Sister Mikoto is Acting Strange!

Two days later.

The Konoha White Fang arrived at the front lines, and the morale of the Konoha shinobi soared.

To outsiders, Uchiha Yoru was simply fortunate to accompany Tsunade's squad back to Konoha for rest and resupply.

Back when they graduated from the academy as classmates, the top-performing students—Uchiha Yoru, Nawaki, and Minato Namikaze—had each been assigned to disciples of the Third Hokage as their supervising jonin.

"Kid, pick up the pace."

"Yes."

Along the way, it seemed the intelligence scroll from two days prior had put Tsunade in a foul mood lately.

Still, in the prime of her youth, with her twin golden ponytails, Tsunade cut an impressively dashing figure.

Uchiha Yoru kept his expression firm, periodically scanning their surroundings with vigilance, as the whole group hurried toward Konoha at top speed.

[Perfected Demon Killer Technique]

At this moment, sealed within Uchiha Yoru's mind was a forbidden technique that shouldn't exist in this era—and at the perfect grade, no less.

This was something he'd obtained in his past life as a top salesman, using free time from a game's first-recharge bonus. He never expected to bring it into this world.

"This forbidden technique is powerful, but its difficulty is equally extreme—especially at the perfect grade."

Only by arriving in this real shinobi world could one understand that so-called forbidden techniques were all extremely dangerous jutsu.

Through this technique, he could plunder and devour bloodline limits to strengthen himself, but each devouring required a significant amount of time for his body to fully integrate.

"That means, to use this forbidden technique to devour bloodlines, I'll also need gene-stabilizing agents or something similar."

As this thought crossed his mind, Yoru's peripheral vision swept toward Tsunade, and a faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Wasn't there a major benefactor right in front of him? If nothing unexpected happened, after he first used this forbidden technique, he'd have to rely on Tsunade.

After all, relying on his own medical ninjutsu knowledge, who knew how long it would take to formulate such an agent—and more importantly, this kind of agent was extremely expensive.

Several days later, the group finally returned to Konoha.

The Senju Clan compound.

"Grandma Mito, regardless of whether this intelligence is true or false, Nawaki's safety must be taken seriously!"

After returning to the village, Tsunade went about her usual routine—first reporting at the Hokage Building—before heading back to the clan grounds.

But when she found Uzumaki Mito, anger was written across her brow.

Uzumaki Mito now bore the full marks of age; even the Yin Seal on her forehead could no longer halt the passage of time, a clear sign she was nearing the end of her life.

Yet upon hearing Tsunade's intelligence this time, the kindly expression on Uzumaki Mito's face shifted to one of gravity.

"That old bastard Uchiha Setsuna has really changed, hasn't he!"

"It seems the old fiend has finally learned some sense—or perhaps his last imprisonment taught him a harsh lesson, since he now knows to hide in the shadows!"

The first person Uzumaki Mito thought of was that Uchiha elder's transformation, now resorting to schemes and plots.

"Grandma! Nawaki is—!"

Tsunade was clearly tense, but Uzumaki Mito only snorted coldly.

"With such impulsiveness, how can you accomplish great things!"

The hot-tempered Tsunade was surprisingly docile before Uzumaki Mito, able only to sigh in frustration.

Uzumaki Mito, however, pondered for a moment before speaking in a grave tone:

"Nawaki's safety must be taken seriously, but if someone is plotting against him even under Orochimaru's watch, Tsunade—you need to understand the severity of this matter!"

This time, Tsunade's expression also turned grim, and she nodded heavily.

"Among Konoha jonin, few can overpower Orochimaru in strength, and his vigilance is extremely sharp. If someone truly wants to harm Nawaki from the shadows, the only way is to keep Nawaki from leaving the village!"

There was only guarding against thieves for a thousand days, not guarding against them for a thousand nights!

At this point, Tsunade's face twisted with anger.

"Damn it, do they really think the Senju Clan no longer exists?!"

Faced with Tsunade's fury, Uzumaki Mito fell silent, then let out a long, weary sigh.

No matter how honored her status, in the end, the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki was nothing but the village's weapon. What difference was there now between her and being imprisoned in Konoha?

"Tsunade, I am old. I don't have many years left. If this intelligence proves true, then you might take this opportunity to send Nawaki away."

Uzumaki Mito sighed faintly, and Tsunade froze, staring at her grandmother in shock.

But Uzumaki Mito only shook her head and sighed. "You can guard against it this time, but what about the next?"

"The Konoha of today no longer needs the Senju Clan of old."

The Senju of old!

Those words weighed heavily on Tsunade's heart. After a long silence, she nodded in a low voice. "I understand."

The Konoha of today was no longer the era when the Senju ruled unchallenged!

"Finally back!"

Returning to Konoha, basking in the sunlight, Uchiha Yoru wore an expression of pure indulgence and intoxication.

The Land of Rain, with its endless overcast drizzle, had been utterly dreadful—he had never appreciated the comfort of a sunbath so much before.

Though the Uchiha Clan was now ostracized, they had not yet been relegated to the edge of Konoha. Their clan grounds naturally remained in the most bustling central district of the village.

"Yoru, welcome home."

The moment Uchiha Yoru pushed the door open, a voice suddenly came from inside the house, instantly freezing his expression.

"Mi... Sister Mikoto!"

There in the room stood Uchiha Mikoto, a standard-issue Uchiha longsword strapped to her back, a gentle smile on her face. Yet beneath those eyes lurked something amiss.

The instant he saw Uchiha Mikoto, Uchiha Yoru's expression stiffened.

But Uchiha Mikoto had already stepped forward, familiarly reaching out both hands to cup his cheeks directly.

This scene made Uchiha Yoru panic: "Sister Mikoto, don't! I still—"

Before he could finish, Mikoto's fingers pried open his eyelids. Her gentle smile remained, but her voice was soft as she said:

"Still haven't awakened your eyes? Yoru, you really are a little failure."

A little failure!

Have you ever seen someone speak so cruelly with a gentle smile, and still be a soft, delicate girl?

That was very Uchiha!

After all, any Uchiha who awakened their eyes suffered mental stimulation!

Seeing the two blood-red tomoe spinning in Uchiha Mikoto's eye sockets, Uchiha Yoru revealed a look of envy mixed with helplessness.

As expected!

Uchiha Mikoto's Sharingan had evolved!

The awakening and evolution of the Sharingan were always accompanied by intense emotional upheaval, most often triggered by losing someone important or experiencing pain.

And when the Sharingan awakened or evolved, special Chakra surged into the brain, further stimulating the mind.

Especially for Uchiha ninja who had just awakened or evolved—during this period, their temperament was extremely unstable, irritable and angry, requiring proper guidance to vent.

"Sister Mikoto!"

The moment the door closed, Uchiha Yoru viciously shoved Uchiha Mikoto to the floor, then pulled out the whip that had long been prepared in the house.

(I uploaded the wrong chapter earlier; now I'm re-uploading it. The content is unchanged.)