikoto had openly testified against Fugaku.
Yet to Seiji, the idea that Fugaku had forced Mikoto into such a situation didn't sit right at all. He simply didn't believe Fugaku was that kind of man.
So, if Fugaku hadn't coerced her, then what did that mean? Had Mikoto acted of her own will and framed her own fiancé?
Why would she do that?
There were only two possible explanations.
The first was that she had done it willingly, because she wanted to be with Kanzou and needed Fugaku out of the way.
Seiji didn't want to believe this either. He has known Mikoto for a long time and he had never taken her to be the kind of woman who would betray her fiancé so coldly.
And yet… the human heart was complicated. Love, obsession, desire, any of them could drive a person to abandon morals, dignity, even long-held values. Perhaps she truly loved Kanzou so deeply that she no longer cared about anything else, and framing Fugaku was simply the price she was willing to pay.
As disturbing as it was, that possibility existed.
The second explanation was even darker: that Mikoto had been threatened into doing it. She claimed Fugaku had coerced her, but what if Kanzou had been the real one pulling the strings?
Considering the kind of things Kanzou has been doing… it would definitely make sense.
It's just that, judging by Mikoto's demeanor today, she appeared genuinely devoted to Kanzou. She showed no signs of fear, no hesitation, no trace of coercion.
Even when Kanzou wrapped his hand around her waist, she didn't flinch at all; rather, she acted shy and a bit embarrassed… but not afraid. And Elder Tadayoshi was also there… so he couldn't be certain if she was being threatened either.
All of this was so confusing that it was giving him a headache… he didn't want to draw a conclusion just based on opinions and assumptions… so he wanted to watch and investigate things on his own.
After a brief pause, Seiji spoke carefully. "For now, let's wait. If Mikoto-sama herself pushes for Fugaku-sama to be declared a traitor, then you can consider it. But until then… I don't think he should be branded as one." He hesitated, then added, "In the meantime, I'll try to uncover what really happened."
"Hm…" Hiruzen considered his words before nodding. "That seems reasonable. Just be careful."
"I will," Seiji replied.
They discussed a few other matters, and soon after, Seiji took his leave and exited the Hokage's office.
Moments after Seiji left, an ANBU slipped in through the window and landed without a sound.
"I didn't know… that he worked for you."
Despite the words, there was little surprise in his tone, as though this merely confirmed a suspicion he'd long held.
Hiruzen shrugged lightly. "He doesn't work for me, not exactly. He's simply loyal, and he trusts me to act in the village's best interests, which I naturally would since I am the Hokage."
"Hmm…" the ANBU hummed, offering no further comment.
Hiruzen let out a quiet sigh. "Uchiha Seiji is trustworthy and loyal," he said again. "He could prove useful to you."
'Trustworthy and loyal to you… not to me,' the ANBU thought behind the mask, but he didn't voice it, only let out a low grunt.
Hiruzen continued, "If you work with him, it may be possible to remove Uchiha Kanzou from the position of Patriarch and reclaim control."
The ANBU didn't deny the idea, but he didn't accept it either. "First, I need to become stronger," he said flatly. "As much as I hate to admit it, Uchiha Kanzou is stronger than me. That's why all of this is happening. I need power, quickly. Only then can I overthrow him."
Previously, he had believed that even if he wasn't stronger than Kanzou, his father's position as Patriarch would secure his own inheritance. Even if Kanzou surpassed him in strength, he thought the clan would support him as the next Patriarch out of duty and loyalty to his father.
And even Kanzou would have no choice but to bend the knee before him.
But reality had proven him wrong, and he had ended up being framed, humiliated, and exiled.
By now, he understood one thing with absolute clarity: without the power to completely uproot Kanzou, he could do nothing to him at all.
Hiruzen let out a low hum. "Then focus on that, and do it quickly. Time may not be on our side. Uchiha Kanzou may already be steering your Uchiha clan toward rebellion. I seriously hope that no such thing happens…. But if that happens, I'll have no choice but to put an end to it." His gaze hardened. "If you can remove him and take control of the Uchiha Clan, and avoid any such movement, that future might still be avoided."
"I know," the ANBU replied with a brief nod. No further explanation was needed. In the next instant, he vanished, leaving the Hokage's office silent once more.
"Sigh… what a troublesome situation," Hiruzen muttered, drawing on his pipe. Smoke curled lazily into the air as he spoke again, his voice low, as though addressing someone long gone. "Tobirama-sensei… you were right after all. Another Madara has appeared within the Uchiha Clan."
The Nidaime Hokage had always feared the emergence of another Madara, or someone like him, among the Uchiha and he feared the consequences of the emergence of such a person.
That fear was precisely why the clan had been pushed into the Police Force: to give them the illusion of authority and control, while quietly preventing such a threat from ever rising.
Yet it had happened anyway.
It was a failure, his, Sarutobi Hiruzen's failure. He had allowed such an existence to take shape within the Uchiha Clan right under his nose.
The realization tightened his nerves with unease.
But Hiruzen quickly shook his head. 'No… Uchiha Kanzou is not Uchiha Madara,' he reassured himself. 'Kanzou does not possess Madara's strength.'
What made Madara Madara was his overwhelming power, the kind that could level mountains, the kind that only a single man had ever been capable of suppressing. Kanzou, in Hiruzen's judgment, did not have that level of strength, nor would he ever reach it.
To attain such power, one needed the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, something Kanzou could never possess.
'Even if he awakens the Mangekyō Sharingan,' Hiruzen thought, 'the Eternal Mangekyō is beyond his reach.'
After all, awakening it required a sibling's Mangekyō Sharingan, and Kanzou had no such sibling.
Which meant, in the end, Kanzou could never become Madara.
'But the Mangekyō Sharingan… could Uchiha Kanzou have awakened it?' Hiruzen wondered.
Even if it wasn't the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, the Mangekyō alone was still a grave threat.
'I hope not…' The thought unsettled him, and he could only hope his fears were unfounded.
At that moment, another ANBU appeared soundlessly, a scroll held out in both hands. "Hokage-sama, this is the report from the informant within the Uchiha Clan."
"Hm… I see," Hiruzen replied, accepting the scroll before dismissing the ANBU with a gesture.
He unfurled it at once and began to read.
Seiji was not his only source within the Uchiha. There was another, an informant who had reliably provided him with information whenever it was needed. Even if Seiji had not returned from his mission and personally reported what had transpired at the ceremony, Hiruzen would have learned of it regardless.
Still, Seiji's return was useful. With Seiji openly conveying the details, Hiruzen could continue to keep the existence of his other informant hidden, especially from Fugaku.
Well then, he thought as his eyes scanned the report, 'let's see, Araki-kun… does your account match Seiji-kun's?'
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Patriarch's Mansion, Uchiha Compound…
By the time Kanzou and Mikoto returned to the mansion, evening had already settled in. After changing into more comfortable clothes, Mikoto approached him with the Gunbai in her hands and asked, "Where should I put the Gunbai?"
"Just toss it in the storeroom or somewhere," Kanzou replied absently, clearly uninterested in the weapon.
Mikoto froze. "Kanzou-sama… the Gunbai is the symbol of the clan, and more importantly, it's a symbol of your authority as Patriarch. Wouldn't it be better kept in your study? The armory would also be appropriate."
"That would make sense if it were the original," he said with a shrug. "But this one is a fake. Douma had it made as a replica, nothing more than decoration to signify his status as Patriarch. What's the point of treating a fake like a symbol?"
After Madara left the clan with the original Gunbai, Douma commissioned a replacement to mark his own status as Patriarch. However, compared to the original, crafted from the leaf of a spirit tree, the replica was vastly inferior.
It couldn't deflect Tailed Beast Bombs, would snap under sufficient force, and served no real purpose beyond decoration.
Kanzou had no interest in displaying something so hollow and meaningless.
"Using a fake as a symbol would only make me look like a fake Patriarch," Kanzou added coolly. "Is that what you want?"
"N-no… that's not what I meant at all," Mikoto said quickly, shaking her head, alarmed by the misunderstanding. In fact, she didn't know that this Gunbai was fake at all… and only now she is hearing about it.
"So put it in the storeroom," he concluded. "When I recover the original Gunbai someday, that will be worth displaying."
"Recover the original?" she asked at once. "Do you know where it is?"
If this Gunbai was a replica, then the original must have last appeared during the Battle at the Valley of the End. What happened to it after that remained uncertain; perhaps it was lost amid the chaos, or even destroyed. Given the catastrophic scale of that battle, either outcome would have been unsurprising.
Yet Kanzou spoke as though its recovery was inevitable, as if he were certain he would reclaim it someday. That certainty made her wonder whether he already knew where it was.
"Don't worry about that," he said lightly, clearly unwilling to explain further.
"I see…" Mikoto replied, understanding his refusal. She chose not to press the matter any further and quietly left to place the fake Gunbai in the storeroom before beginning dinner preparations.
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As she chopped vegetables, Kanzou stepped in close and slid his arms around her waist, pressing his chest against her back.
She flinched, the knife freezing mid-cut. "K-Kanzou-sama… what is it?" she asked quickly.
"Nothing in particular," he murmured, leaning down to her ear. "I just suddenly feel like fucking you. That's all."
She blushed as his hands moved over her chest, her voice dropping. "I… I'm still making dinner…"
"Yeah," he said with a smirk. "You can keep cooking. It's not like I'm stopping you." His fingers pinched her nipples teasingly.
"I—I won't be able to…" she whispered, struggling to suppress the moan rising in her throat. "If you… t-touch me like that…"
"Fair enough," he replied, withdrawing his hands. She let out a small sigh of relief, but it didn't last.
Leaning in again, he whispered into her ear, "But don't you think this is an improper way to cook… especially when you're cooking for the man you plan to marry?"
She blinked in confusion. "W-what do you mean?" She clearly didn't understand him.
"I mean your clothes," he said calmly, then lowered his voice as he leaned closer. "They're inappropriate." His whisper deepened. "When you're cooking for the man you plan to marry, you should be wearing nothing but an apron." His fingers tugged lightly at her long skirt and blouse. "These don't belong."
"T-this…" Her face flushed as understanding dawned on her. He was telling her to cook while wearing only an apron.
"How about I help you get rid of them?" he asked with a grin, his hand already moving to the hook of her skirt.
Mikoto knew it wasn't a real question. He wasn't asking for permission; he was waiting for her consent in name only.
The thought of cooking like that felt indecent, humiliating even… but could she refuse him? She couldn't. After a brief hesitation, she nodded. "H-hmm… a-alright…"
The moment she agreed, he unhooked her skirt and slid the zipper down. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her pale, full thighs and the panties hugging her buttocks.
She squirmed as his fingers traced slowly over her exposed skin. Then he hooked a finger into the elastic of her black lace panties and murmured, "These need to come off too. You don't mind, do you, Mikoto?"
She bit her lip and shook her head faintly. "P-please… remove them too…"
Satisfied, he said softly, "Then spread your legs a little."
"Hai…" She obeyed, spreading her legs… and he slowly pulled her panties down, letting them fall to her ankles as she stood there, trembling under his touch.
"Next is your blouse and bra," he said, his tone firm. "Raise your arms."
"Hnn…" She obeyed shyly, lifting both arms.
He loosened the apron's neck strap, then caught the hem of her blouse and drew it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Her pale, smooth back was revealed, the thin strap of her bra half-hidden beneath the curtain of long black hair cascading down her spine.
Gathering her hair to one side, he slowly traced his fingers along her pale, delicate back, over the faint purple bite marks he himself had left behind.
She shuddered at the touch, a soft moan slipping from her lips. "Hnn…"
"Mikoto…" he murmured, then asked quietly, "Be honest, do you like it when I touch your back like this?"
"Hnn… y-yes…" she nodded shyly, her breathing growing slightly uneven.
"Fufu… that's good," he grinned as his fingers found the thin strap of her bra. With a practiced motion, he unclasped it. Her breasts sprang free, and he slid the bra off completely, tossing it aside and leaving her tits fully exposed.
Seeing them from over her shoulders, Kanzou smiled and couldn't resist the temptation of cupping them in his hands, squeezing appreciatively.
"Kanzou-sama… n-not now…" she moaned, trying to remind him to wait until dinner was finished. She hadn't even cooked it yet… and if he started doing it now, then she'd definitely not be able to cook it.
"I can't help it, Mikoto," he murmured, his hands roaming. "Your tits… they're so damn beautiful. I can't stop myself." He pinched her nipples, making her gasp.
She bit her lip, arching back against his chest as warmth spread through her body. Yet she also protested, "B-but… didn't you say my breasts… th-they weren't big enough…?"
He blinked, then tugged gently at her nipples again, grinning. "Why? Did that offend you?"
She snorted softly and stayed silent, which was enough of an answer. Of course, she was offended. He always played with her breasts shamelessly, yet still claimed they were lacking.
Not to mention, at that time, he was forcing her to use her breasts to give him a paizuri. How could she not feel aggrieved?
"Your tits… they really aren't that big," he repeated, making her pout as if she wanted to protest, 'then why are you playing them like that?'
"But… that's only about size," he added casually. "In every other way… your breasts are very beautiful. I like them."
When it came to breasts, size alone wasn't everything. When they were too large, they could look awkward, even detract from a woman's overall figure. Don't misunderstand, big breasts were undeniably attractive, fun to squeeze, to suck on, to play with, but it was also true that excess size could rob a body of grace and sensual balance.
What truly mattered was proportion.
And while Mikoto's breasts weren't large compared to someone like Tsunade, Hinata, or Samui, they were the perfect size for her figure, complementing her body with natural elegance and a quiet sensuality that made her undeniably attractive to him.
"I-is that true?" she asked shyly.
"Then why do you think I play with them so much, huh?" he replied casually. "Do you think I'd bother touching your tits if I didn't find them beautiful?"
"Hmm… r-right," she nodded.
Deep down, she knew he was telling the truth; he wouldn't be playing with her breasts if he didn't find them appealing. And as for the idea that he might be lying to her… why would he? What reason would he have to deceive her when she had no power to refuse him either way?
The simple fact that he genuinely found her breasts beautiful made a warm, almost sweet feeling bloom in her chest.
For a fleeting moment, she even considered letting him play with them as much as he wanted.
That thought broke quickly as she spoke up instead. "E-even so… I'm cooking right now," she said shyly. "Y-you can't play with them at the moment… I won't be able to focus, and I'll mess up dinner…"
"Hmm… I do want to eat Mikoto's specially prepared dinner," he murmured. Letting out an unwilling sigh, he nodded. "I suppose I'll relent." With that, he released her breasts and stepped back, though not before adding, "Alright, finish preparing dinner. I'll fuck you after we're done with that."
Biting her lip, she nodded shyly. "I-it'll be up to you, Kanzou-sama…"
"Good," he replied with a nod, settling onto the dining table as he watched her continue cooking in nothing but an apron, his attention gradually drifting inward toward the system reward.
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He had received the reward the moment he officially became Patriarch, but he hadn't checked it right away. Only now did he finally have the time.
'Conqueror's Haki, huh?'
This was the second time the System had granted him something that did not belong to the shinobi world. The first had been the Zanpakutō Ryūjin Jakka. Now, it was Conqueror's Haki.
Since he couldn't purchase abilities from other worlds, acquiring such powers was entirely beyond his control. Only the System could bestow them as rewards.
'Interesting…' he murmured. 'I didn't expect to receive Conqueror's Haki for becoming the Patriarch of the Uchiha Clan.'
Conqueror's Haki, also known as the Color of the Supreme King, was a rare form of Haki from the world of Nepo Piece, possessed only by a select few. As expected from that world, those born with it were usually nepo babies: members of powerful bloodlines, prominent families, or influential clans such as the D Clan. Alternatively, those with the sheer will of a conqueror could also acquire it... But nepotism was still favored, as being born into the right lineage was the easiest way to obtain it.
Anyway, at its core, Conqueror's Haki was a manifestation of one's will and ambition. It had several applications. Dominion allowed the user to impose their presence on others, crushing their psyche through intimidation. Incapacitation made it possible to overwhelm weaker wills and knock people unconscious outright.
The next thing was Infusion.
By infusing attacks with Conqueror's Haki, a technique only a tiny fraction of its already rare users could master, the user could unleash devastation on an absurd scale. The kind of destruction normally associated with Susanoo of other Kaiju… could be replicated purely through Conqueror's Haki-infused attacks.
The problem was that none of it felt truly new to him. Dominion, incapacitation, infusion, he already possessed equivalents for all of them or could possess them.
As for domination and incapacitation, genjutsu did far more. He could overwhelm an opponent's psyche, knock them unconscious, and even inflict lasting trauma. And domination? With the Mangekyō Sharingan, he didn't merely suppress another's will; he could control his targets outright.
That left infusion.
'Isn't this basically the same as cloaking attacks in chakra?' he thought, recalling Tsunade's absurdly destructive chakra-enhanced blows.
If he had to draw an analogy, Tsunade's chakra-enhanced blows would fall under something closer to Armament Haki. Advanced Conqueror's Haki (ACoC) was different in nature, but still…
'I suppose striking without physical contact is one advantage,' he mused. 'And the rest is basically aura farming.'
With his hands in his pockets, without activating the Sharingan and without weaving a single hand sign, he could release a wave of Conqueror's Haki that would make others foam at the mouth and collapse unconscious.
In that sense, it was a pure aura-flexing ability.
Beyond that, he saw little practical value in it. Genjutsu was simply superior.
'If this were Observation Haki, though…' The thought made him pause, and he immediately questioned the System.
'System, will Conqueror's Haki function through its original Haki power system, or will it work like Ryūjin Jakka, consuming chakra instead of spiritual energy?"
[The power system will be converted into chakra. You will consume chakra.]
Kanzou frowned in disappointment. 'Then doesn't that make Conqueror's Haki almost completely useless to me?'
If the power system had remained as Haki, he could have pursued Observation Haki instead. Unlike Conqueror's Haki, Observation Haki was far more versatile, with branches such as presence sensing, strength sensing, emotion sensing, intent sensing, future sight, and even mind reading.
Presence sensing and strength sensing didn't interest him much; he could already do both as a sensor. Emotion sensing, intent sensing, future sight, and mind reading, however, were genuinely appealing abilities.
Compared to Conqueror's Haki, Observation Haki was far more attractive to him.
[Overlap between abilities is inevitable,] the System replied.
'Not if you actually account for what I already have,' Kanzou shot back. 'You're a System, one look at my Status should tell you exactly what I possess and what I don't.'
[In that case, Conqueror's Haki is an appropriate reward. You do not possess Senju Tsunade's chakra-enhanced strength. Infusion is something you can learn, but you have not learned it in that manner. The same applies to Dominion and Incapacitation.]
'…' Kanzou fell silent.
The System was right. These were techniques he could learn, but he hadn't learned them yet. In that sense, he couldn't fault the System for awarding Conqueror's Haki.
'Yeah… that one's on me,' he admitted inwardly.
In the end, he decided not to dwell on it. It was just another ability in his arsenal. Instead of complaining, he would accept it and be satisfied with what he had gained.
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