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Looking at the photo of himself, with sharp brows, starry eyes, and dressed in white, Simen Zhen tapped on it.
In the blink of an eye, Simen Zhen's consciousness entered the photo.
He looked around in surprise—he seemed to have arrived at Tenten's house.
On the desk in front of him were calligraphy brushes and a partially written manuscript of the book The People of the Uchiha Clan.
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He eagerly began flipping through it and was delighted to discover that it wasn't an illusion—it was a real book. Every word was clearly visible.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.
Simen Zhen quickly sat back down at the desk and pretended to frown in deep thought.
Tenten pushed the door open, barefoot and wearing a white training outfit. Steam was still rising from her head—she had just finished exercising.
She held a tray with three skewers of tri-color dango, casually sat down beside Simen Zhen, and leaned in close.
This kind of zero-distance contact surprised Simen Zhen for a moment, but Tenten seemed completely used to it.
She picked up two skewers—one went straight into her mouth, and the other she held up to Simen Zhen's lips, smiling brightly. "Come on, open your mouth—ah, ah, ah~!"
Simen Zhen instinctively opened his mouth, but Tenten pulled the skewer back and popped it into her own mouth. With a mischievous grin, she mumbled, "If you want some, go get it from the kitchen yourself."
A surge of frustration rose in Simen Zhen. He immediately leaned forward, aiming straight for the dango in her mouth.
Startled, Tenten kicked against the tatami and quickly backed away until she hit the wall. Blushing, she stammered, "W-What are you doing?!"
"Eating dango."
Simen Zhen picked up the last skewer on the tray, acting as if nothing had happened.
But deep down, he was more shocked than Tenten was now. The photo he had clicked on seemed to contain an entire world.
Later, Tenten came over and scolded him—by ruffling his hair into a bird's nest.
After venting her embarrassment, she patted Simen Zhen on the shoulder and said, "Keep it up, great author. I'm waiting for your finished work."
With that, Tenten left the room and gently closed the door behind her.
Once her footsteps faded completely, Simen Zhen opened the door and tried to explore.
Unfortunately, he was unable to leave the room.
To be precise, he couldn't even step into the bedroom or bathroom.
Apparently, although the world inside the photo was real, it wasn't limitless in space or time. Otherwise, such a storage function would be terrifying.
Still, this alone was enough to make Simen Zhen happy.
It meant that the experiences and knowledge he accumulated during simulations could be taken back and used in the real world. If he trained during these simulations, would that mean his training experience could also be retained?
Simen Zhen couldn't wait to begin a new simulation and test it out.
But before that, he decided to memorize the first volume of The People of the Uchiha Clan—The Biography of Uchiha Madara—so he could better establish himself in Konoha later.
Not only that, he also memorized the blueprint for a ninja tool he had designed for Tenten.
Compared to the entire book, memorizing the blueprint was much easier.
After all, he didn't need to remember every precise figure—otherwise, as an orphan, he wouldn't be able to explain where he had learned such knowledge.
He only needed to hand over the idea to Tenten, and that would be enough to gain her friendship.
After finishing all this and preparing to return to the real world, Simen Zhen suddenly remembered something.
He swallowed nervously and flipped through all the photos until he came to the one taken on the night he and Tenten grew closer.
Whoosh—
Simen Zhen let out a long breath. Should he go in and take a look?
Theoretically, he knew he should distinguish between reality and simulation. Otherwise, how would he face the real-world Tenten?
But in reality, Simen Zhen wanted to experience how much fighting ability he had in his chakra-less state. So, he decided to click on the photo.
Suddenly, the image of a drunken Tenten appeared before him.
Her eyes were hazy, her lips curled, and she wore an expression of anticipation—like she was waiting to be kissed.
Simen Zhen stared at her in a daze, unable to react at first.
Then Tenten burst into tears. "So it's true—you don't like me. I'm not feminine enough, right?"
"My figure's not good, I'm not pretty enough, and I like playing with ninja tools. Someone like you, a proud writer, must like someone else, right?"
"Is it Ino? Hinata? Don't tell me it's Lady Tsunade or Kurenai-sensei?!"
Tenten really seemed heartbroken. She sobbed uncontrollably, nearly throwing herself onto the floor.
Simen Zhen finally snapped out of it but didn't stop her from crying. Instead, he watched her with a playful smile.
Tenten cried even louder, thinking he was mocking her.
Looking at her elaborate kimono and the winning lingerie underneath, she now felt like a total fool.
Just as she was about to storm out, Simen Zhen spoke up.
"Tenten, actually... I have something I want your help with. And only you can help me."
Tenten froze mid-step, slowly turned back, and shuffled toward Simen Zhen with her head down, muttering, "What is it?"
Seeing her so pitiful, Simen Zhen was now certain she was completely clueless when it came to love.
So he put away his teasing attitude and got straight to the point.
"I want to create the perfect ninja tool—one that belongs to just the two of us."
Tenten looked up and wiped her tears. Though still visibly annoyed, she asked, "So what's the concept for this new tool? And why is it just for the two of us?"
Suddenly, Simen Zhen kissed her.
Under Tenten's stunned gaze, he said, "I'm going to call this new ninja tool Simen Tiantian. She'll be our child. Will you help me create her?"
Tenten's shocked expression melted, and her entire face turned crimson.
Just when Simen Zhen thought she'd die of embarrassment, the drunken Tenten shoved him down with unexpected boldness. Her eyes even seemed to be swirling.
"You... you said it! You can't take it back!"
"N-No... even if you wanted to take it back, it's too late. So... please take care of me?"
Simen Zhen gently loosened the tie of her kimono, revealing her winning lingerie, and gave her a warm smile.
"For the rest of our lives... please take care of me, Tiantian."
That night, Simen Zhen grew up.
Though the process involved some bumps and bruises—both of them even got a little hurt—they ultimately achieved harmony on a whole new level.
What shocked Simen Zhen most was how detailed the memory was. It even included a dreamy montage lasting several months.
It only ended when Tenten began showing signs of pregnancy, and Simen Zhen got an earful from her mother.
When Simen Zhen's consciousness returned to reality, there was still a faint smile on his lips.
(End of Chapter)