My name is Uchiha No-Name.
Two hundred and thirteen years ago, in the Warring States Era, I was born as a weapon of war for the Uchiha clan. After being used up, I was discarded and eventually sealed jointly by the Senju and Sarutobi clans.
Sixteen years ago, a brat named Uchiha Akira broke my seal and awakened me in this era.
At first, I thought Akira would follow in the footsteps of the old Uchiha and treat me as nothing more than a tool.
To be honest, I was waiting for him to say it.
Waiting for him to order me.
Because I desperately needed an excuse to vent the hatred in my heart upon this world.
As long as he gave the word…
I would use the power of "Eight Thousand Spears" to do anything for him.
Anything.
But he never gave me that excuse.
Not once.
In the end, unable to bear it any longer, I confronted him and demanded to know what he actually wanted from me.
His answer was so calm that it nearly shattered my worldview.
"I want you to be my wife."
…What?
What was this idiot talking about?
While my brain was crashing from processing that sentence, he calmly began explaining himself—
and even called me by the name my parents had once given me.
"To be honest, I know everything about you. And I'm absolutely certain—you are my ideal partner."
I snapped back at him:
"Are you crazy?! What if I refuse?! Will you kill me? Or seal me again?!"
He fell silent for a moment.
Then he smiled—gentle and peaceful.
"No. I'm just expressing my wish. I'm not forcing you. If you don't want to… I'm prepared to stay single for the rest of my life."
Even someone like me—who had never truly learned how to communicate—
could tell how pure his sincerity was.
So pure…
even purer than my Uchiha blood.
Honestly… how could he say something like that with such a straight face?
That guy… was probably a weirdo.
After that, he acted as if the conversation had never happened.
For a while, I even wondered if I'd imagined it.
Yet he still never let me act alone.
Not to restrict me—
But because this era was even more dangerous than the Warring States period.
I believed him.
Completely.
Because Akira was even stronger than me.
The day I rose from the sealing coffin, the moment I saw the Uchiha fan crest on his cloak…
Killing intent burst out of me, and I attacked him.
But he crushed every move I made with overwhelming ocular power.
Too strong…
You're the real weapon, aren't you?
That was what I thought.
Before that incident, I had never even considered running away from him.
Deep down, I wanted revenge on the world—
But I was also afraid.
Afraid of returning to loneliness.
Afraid of being abandoned again.
Pathetic, right?
The turning point came one day when I realized something strange.
I kept saying I hated him…
Yet his face kept appearing in my mind.
No matter where I was, my eyes always drifted toward him.
And somehow…
I didn't mind when he called my name.
"Kaori."
When he said it, my face would heat up.
My heart would race uncontrollably.
I even started thinking—
If what he said that day became reality…
it wouldn't be so bad.
My heart was in chaos.
I felt like I'd been hit by a genjutsu worse than Tsukuyomi.
I felt like I couldn't escape anymore.
Help…
I was losing myself.
The moment I truly understood my feelings came not long after.
At the time, I often complained to him, venting my frustrations.
That night, while Akira was practicing meditation—
I kept nagging beside him.
Because of me, he lost focus while fighting an imaginary swordsman in his trance.
A blade pierced straight through his chest.
I froze.
In deep meditation, injuries in simulated combat reflected on the real body.
Worse—
All his chakra was concentrated in his brain.
His body was at its weakest.
The wound was far more severe than usual.
It was the closest Akira had ever been to death.
He couldn't activate his Mangekyō.
Couldn't use time reversal.
Couldn't even activate Izanagi.
Lying in a pool of blood, pale and barely breathing…
I didn't know what to do.
His brother Jin thought I was responsible.
He rushed over, blade drawn, ready to kill me.
I was prepared to die.
But Akira stopped him with a hoarse shout.
Then he looked at me—
With that same pure sincerity.
"Kaori… it's not your fault… I was careless…
If I'm gone… you must be careful out there…
Protect yourself…
Don't let people with bad intentions deceive you…
And don't act on impulse…
Please… take care of yourself… protect yourself…"
He coughed violently.
Blood spilled from his lips.
And he collapsed.
At that moment—
A pain I had never known before tore into my chest.
Like countless invisible blades ripping my heart apart.
I finally understood.
What I'd been feeling all along.
It was love.
I had fallen in love with Akira—without even realizing it.
Tears blurred my vision.
I thought I had already cried myself dry.
Yet they flowed again.
Even with Jin's blade at my throat…
I stepped forward and grabbed Akira's hand.
He was unconscious.
And I had to make up for my mistake.
Even if I died.
Even if he hated me forever.
I had to do it.
Yes.
I used it.
Not to destroy the world—
But to express my love.
Eight Thousand Spears.
Once its mark is placed on a target, it can transmit chakra and control minds across any distance.
It can steal life.
But it can also give it.
It is a killing technique.
And the strongest support technique.
I transferred everything I had stored since the Warring States Era—
All the power preserved during my sealing—
Into Akira.
I saved him.
The wound healed.
But the scar remained on his chest.
A mark of our unbreakable bond.
My name is Uchiha Kaori.
I am no longer a weapon.
I am Uchiha Akira's wife.
—
"Ah—!"
Samui's bold words made Kaori's ears burn red.
She protested shyly:
"W-What are you saying, you pervert! I-It's not all Akira's fault! This kind of thing depends on genes and nutrition too!"
"And if we're talking about that part—Samui, you're the real representative! You're what Akira calls an O-P-A-I alien!"
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