Naruto: The Book Eating Daimyo 4 - Konoha, Kurama, Sacrifices & Adulthood

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"Is that so, Obito Uchiha?"

"..."

"You're mistaking me for someone else."

"Like hell I'd forget that voice, Obito." Ikkyu pressed. "You can take that mask off."

There was a silent standoff. Both of them looked at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. They were friends, but not very close. 

"Together," Obito said. 

Ikkyu nodded and raised his hand to his mask. He matched Obito and, at the same time, removed his mask. As he'd expected, half of Obito's face was a mess. 

“So it’s true then,” Ikkyu said, exhaling. “Let me guess. You’re heading out alone? Trying to fix the world on your own?”

"Why shouldn't I? After everything that's happened, someone needs to step up. This world is broken. It forces kids into war and watches them die. What reason is there to sit back and let the Kage keep running things? All they've brought is pain, death, and loss."

"Agreed."

"..."

Obito's single eye narrowed. He wasn't expecting such an instant agreement. 

"I agree with that view, Obito. I am myself disappointed in the so-called elders. You know, they say the war started because Iwa tried to kill me. That's a lie." Ikkyu took a short pause for breath, his voice turned angrier. 

"Iwa had ambitions. But not the will. It was Danzo who abducted Iwa shinobis, put them under an unknown seal, and threatened them to assassinate me. Danzo started this war, and still does, what he did in Ame. Rin…"

Obito looked up at him. 

"Rin was too kind. She put the village ahead of her own life. She chose the village over herself. If Kirigakure hadn’t used her as a tool to carry the Three-Tails and set it loose in Konoha… she’d still be alive."

Obito flinched.

Ah, so he didn't know. 

Realising that he had just revealed something significant, Ikkyu became alert. He didn't know if Zetsus could somehow stop him from teleporting. They were alien creatures. 

"For as long as children of war exist, there will never be peace. There will always be a genius child, forced to watch the vilest aspect of humanity, and let it shape their mind—"

"No! W-What did you say? About Rin? What happened to Rin?" Obito erupted, desperation, disbelief, and anger in his voice. 

Ikkyu sighed and went on to detail the story. He omitted the fact that it was Madara who likely stole the Three Tails and placed it inside Rin, and that Kirigakure was likely just trying to get it back, or perhaps they were in a genjutsu. But it was all his own theory. 

"I don't know if Kakashi killed Rin. But everything else is true. She had the Three Tails inside her. Kirigakure planned to use her to destroy Konoha." Ikkyu looked at Obito's face, twisted with anger. "I hate it too. That’s why I'm trying to be different from my father. A Daimyo that actually does something. There should be no more wars, no more Rin, or… Obito."

"Shut up!" Obito growled. "You can't do anything! Nobody can do anything! They won't stop! They won't learn!"

"I'm not trying to teach," Ikkyu said and started walking towards Obito. "I don't know what your plan is. Maybe you want to destroy the world. Maybe you want to rule it. Maybe you want to control it. I'm afraid I can't say too much, too many ears around. But do remember…"

Pat!

Done! Too bad, Madara's allure is too strong.

He patted Obito's shoulder, the side that was still human. 

"Play your game if you want. Just don’t mess with mine. You chase peace by stirring chaos. I chase it by mastering it. Same goal, different path. Let’s see which one works better. Goodbye—"

Snap!

Woosh!

Vines came from the ground to capture him. But he vanished before that could reach him. 

"W-What was he saying? Did Rin…" 

Obito was still frozen in his place, murmuring. 

Not much time had passed since his supposed death and the Rin incident. The events still weighed heavily on his mind. 

"Tell me! What he said about Rin, was it true?!"

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Just as Ikkyu had guessed, the armistice between Konoha and Iwagakure happened. With Ikkyu's push, Amegakure and its country were recognized as the Land of Fire's protectorate. That didn't change anything militarily, but politically, the Land of Fire grew. 

Hiruzen stepped down as Hokage. 

A meeting was held at Daimyo's Palace. Hiruzen, Konoha's elders, Minato, and Orochimaru were present. Fugaku was also present, but as an excuse for being Ikkyu's escort from Konoha to the Daimyo's Palace. 

"Oh? Why isn't Fugaku's name on the list?" Fire Daimyo exclaimed while reading the proposed candidates' file. "I heard much about him during this war."

Ikkyu almost chuckled at Hiruzen's speechless face. With Fugaku present, Hiruzen couldn't just ignore that question and proceed. He had to answer. And in the end, just as Ikkyu had told his father, Hiruzen chose to vilify himself. He declared that he preferred Minato because Minato was his student. 

Of course, that made Orochimaru and Fugaku loathe Hiruzen. That was the goal from the beginning. 

"You were the second Hokage's student, so it makes sense," Fire Daimyo muttered and ended up putting his seal on the new Hokage appointment. 

With a somewhat mixed reception, the new Hokage was decided. 

After that, Ikkyu returned to Konoha to prepare the war memorial and the ceremony to honor the brave. 

But while he roamed Konoha like he used to, he avoided one location. And as the days went by, it started to become obvious. 

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"Argh! Come on, buddy! You're my little prodigy!" Ikkyu, fourteen-years-old, standing at nearly six feet, in his casual dragon embroidered outer coat, waved his finger. "You can do better, Yamato." 

"Ah… I'll try again." Yamato smiled shyly and focused on the empty lot again. "Wood Release!"

Ikkyu proudly nodded and sat down on the wooden chair again. He was rather fond of his adopted little brother. When Orichimaru abandoned Yamato at five years old, he was quick to snatch him before Danzo could. Since then, he'd given Yamato a happy life. Heck, since he had copied the entire library of Mito, he shared the Wood Release jutsus with Yamato. 

He protected the kid from being taken away by Danzo further by simply adding Yamato into his family as a half-brother. That meant hurting Yamato was like hurting a Daimyo's family member. While Danzo didn't give a damn about that, Hiruzen did. 

"You can do it!" Ikkyu cheered him. The plan was to build an entire war memorial with Yamato's wood release. But currently, Yamato was struggling with bending the roof beams to the desired shape.

Good thing they were making it inside the forest that came under the Senju Ward. Nobody was there to spy on them.

Thud!

Ugh, she's here. 

"Why are you avoiding me?"

With a sigh, Ikkyu stood up and turned around. He'd been avoiding Kushina all this time, and the reason was right there.  

"You're fat."

"..."

Kushina didn't lash out as she normally did. She folded her arms under her noticeably large bust. "That's what bothers you?"

Scratching his chin, Ikkyu sighed and walked closer to her. He was much taller than her now. He gave a look at her visibly growing motherhood. "Not really. It's just awkward."

Kushina frowned. "Why is my being pregnant awkward?"

"I've known you since you were a little Habanero, Kushina. It's kind of strange seeing you ready to be a mom now." He said, and eyed Yamato for a moment. "Yamato, focus. This isn't your soap opera."

"Ah, yes!" The ten-year-old kid returned to making a memorial. 

Ikkyu looked back at Kushina. "Congratulations, honestly. I bet you really wanted this. I'm happy for you."

"Then why do you sound so bored?" 

"Who said I’m bored? I’ve been having a good time. I was at Fugaku’s a few days ago. He made me Sasuke’s godfather." Ikkyu said with a puffed chest. "And Itachi asked me to teach him. I'm pretty sure Fugaku is just trying to butter me up with his kids, but… It's working. They're cute."

Kushina narrowed her gaze at him. "Then I'll make you my kid's godfather too."

BOOM!

"I DID IT! Big brother Ikkyu! Look!" 

Ah, what a save! 

Ikkyu excitedly turned to look at Yamato, reminding himself to buy him nice bowls of Ichiraku and ice cream later.

Avoiding Kushina, he ran into the monument that Yamato constructed with just wood. 

It was a massive outdoor space with tall, thick walls in a circular frame. The walls had a traditional roof of their own to protect the spot where names would be carved. The center of the building was going to be a small stage and a grass lawn. Furthermore, near the stage, a place was left to place a torch. It was supposed to signify the Land of Fire and its will, and hence, the torch would be kept burning forever. 

Clap!

"You did it, Yamato." Ikkyu cheered, officially approving the structure. "Let's go now. We gotta buy a lot of paint, then get a florist, and then get the medals made. A lot of work."

So, he ended up dragging Yamato along. 

Kushina, half frustrated, turned to head home. She somewhat understood why Ikkyu was avoiding her, but it did make her sad. He was one of her few friends. 

"Hey, Kushina!"

But right before she left, she heard Ikkyu call for her.

"Why don't you come along? I could use a hand."

That instantly fixed her sour mood. A big, bright smile radiated on her beautiful face. 

"So you ended up needing an expert." She rolled her non-existent sleeves. "Let's go."

She's too easy to read. 

Ikkyu chuckled and walked with her. He wasn't petty enough to ruin someone's happy moment. For Kushina, motherhood was likely that. 

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The time for the honor ceremony was decided to match the Rinne Festival during the winter. 

Ikkyu could have done it earlier, but he chose to delay it. At least until the Nine Tails' attack. It was best to award Fugaku and the rest while praising them for saving the village during that attack as well.

Not to mention, he had a lot to prepare for. He had no plans on letting Kushina die. Nor did he have any plans on wasting that golden opportunity. 

Over the weeks before the fateful night, he placed his teleportation markers across the entire village, more than what he already had, and then placed many more outside the village in uninhabited areas. 

Then, he spent all his time gathering chakra in his Strength of a Hundred Seal. He asked Katsuyu to take him to her forest so he could focus better, and she agreed. 

Slowly, weeks turned into months. 

Ikkyu rarely left his house during that time. If he ever did, it was to visit the Uchiha district to meet with Itachi and Sasuke, or to meet Kushina and see how close the fateful day was. 

He waited patiently, and soon, the day came when Kushina was taken outside the village for childbirth. 

That night, inside his house, Ikkyu waited. He'd worn his regular clothes, but also added a layer of armor underneath them. He had no clue how powerful the nine-tailed fox would be, nor did he plan on fighting it. 

Shhh~

Fuck!

It was somewhat late in the night when he felt it. A sudden chill ran throughout his body. He looked at his hands and…

"Shivering?!"

His hands were shivering, and goosebumps dotted his entire body. 

It's here… Obito's got the damn fox. 

"Yamato!" He shouted for the kid. "Run down into the basement. Don't come out until the attack stops!"

"What? What happened?"

"You'll know it when it ends! Go! Take the servants along!" 

Yamato was a good kid. Once seriously ordered, he blindly followed Ikkyu's order and rushed downstairs with the servants.

"GWRAAAAAAA!"

Fuck… That's terrifying.

He heard a demonic scream outside.

Knowing it was going to be a tough night, he used his chakra seal more extensively. Then, he took a deep breath and vanished from the spot. 

Snap!

Ikkyu appeared on top of the Hokage Rock. From there, he saw the chaos in the village. The nine-tailed beast was massive, eclipsing everything around it. It didn't need to use any special moves. It just kicked around, and everything was destroyed. Though the eyes were noticeable… appearing like Sharingan. 

No wonder the Uchiha got blamed for it. 

And that was what he decided to change. 

Snap!

With a flicker, Ikkyu vanished from Hokage Rock and appeared right inside the Uchiha district. There, he found the men and women of the Konoha Military Police just standing and evacuating their own, instead of rushing to save the village. 

"Where is Fugaku?!" He asked the nearest Uchiha. 

"Clan Head? I didn't see him."

Ikkyu sighed and vanished again. He popped across the Uchiha district and finally found the man standing on top of a building, staring at the nine-tailed fox in the distance. 

“Take your squad and move. Get out there, save who you can.” Ikkyu shouted at him in one breath. 

"I can't. Lord Third and the Elders have ordered us to stand back," Fugaku coldly replied. 

“You really don’t see it? This is Danzo's doing. He’s setting your clan up. When the dust settles, they’ll blame you for the Nine-Tails. That’s the play. So move. Help those you can. I’ll handle the rest.” Ikkyu said, sounding almost like an order. “I told my father to back you for Hokage. Trust me.”

"I know that, Lord Ikkyu."

"Then go and save the people."

"Why should we?" Fugaku asked back. "How many times will they ask us to prove our loyalty? How many times will our loyalty be discarded?"

Fuck, he's getting all philosophical. 

With no restraint, Ikkyu grabbed Fugaky's shoulder and shook him. "Wake up, Fugaku. If you don’t act, your clan’s finished. Slaughtered. Hunted. You remember what they did to the Uzumaki. And that fox, look at its eyes. You see it too, right? It’s under control—someone with a Sharingan—a Mangekyou Sharingan."

Fugaku's jaw visibly tightened. 

He knows it already?

"It's not Madara Uchiha," Ikkyu added, and as expected, got Fugaku's complete attention. “Just listen. Do what I say, Fugaku, and the Uchiha will come out of this as Konoha’s heroes.”

"How do you know it's not Madara?"

"Because I saw who's behind that mask. Now go and do it, I'll tell you everything else once that fox is dealt with." Ikkyu actually made it sound like an order this time. 

Years of friendship didn’t go to waste. 

Fugaku nodded. "One last time… I'll trust someone… asking me to help this village."

"You'll thank me later."

Finally, Ikkyu watched the entire Uchiha district become empty under Fugaku's leadership. All the children were rounded up and protected. The rest rushed to save the villagers. 

Yet, behind all that, Ikkyu had a selfish reason. 

Feels like I'm jumping towards the end plot while standing on the first chapter. 

Ikkyu vanished for a quick moment and reappeared in the Uchiha district. This time, he was dressed in all black with the mask on his face. There was nobody to stop him, and he teleported in front of the Naka Shrine, the home to the clan's patron deity. 

Entering the shrine was tricky, as the shrine's entrance had a seal, and it contained the Sharingan. But thanks to Fugaku, he'd been inside the shrine before. And that meant…

Snap!

Ikkyu vanished and reappeared inside the main hall of the shrine. He was alert to fight any traps, but nothing happened. So, he went to the far right of the hall, and then counted seven tatami mats. He lifted the seventh one and found the secret passage underground. 

Let's hope they didn't add more seals. 

With a slow creak, Ikkyu lifted open the trapdoor. No blasts happened, no attacks. Carefully, he walked downstairs and found the room lit with candles nearly fully burnt. 

And right there, at the end of the room, was the stone monument.

There was something written on it, but he couldn't understand what it was. It felt like a totally different language. So he did what he was best at. He took out a jar of black ink and a big rollable scroll. 

Sorry, Fugaku. I have to do this. 

He smeared black ink on the entire stone tablet. All over it, on every side, leaving not an inch clean. After that, he pressed the paper scroll around it, imprinting whatever was written on it into the scroll. 

Now, the moment of truth.

Ikkyu rolled the scroll, removed his mask, and opened his mouth as wide as he could. The age-old sensation of his throat widening came. And before he knew it, the scroll vanished. 

Thud!

Just as the scroll vanished, Ikkyu, too, fell unconscious. 

####

The tide really shifted once the Uchiha Clan joined in. 

It was visible, the Uchiha Clan, wearing their Police uniforms, saved the people. Half of them went to rescue, and the other half joined the group trying to push the nine-tailed fox out of the village. However, it being under someone's control, it felt impossible to move. It had a purpose—to destroy the village. 

"Fugaku, what are you doing here?"

Fugaku sneered when he met with the third Hokage and his team in the village. "Following orders."

"Your orders were to stay put," Hiruzen said.

"Yours were. But Lord Ikkyu ordered us to protect the people." Fugaku declared, "I won't waste time here."

That night, Fugaku did his duty with a vengeance. He pushed himself, his wife, and his men in the field to put their own lives at risk to protect the people of Konoha. With vengeance, he did as Ikkyu had asked him to. Show the people that he and his clan were their saviors. 

No matter the danger. No matter the risk…

"FUGAKU!" 

Mikoto's cry rang loud all of a sudden. 

A massive, black ball of pure energy came hurling their way and… swallowed them. 

BOOM!

####

"H-Hah!"

The earth was shaking. 

Ikkyu's eyes snapped open. Then came a deep, long gasp. He felt like he had the longest dream of his life. No, it felt like he saw a movie that spanned months, if not years. There was so much detail, so many stories. The secrets of Mangekyo Sharingan, how to obtain it, and how to control the tailed beasts. The story of the Sage of Six Paths, Kaguya, and the God Tree. There was so much, and also the trash written by Black Zetsu. 

"H-Holy Shit!" 

Ikkyu grabbed his forehead, feeling the throbbing pain. Then he noticed his eyes were bleeding. He was sure nothing had changed physically, but the knowledge he had gained. He felt it'd change his life forever. 

"H-How to negate a Sharingan… I think I can. Chakra control is everything."

Boom!

He once again heard a loud boom and decided to join the battle above for good. He was done with his main goal.

Just like he'd entered, he left the secret room, put down the tatami mat again, and vanished from the hall. He changed back into his usual Ikkyu style outfit and, like a madman, started to flicker all across the village, saving people with ease that made the nearby shinobis jealous. 

Not many knew that Ikkyu had learned the same ability as Minato. Heck, most didn't even know what Minato had learned. They thought that it was some sort of Body Flicker Jutsu. But in truth, it was just teleportation. 

"FUGAKU!"

In the middle of his rescue spree, he heard Mikoto's loud cry and stopped. A small group of Uchiha men had gathered around. 

"What happened?" He walked through the men and saw Mikoto on the ground, sobbing. Only the upper half of Fugaku's body was left there. 

W-What? What the… What?

Fugaku was dead. 

How? Didn't he have Mangekyou? What happened? He was supposed to be the damn hero.

"Lord Ikkyu, what should we do?" an Uchiha man asked, as if he were their leader. 

"Keep going with the rescue. Get Fugaku’s body somewhere safe. I’ll take Mikoto to her sons."

Fuck, fuck, fuck! This will ruin so many things! Shit! How did he fucking die?

"Understood."

The Uchiha men moved quickly. 

Ikkyu placed his hand on Mikoto's shoulder and teleported to the safe space where the Uchiha children were kept. He didn't spend too much time there and returned back to the surface.

Fox's eyes look normal now. 

"H-Help!"

Still, there were too many people trapped. 

Ikkyu snapped around like lightning, digging people out of the rubble. Children, adults, the old, there were too many to be saved. 

After all I told Obito. 

It felt strange to Ikkyu. How foolish one had to be to do something like this in the name of revenge. It was better to go after the Hokage or the likes of Danzo. Why an entire village? But again, Madara was the man behind Obito's brainwashing. Who himself was brainwashed by the Zetsus.

Boom!

Yet again, he heard an explosion. But this time it was far in the distance. Also, the nine-tailed beast was gone. 

It's starting!

Snap!

Ikkyu vanished from the spot and appeared outside the village where Minato had teleported the entire tailed beast. A giant barrier had been erected there with chains coming out of Kushina's back. Meanwhile, Minato was doing something with the baby. 

"Fuck!"

Without a second thought, Ikkyu ran towards the barrier. 

"Lord Ikkyu! Don't!" Hiruzen appeared there as well and tried to stop him. 

"Fuck off!" Ikkyu shouted back and vanished. 

There was no barrier strong enough to stop teleportation. And Kushina was amongst the few people he'd marked. 

Snap!

"You!" He dropped beside Kushina, summoning Katsuyu without hesitation to start healing her by transferring his own chakra. "Minato! Seal half of the Nine-Tails chakra in Kushina, and half in Naruto. Both of them will live. You don't want your son to be an orphan—trust me!" 

"I-Ikkyu~" Kushina weakly looked towards him, already feeling the healing make it better for her. But she saw how fast the seal was disappearing from Ikkyu's hand. Without it, she knew he would die even performing a basic jutsu. "D-Don't… put yourself at risk."

"Shut it! I promised Lady Mito. I'll look out for all Uzumaki… whether you like it or not." Ikkyu declared and stared at Minato. "Can you do it?"

Minato emotionally looked at Kushina and then nodded at Ikkyu. "Please… look after them, Lord Ikkyu."

"I will!"

"Wraaaaa!"

Kurama abruptly moved to attack baby Naruto. 

"Not so soon!" Ikkyu roared and summoned his own Adamantine Sealing Chains, the sealing jutsu he'd learned from Mito, the same one that Kushina was using. 

Multiple chains shot out of Ikkyu's back and chained the nine-tailed beast more, practically freezing it in place. 

"Ugh!" Ikkyu coughed up blood. His seal was depleting too fast. 

If only… I had another seal. 

Lack of chakra, his biggest bane in life. Once again, it was there to haunt him. 

"Ugh… Do it… Minato!" 

Minato performed the Reaper Death Seal, preparing to cut 

"Ikkyu! Stop! You'll die as well!" Kushina cried. He wasn't just using the chains to stop Kurama, but also healing her with his chakra. "You can't use all of it!"

"Shhh… watch me … Habanero." Ikkyu gritted his teeth and stood up, aware of what was about to happen. He poured his physical strength into it and strained the chains as much as he could. Finally, he gave Minato a nod. 

Seal!

Minato pressed his palm on Kushina's back. Her clothes tore apart there, and a circular seal appeared. 

"Wraaaa!"

In that instant, Kushina lost control over her Adamantine Sealing Chains. Only Ikkyu was left holding the beast. But it was weaker now since half was sealed within Kushina. But she was also struggling to hold it, already so weak after her extraction. Ikkyu had to give her his chakra in greater capacity to keep her stable. 

Fuck! I'm losing it!

By that point, Ikkyu bled from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears—signs of chakra depletion were near. 

"Wraaaa!"

The tailed beast tried to go after baby Naruto.

"Stop! You…!" Ikkyu tried to physically pull the chains. But it was pointless. Seeing the massive claw not far from the baby, he chose to do it. 

Zetsu could be round. It could be listening. 

But Ikkyu chose to do it. 

"Kurama!" He roared the tailed beast's name. A name that was not known to anyone. “Hagoromo would’ve hated you for killing a kid!”

Kurama froze completely. His massive, fox head turned towards Ikkyu, his eyes filled with confusion, hope, and desire to know more.

"Seal!"

Minato finished his work at last. Kurama vanished entirely. 

Thud! Ikkyu fell to his knees once again and let go of the Adamantine Sealing Chains. He vomited blood at that point. 

It's gone… almost. 

He noticed the seal on his hand was barely visible. But whatever was left, he gave it to Kushina. As for the baby Naruto, he didn't seem to be suffering. Either Kurama had willingly calmed down, or he was successfully chained. 

"Ikkyu…" Minato voiced in his last moments as he sent away the seal's key with a toad. "T-Thank you…"

Too tired to speak. Ikkyu gave a nod. 

They were never close friends. Kushina was the person who connected them. He still respected Minato for his abilities. And it seemed… that respect was reciprocal. 

My eyes… I can't…

"Lord Ikkyu!"

Hiruzen arrived soon enough. As much as Ikkyu disliked the old man, he trusted his abilities.

I'm gonna take a nap then… Ugh… I need the second seal… And fuck Obito...

####

The wounds of Konoha were deep. 

Half of the village was destroyed. 

Many were dead. 

Some of the neighboring villages tried to take advantage of the moment of weakness, but Konoha gathered itself quickly to stop such misadventures. 

A week later, in the place meant to honor Konoha's shinobi, a small ceremony was held. Names were carved on the walls, thousands of them. They were meant for war, but the recent attack added more names. 

Fugaku Uchiha, MOF - Head of Uchiha Clan - Died protecting the village against the attack of the nine-tailed fox. 

Minato Namikaze, MOF - Fourth Hokage - Sacrificed himself to stop the nine-tailed fox.

It was raining that day, and yet it appeared as if the entire Konoha had come to mourn. The Fire Daimyo had also arrived and awarded medals to the heroes, whether dead or alive. They were all decided by Ikkyu, designed and named as well. 

The Medal of Fire was the highest award that could be awarded in the Land of Fire. It was for those who showed bravery and put their life at risk to save their men or their country. 

Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru received it, although only Jiraiya was there to get it. 

Sakumo Hatake was also given one, and his son, Kakashi Hatake, was there to take it. 

Minato Namikaze, Fugaku Uchiha, Rin Nohara, and Might Duy also received the Medal of Fire. 

Then there was the Distinguished Service Chakra, a medal for those who showed great achievements in the war. The likes of Itachi Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake received it. And then there was the Red Heart, given to all shinobi wounded in war. 

Even Ikkyu was initially suggested to receive a medal. It was suggested by Hiruzen. But he refused it. It felt like giving himself a medal. 

"Uh…" 

Kushina cried against his shoulder after receiving the medal for Minato. Not far from him, Mikoto was the same, helped by Itachi. 

After all the medals were given, a small prayer was made for the dead. After that, the families were free to roam and see the names of their loved ones on the wall. 

Ikkyu helped Kushina return home. She had Naruto to care for as well. At the same time, he teleported to Fugaku's house regularly to look after Mikoto, Sasuke, and Itachi. 

It was Fugaku's death that troubled Ikkyu the most, however. Already, he had started to hear rumors in the village that only a Uchiha could control the nine-tailed fox. 

Danzo is at it. 

But without Fugaku, Ikkyu knew his time keeping the Uchiha clan from reacting was going to be hard. 

What a mess.

In the end, he accepted the situation and made the best of it. 

Hope things get better soon.

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Four years later.

Ikkyu woke up with a yawn, folded his bedding from the floor, and washed his face. He donned casual attire, fixed his morning wood to be less noticeable, and went downstairs, attracted by the yummy scent of breakfast being cooked. 

Szzzz~

The sound of something sizzling was audible as he walked into the main hall of the modern house. The window curtains were left open, bathing the entire living room with warm light. 

"Happy Birthday, Ikkyu."

"Morning, Kushina." Ikkyu walked into the kitchen, the usual sigh of Kushina making breakfast greeting him. She was still among the most beautiful women in the village. Her long, red locks, her waist-hugging green dress flaring out over her luscious, wide hips. 

He went ahead and greeted her the usual way. A sort of habit he'd formed for a year now. 

"What's for breakfast?" He asked and hugged her from behind, both his arms snug around her soft waist, his chest warm into her back, and his chin near her temple, looking into the pan. He was aware that this was not normal at all. But she never pushed him away, nor did he ever cross an unspeakable line. 

But occasionally, he'd end up with a morning wood and… he would make sure she felt it. That she felt the way he thought about her. He pressed his warm length against the plush softness of her ass. He was sure she felt it, but all she did was move the spatula on the pan. 

"Rice, unagi tamagoyaki, red miso soup, plum yokan, and lots of meat," Kushina said with a gentle smile. "You really don’t want to celebrate? It’s your eighteenth birthday, you know."

"I get to eat your cooking every day. That's a daily celebration for me."

Ikkyu hugged her tighter, almost scandalously, his hardness throbbed in the noticeable crevice of her rear. He nearly pushed his hips forward, plastering her against the kitchen counter. His arms rested right below her bust, and his face leaned down near her neck, his breath dotting goosebumps. 

He'd never taken advantage of Kushina. He'd always been there to give her his support as a friend. He was there for every major event in her life. The day Naruto talked, the day Naruto spoke, he was there. But since last year, something had changed. 

Kushina grew closer, physically and emotionally. Her hugs became less friendly and more… affectionate. When he did the same, she didn't refuse. Although they never crossed the line, it seemed they were slowly growing on each other. 

Mm… Can feel her hips shake a little. 

And then there was this. Subtle but noticeable reaction. She not only felt his hardness, but it appeared to do things to her as well. 

"I'm almost done, Ikkyu. Can you see if Naruto is up?"

"Sure." He pecked her cheek and stopped hugging her, walking towards Naruto's room. 

Thud!

At that sound, he looked back and… Kushina had left the kitchen. It was the bathroom door that was shut hard. 

Hmm… suspicious timing. 

Chuckling, he shook his head and walked into Naruto's room. He was happy with taking things slow with Kushina. It was one of his joys to tease her and slowly escalate things.

"Khhaaaaaarrrr…"

And then there was Naruto. 

Ikkyu looked at the blonde-haired, whiskers-faced kid sleeping on the bed, his quilt thrown away, his face upside down, mouth wide open, drooling with loud snores. 

First, he opened the curtains, and then noticed the many posters on the wall. He was rather proud that Naruto also had his poster in the room. It was from the time he was made Konoha's brand ambassador. Funny part, he was the one who suggested the concept to Hiruzen in the first place. 

"Ichiraku Ramen?!" Ikkyu voiced, using the usual tactic to wake Naruto up. "Unlimited Ichiraku Ramen? What? But… It's got spoiled milk? What? Sugar in Ramen? Who does that? And… Ugh… It stinks!"

Naruto's happy, sleeping face turned into a frown. The four-year-old kid was already addicted to ramen. 

"What? One million ryo for one bowl? And I ate ten bowls? If I don't pay, I can never eat Ichiraku Rame—"

"AAAAAH! No! Huh?"

Naruto was up, sitting, rubbing his eyes. 

"Breakfast's ready," Ikkyu said and walked out of the room. 

Back in the living room, Kushina had returned, her face suspiciously red with a blush, and sweat visible on her temples. She was setting up the table, so he went ahead and sat down. 

Soon, Naruto also joined.  

Together, the three of them ate breakfast. Just as they'd done the day before, and the day before that. 

Ikkyu had made Kushina's home his permanent address in Konoha. Since everyone knew about their history, nobody raised any eyebrows. Not that anything noteworthy was going on… yet.

After finishing his food, Ikkyu went back to his room and wore his usual attire. Then, he slung his small bag on his back, ready to head out. 

"Will you be back for dinner?" Kushina asked. She didn't really do any ninja work anymore, having taken the role of a full-time mother, taking care of Naruto. 

"I don’t think I can make it. I should go home. Mom and Dad would want to see me on my eighteenth birthday."

Kushina nodded with understanding and gave him a quick hug. 

Shy? Kushina? What a day. 

"See you two soon. Naruto, don't forget the training." Ikkyu waved from the door and walked away into Konoha Street. 

"Morning, Lord Ikkyu."

"Happy Birthday, Lord Ikkyu."

He was not a nobody in Konoha. He never was, but even less so now. Random people on the street greeted him. Some even knew that it was his birthday.

He waved back and walked into the Uchiha District, the sole focus of his past few years. He had plans for Fugaku, but since he died, those plans had to be rearranged. But in doing that, a few… lines were crossed. 

What the fuck am I even doing? 

He never planned on being a womanizer. He never wanted to be one. He never planned on building a harem or anything. But things happened, and there he was now, unlocking the door like it was his own house. 

But it wasn't. It belonged to Mikoto Uchiha and her two sons. 

Well, at least Itachi's not depressed. 

"Ikkyu!" 

"Lord Ikkyu!"

Sasuke Uchiha, four years old, ran up to him, chanting his name. Itachi was similarly all smiles, but addressed him more formally. 

"Ikkyu, we're going to the river to train. Will you come with us?" Sasuke asked. 

"Sure," Ikkyu said, glancing toward the dining room where Mikoto was wiping the table. "You go on. I need to talk to your mom about something first."

"Yes!" Sasuke ran out. 

Itachi gave him a gentle bow and left, closing the door behind him. 

Ikkyu was almost certain that Itachi knew about intimate exchanges between him and Mikoto. But it appeared that Itachi was rather approving of it. 

"Happy Birthday, Lord Ikkyu." Mikoto finally greeted him with a warm, but double-meaning smile. 

Ikkyu looked at the woman and gulped. He had never denied that Mikoto was stunning. Now, even more so. She had long, straight black hair with bangs hanging on either side of her face, and black eyes. Her attire was a simple dark purple blouse, tightly clinging around her ripe, voluptuous bust, with a red plum skirt and a light-yellow apron worn over it.

Lines were crossed some time ago with her. Ikkyu… didn't regret it. Rather, he was happy that he did it. Mikoto didn't seem that disturbed after losing Fugaku. She was easier to bring back to a healthy lifestyle, and he was there to help her as well. Being Sasuke's godfather, he helped train the kid from a young age. Even Itachi looked up to him.

Somewhere along that line, he and Mikoto never realized when they found themselves on a single bed and… things happened. 

Besides, she was an important woman now. Ikkyu was trying to make her the next Uchiha Clan head. 

He removed his sandals and walked over to her. Like a practiced motion, Mikoto stood straight and leaned her hips back against the table's edge. Ikkyu stopped in front of her, looming over her in height. 

"I know… You said you'll give me my gift tonight, but I'm afraid that plan got pushed ahead." Ikkyu said, both his hands warmly sliding over her gentle, soft belly, going sideways to her waist, "Mind if I take my gift a little early?"

Mikoto pursed her lips and just smiled, a faint blush greeting her cheeks. Her hands landed on his chest, declaring her approval. 

Ikkyu slid one hand behind her head and leaned down, capturing her mouth like he’d done a hundred times before, but never without hunger. He kissed her lips like he meant it, tongue sliding in slow, wet, and deep. There was no hesitation. He took her kiss, just as he’d taken her body, her secrets, her silence.

Mikoto opened her mouth willingly, her soft lips parting as his tongue filled her. After the first time, it was always like this. Ikkyu didn’t ask. He took, and she gave. She melted into him with a soft, broken sound.

“Ummmmh…” Mikoto moaned into his mouth, a helpless mewl of pleasure vibrating in her throat. “We… don’t have… long.”

The words were a whisper, her breath hot against his cheek. But her body didn’t pull away. Her hands didn’t resist him. 

Ikkyu broke the kiss just enough to look at her face, flushed, dazed, and breathless. Her lips were wet, slightly swollen. Her dark eyes fiery with need, but there was something soft there too. It made her all the more beautiful, all the more tempting.

“Turn for me,” he said.

Mikoto obeyed instantly, wordlessly. Her back arched as she turned and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the edge of the dining table she’d just wiped clean. Her skirt stretched tight over her curves before he flipped it up, baring her black panties to the brightly lit room.

His cock, already hard since morning, practically pulled him towards her source of heat. The view in front of him was fucking divine, two mountains with curves so smooth he wanted to slide between them as soon as possible.

“You’re gorgeous… Mikoto.”

Her fair legs, long, smooth, powerful under their softness, made his mouth water. Those thick thighs, the dip where her ass met the backs of her legs, the way her panties clung to the perfect curve of her full, womanly cheeks. Wide and round, perfectly ripe. Just the way he liked them.

He tugged her underwear down slowly, almost teasingly on her skin, baring her ass inch by inch. 

“Ungh…” She let out a breathy moan, soft and feminine. The cool air kissed her freshly shaven mound.

She was ready for him, of course she was. A perfect little birthday gift for her beloved guest of honor.

He sank to his knees behind her, both palms finding her hips like magnets. He held her, fingers sinking into her supple flesh, warm and yielding like white bread just out of the oven. Then, with a slow, admiring motion, he spread her asscheeks.

What greeted him was something so beautiful it was unholy.

Her hole, tight and wrinkled, pulsed like it could feel his stare. Even lower, her glistening pussy was already drooling for him. Slippery, pink, plush, and clearly needy. Two kids, and she still looked like a fucking goddess. 

“I guess… Cake is still on the menu.” Ikkyu smirked.

Mikoto giggled, like the respectable clan matriarch hadn’t just offered herself up on the dining table like a meal. 

The sound made his cock twitch, and his restraint snapped. His face dove in without a second thought. His tongue lashed over her folds with a greedy growl, lapping her up like a wild animal. 

The moment his mouth found her clit, Mikoto gasped. Her body jolting forward from the force of it. “Oh!”

He didn’t lick to tease. He ravaged her with big, sloppy laps that started at her swollen lips and ended with a hard suck on her sensitive pearl. He shoved his tongue deep, then curled it downward, fucking her with it as the tip scooped up her leaking slick, painting her slit with his saliva. He wanted to make her feel every textured drag, every hungry flick, every drop of lust pouring out of him.

His fingers spread her cheeks even wider, giving him full access. 

Mikoto’s thighs trembled. She was leaking for him, now. Nectar glistening down her thighs, soaking into his tongue, his chin, his very skin.

But Ikkyu didn’t stop. Not until her knees buckled slightly, not until her moans turned into gasps and helpless little cries.

“Ugh… can’t take it anymore,” he growled against her pussy, lips glistening.

He rose, licking his own mouth like a beast after feeding. His trousers dropped with one shove, and his cock sprang free, thick, veined, red at the tip. Not overly long, but girthy in a way that mattered. The kind of width that made cunts stretch and clench, the kind that made women remember it after.

He took a breath and pressed his cock to her soaked pussy. He didn’t push in, not yet. Just rubbed, slow and taunting. Letting her feel his pressure, his heat, his hunger for her body.

Mikoto flinched at the contact. Her head turned slightly, and Ikkyu caught a glimpse of her blush, her lips parted with embarrassment and lust. There was still shame there. Still that forbidden thrill. The Uchiha matriarch. Bent over the table for a man younger than her.

She needed this, she craved this. No one else had touched her since then. No one else knew how to make her forget who she was supposed to be.

“Fuck…” he whispered as he pushed in, slowly savoring it.

Her pussy welcomed his probe. Scorching hot, moist, and tight around his girth. The resistance made his jaw clench. Her folds stretched wide to take him in, inch by glorious inch. His hands gripped her hips tightly. 

“Ummmm…” Mikoto moaned, her back arching instinctively, her pussy already pulsing with massaging suckles on his crown. 

Ikkyu sank deeper until his cock was swallowed by her fiery furnace completely, bottoming out inside her until her plush ass met the sharp curve of his hips. He didn’t move at first. Just stayed there, balls-deep in the Uchiha matriarch, feeling her around his twitching flesh.

Her pussy was stretched wide around him, clenching and pulsing like it didn’t know whether to push him out or suck him deeper. Her knuckles were white as they gripped the table’s edge, trembling with restraint.

She was holding herself together with sheer willpower. And it was beautiful.

“I’ll move.”

“Um-hum,” Mikoto hummed back, breathless. Her voice was shaking, like she was already drowning.

Plap!

The first thrust sounded obscene. Her ass rippled from the impact, flesh meeting flesh with a wet slap.

Then again.

Squelch-plap!

The sinful rhythm set itself. The sound of his cock plunging into her soaked pussy echoed through the room in wet, hungry beats. Sticky, lewd noises filled the air. Slick squelches, the creak of the table, the whisper of fabric rustling with each jolt of her body. It was messy, filthy. 

Mikoto bit her lip, trying to stop herself from moaning too loudly. Her breath came in sharp little gasps, teeth clenched, a battle against the pleasure flooding her veins.

Someone could hear, anyone. But that didn’t stop Ikkyu. His fingers sank into her hips as he fucked her from behind, his cock drilling into her with hard slams. Taking his birthday present with deep plunges.

Her body jolted with each impact, ass clapping back against his thrusts like a drumbeat.

He watched her legs tremble. Her arms shook, her grip tightening as she felt the burning sensation freezing her muscles. She was teetering right at the edge of oblivion. 

Then it slammed right through her. Her toes curled up in bliss, her nails almost digging into her palms.

“Ah—!” A sharp gasp escaped, one that she barely managed to muffle with the back of her hand. Her thighs quivered and her knees buckled beneath her. She felt the heat filling her pussy as Ikkyu’s cock plugged her love hole.

She collapsed forward onto the table, legs like noodles, chest heaving.

Ikkyu didn’t let her fall. With a long, wet slurp, he pulled his cock out and caught her before she slid too far, then turned her around and lifted her onto the table with ease. 

He spread her legs, placing each foot up on the edge of the table, knees bent, freshly fucked pussy on full display.

The sight almost made him forget to breathe. Like the gates of heaven had opened just for him. Her folds were flushed red, leaking onto the edge of the table, still twitching from release. Her flushed, sweaty thighs glistened in the soft light. Her cunt clenched in the open air, as if missing him already.

His rock-hard phallus was twitching eagerly to get back in. He stepped between her legs and gently slid back in, slow and steady, pushing his cock deep into her eager warmth.

Ikkyu reached up, untied the apron from around her waist, and slipped it off, discarding it like wrapping paper. He pushed her blouse up past her chest. Her breasts, full, firm, impossibly round, spilled upward from her bra. They were large, heavy, but high, perking up proudly. They didn’t sag at all, just bounced with each of his thrusts, still confined beneath black lace.

He pushed her bra up, too, finally exposing those perfect tits to his greedy hands.

Ikkyu groaned and grabbed them, rough and worshipful. His fingers sank into soft, hot flesh, kneading her like dough, tugging at her sensitive nipples with his thumbs and rough palms while his hips kept slamming into her scorching hot pussy.

“Ah! Ah! Ahhhng~” Her pussy clung to him like it never wanted to let go. Each thrust punched wet, erotic squelches out of her. Her lips parted with every movement, every sloppy grind of his cock through her soaked petals. 

Plap! Plap! Plap!

The air smelled like sex. It sounded like sex.

Mikoto looked down. She saw it, watched it. His thick cock impaling her again and again, wet with her sticky honey, her lower lips stretched wide around that wondrous girth. She watched it disappear inside her like it belonged there.

Sweat trickled down her pale throat, her collarbone, her cleavage. It ran between her breasts and into the dip where her skirt still clung around her belly. Her face was pink, flushed, and shining with lust.

“Ummm… Oh… Y… You feel so big, Ikkyu… Mmmmhm…” Each word was jolted out of her by the rhythm of his thrusts. Her head lolled, dark bangs sticking to her cheeks. Her fingers clawed weakly at his forearms, trying to anchor herself while his cock rearranged her insides.

Ikkyu just smiled as his hand slid up her trembling body. His palm teasingly slid over her flushed breasts, her slick throat, until his palm settled around the delicate column of her neck. He didn’t grip, but squeezed just enough to own her. His fingers pressed into the warm skin there, feeling the flutter of her pulse beneath, her body singing under his touch.

He leaned in again and crashed his lips against hers. Their mouths tangled in a desperate kiss, all teeth, tongue, and need. 

Mikoto’s breath struggled against his mouth as he sucked the air from her lungs, forcing her to breathe through him. And all the while, his cock plunged deep into her soaked cunt, churning her nectar, knocking on the gates of her cervix.

Plap, plap, squelch!

Each thrust messier than the last, louder, wetter, filthier. Each plunge deep and deliberate, each movement forcing another sweet cry from her lips.

Ikkyu could feel it. His balls tightening, his gut coiling. He was about to burst.

“I’m close… I’m gonna cum, Mikoto… Inside you.” He groaned, forehead pressed to hers, jaw tight, teeth clenched.

That wicked little smile danced across Mikoto’s lips. Her chest was heaving, her thighs slick and trembling. But she still found the strength to giggle, a sound so sultry it was fucking sinful. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, locking him in. Her hands curled over his shoulders for balance, nails sinking in just enough to sting.

With a wet lick of her tongue, she whispered into his ear, “Fill me… Like you always do, Ikkyu… Oooooh~”

Squelch! Slap! Squelch!

Her invitation unleashed the beast in him.

His cock kept ramming into her cunt, deep. Her pussy clung to him for dear life, soaked and swollen, pulsing around every hard inch. His balls slapped against her with each thrust, adding to the symphony of wet, vulgar bliss.

“Ahhhh! I… I’m close—!” Mikoto cried out, voice high and trembling.

Ikkyu could see it. The way her eyes fluttered, her mouth fell open, her entire body locking up in blissful tension.

Mikoto’s climax struck like lightning. Her pussy clamped down on him so hard he almost lost control. Her body shaking in his arms, head thrown back in rapture. Stars exploded behind her eyelids, her vision whiting out in the haze of ecstasy.

“Oh—ohhh!” she moaned, nearly sobbing with ecstasy.

Ikkyu didn’t let up, each thrust faster, harder, the table literally skidding across the floor, as if he was chasing that final release through the end of her soul. His cock hammered into her clenching walls, and it felt like heaven.

Her body bounced on the table, tits jiggling, pussy gushing.

Then, with a grunt, he grabbed her hips and lifted her clean off the table for that intimate touch. 

Her entire body rose into the air. Her thighs clung to his waist, her arms wrapping around his neck as he fucked her midair. 

His cock drilling upward into her deepest parts, hammering home, harder and deeper than ever before. His hands sank into the soft flesh of her ass, feeling her body bounce every time he struck gold. Her round peaches trembling in his palms like tremors of an earthquake.

“Fuck… I’m cumming!” His voice broke. His jaw flexed, and his cock erupted inside her.

Hot spurts of thick, messy cum spilled into her hungry cunt. Each burst came out with a jerk of raw bliss. He felt her squeeze him through the last twitches of his cock, throwing him deep into cloud nine.

He kept on thrusting, throwing her in his arms, even as his batter overflowed, gushing back out around his cock. Sticky cream drooled from her stretched pussy lips, running down her ass, dripping onto the polished floor in slow, milky drips.

They kept kissing the whole time, messy, breathless, wet. Their mouths glued together as their bodies trembled in the aftershocks.

“Mmmmmm…” Mikoto moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangled in his hair, her legs locked tight around his hips.

She could feel his cock still twitching inside her, softening slowly in her flooded cunt. Warmth oozed out of her, making her shiver. She leaned into him, forehead against his, still panting. “We made… such a mess…”

Ikkyu chuckled breathlessly and gently lowered her back onto the table, cradling her. “And I liked every moment of it.”

Mikoto smiled, the edges of her lips still swollen from their kisses. Her thighs trembled as she closed them slightly, trapping his spent cock between her legs, still buried to the hilt.

“As did I,” she said softly, before glancing at the wall clock with a sigh. “You should hurry… or they might come back.”

Ikkyu groaned, still buried inside her. “Ugh… I wanted to go a few more rounds of gifts…”

"Go." Mikoto kissed his lips before gently pushing him away. "We'll have plenty of time later."

"Fine, fine." He nagged and fixed his clothes. "By the way, we'll meet at the designated time."

To that, Mikoto gave a serious nod. 

They did, actually, have some serious work, after all. 

With that, Ikkyu left Mikoto's house and arrived at the shore of the Naka River. It was the usual gathering spot for Ikkyu and the two Uchiha boys. It was near a submerged torii gate. 

Woooosh!

From a distance, Ikkyu saw Itachi make a fireball with his mouth. Following that, Sasuke tried to do the same, but only smoke came out of his mouth.

“Ikkyu!” Sasuke jumped excitedly. “Ikkyu! Show us your fireball.”

Itachi stepped back, nodding. “He does it better than I.”

Look at them. Ikkyu chuckled. 

Itachi was just eight and had awakened his Sharingan. Sasuke was four, the same as Naruto. 

“Alright then.” Ikkyu stretched his arms. “I don’t like to boast around kids, but I’ll show you something special. The special ultra Great Fireball Jutsu.”

Sasuke’s eyes gleamed. Itachi remained skeptical. 

“Snake, Ram, Monkey…” Ikkyu shouted the hand seals for fun. “Boar, Horse, Tiger!”

With his chakra seal open, Ikkyu utilized it and blew out with his full lung strength. 

FWOOOOOOOSH!

It was indeed a special ultra great fireball. 

The cloud of fire grew into a massive size, eclipsing Ikkyu like he was an insect. It was the biggest that Itachi or Sasuke had seen in their short lives. 

Shwooo!

Then, it went flying and…

BOOM!

The special ultra great fireball smashed into the ancient, half-submerged torii gate.

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Kids, today, I’ll teach you a very important lesson.” Ikkyu smiled with his lips but was frowning with his eyes. “In situations like these, there is only one best move.”

“That is?” Sasuke asked eagerly. 

“RUN!”

“...”

Woosh!

Itachi ran.

“Wait for me!”

Sasuke followed.

Before long, the two young Uchiha were laughing, chasing after Ikkyu into Konoha’s street. They were smart. 

They knew there were going to be treats now to hush them about what happened. And on the way, they also found Naruto and dragged him along. But Itachi and Sasuke were aware not to tell him secrets, Naruto was a loudmouth.

Ikkyu just entertained them. While he was not one to feel guilt about anything, his previous life of sin was proof enough. But he did want the kids to have a great life. 

Minato’s end was destined. But Fugaku, he wanted to turn that guy into a hero. And now, there he was, shagging Mikoto. 

I’m a shitty guy, aren’t I?

While he did run gambling dens, brothels, and was actively funding terrorists, he liked to think he was the good guy.

But now, that illusion was starting to break. 

It was hard to maintain the good guy and the bad guy worlds separated. 

At least I buy ice cream for the kids. 

Once again, he realised it was a very shitty and villainous thought to have. To equate his kindness with something transactional. 

At that point, he just stopped thinking.

All is well as long as they see me as the good guy… I guess.

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On Ikkyu’s eighteenth birthday, there were no celebrations. No parties. 

As soon as night fell and the village entered darkness, a team of men and women left Uchiha district. They dressed themselves in all black, faces and heads hidden, only eyes visible. Each carried a sword and all the tools needed for fighting. They all had activated Sharingan. 

“Lord Ikkyu.”

The team of ten halted near a large sewer entrance and saluted a similarly dressed Ikkyu, but his face wasn’t hidden. 

“Hide your faces.” Ikkyu handed each one of them plain black masks. “Remember, we’re not entering Root to fight. We’re going to gather information and proof. I need irrefutable evidence to force my father to move his hand.”

The ten Uchiha nodded. 

“Lord Ikkyu, where’s your mask?” asked Mikoto, her face hidden, but her voice recognizable. 

He gave her a quick smirk. He loved looking into her eyes, the strange patterns of her Sharingan visible. A Mangekyou Sharingan, awakened during the nine-tails’ attack. She was definitely going to be the next head of the Uchiha Clan; he was going to make it happen. 

“Me?” He shrugged. "The king needs not hide from his soldiers, especially the rogue ones."

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[A/N: We have finally arrived in the main timeline. Going forward, the smut will be regular, and the plot will focus more on Ikkyu expanding his underworld empire.]