Outrageous Sharing

After a long while, the two rabbits finally stopped their "performance."

They immediately began grazing on the grass, their short tails twitching back and forth as if mocking the "audience" hidden in the branches for getting a free show.

Damn it! I must be out of my mind, actually sitting through the whole thing!

Poof!

A puff of white smoke dissipated. In the dense forest, only two gray rabbits remained, grazing on the grass at a leisurely pace.

"Damn it! What an idiot!"

Kosuke, who had returned to his original body early, was carrying Mito toward another location when he suddenly cursed out loud.

Madara, who was traveling ahead, heard the commotion and glanced back at Kosuke, whose expression looked off.

Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, he continued leaping through the trees.

"Can you let me follow you on my own? Being carried like this is very uncomfortable!"

An irritable Kosuke looked down at Mito, who was currently disguised as a man, and said in a low voice, "Let you follow on your own? Are you planning to measure the Ninja World with your own two feet?"

"I suggested earlier that a guard carry me, but you disagreed. Now this won't work either—are you planning to bring my corpse back to your Clan Head?"

Hand her over? Heh, how naive!

Such a brilliant sealing master—why would I ever hand her over?

"Women are just so troublesome!"

Although Kosuke was extremely annoyed, he had to admit that Mito's words made sense.

If he kept carrying her like this, she would be meeting the Sage of Six Paths before they even reached the camp.

Kosuke looked at Madara ahead, who showed no signs of stopping.

With no other choice, he raised his hand and swung, tossing Mito onto his back.

In an instant, he felt his back press against two soft mounds.

Kosuke quickly wrapped his arms around Mito's legs to secure her on his back.

His forward momentum did not falter in the slightest from this action.

At that moment, Mito's body, pressed against his back, instantly stiffened.

Her hands pushed hard against his chest, and her face turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

Her fair, rosy cheeks looked exceptionally alluring under the sunlight.

Beneath the shade of a tree, Kosuke was lying on the grass with his rear end stuck up, cross-referencing the scrolls he had transcribed.

Madara leaned against the tree nearby with his arms crossed, his Sharingan fixed firmly on Kosuke as he worked.

As for Mito, upon seeing the sealing scrolls she usually kept in her private chambers being pored over, the fury on her face caused her crimson hair to stir without a breeze.

"Stop glaring, I'm just copying some scrolls," Kosuke said, not even looking up as he crossed out a mistranslated passage. "It's not like I'm digging up the Uzumaki clan's roots, is it? Good things are meant to be shared."

"Shared?" Mito roared in anger. "Then why don't you share your Sharingan with me?"

At this moment, she had no idea how to curse the helpless man before her.

"Hm? You want to awaken the Sharingan?" Kosuke stopped what he was doing and looked up at Mito. "Don't worry, when we get back to the clan, I'll perform a blood transfusion. I'll swap your Uzumaki bloodline for my Uchiha one, then teach you how to awaken the Three Tomoe Sharingan. I guarantee the whole process will be completely painless."

Seeing Kosuke speak with such certainty, Madara didn't know if Mito was willing, but he certainly was. The Three Tomoe Sharingan!

Only by advancing to the Three Tomoe would he have the qualifications to ask Aunt Aoba how to advance to the Mangekyo.

"How do I awaken the Three Tomoe Sharingan!"

What was originally Kosuke's teasing remark to Mito had been taken seriously by Madara.

At this, Kosuke felt a splitting headache.

This kind of advancement wasn't like playing a game where you could just "whoosh" and level up once you had enough experience.

But when he noticed the expectant look in Madara's eyes, Kosuke couldn't bring himself to say that he was just brushing Mito off.

Judging by this posture, if he dared to tell the truth, Madara might just tear his heart out.

Anxious!

"How about you try casting a genjutsu on yourself? The kind that triggers automatically when you forget about it, where the content is Izuna being cruelly stabbed to death by some white-haired Senju right in front of you?"

Kosuke decided to just blurt out the ideas he'd heard from netizens in his past life.

As for whether it would succeed or not, what did that have to do with him?

"So, it's possible to do it that way?"

Madara fell into deep thought, the Sharingan in his eyes quietly fading away.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! You've got to be kidding me? You actually believe such an absurd thing?"

"Is there something wrong with you Uchiha brains..."

Mito traced circles at her temples with her finger, staring at Kosuke with a look of shock.

"Whether our Uchiha brains are good or not, what's it to you? Do you still want to awaken the Sharingan or not? Never mind whether the method works or not, just tell me: did I share it with you or not?"

Seeing Kosuke bring up this question again, Mito finally realized she still needed to condemn the despicable person in front of her.

"Forget it, think about it yourself."

Kosuke continued to bury his head in copying.

Can the Three Tomoe Sharingan really be awakened this way?

Kosuke's voice just now happened to be heard by the four patrolling teammates.

The four of them exchanged glances instantly, determined to try the mystery for themselves once they returned to camp after this mission.

When the sunlight nimbly bypassed the leaves and shone on Kosuke's upturned rear, he casually closed the last parchment scroll and sat up straight.

"Here, don't say I stole your things. The scrolls are returned to you," Kosuke stuffed the several copied scrolls into his ninja tool pouch. "Let's go. The Senju allied forces on the battlefield should be discovering the fire in their rear soon."

After saying this, Kosuke hoisted Mito onto his back again and followed Ban and the others as they dashed toward the camp.

After several days of rushing, Kosuke, Madara, and the others finally approached the camp before sunset.

"Kosuke, have you thought it through?"

"I have. After taking her to see the Clan Head, I will explain the situation to him privately."

"That's good."

Hearing Kosuke's answer, the worry in Madara's heart lessened by more than half. What remained was concern over the two of them taking the Uzumaki princess captive without authorization.

At the same time, he was also worried that the disappearance of the Uzumaki clan's princess might cause the Uzumaki clan on the other side of the battlefield to go berserk, resulting in heavy casualties for their clansmen.

Before meeting his father, everything was so uncertain.

"Clan Head, Lord Madara, Lord Kosuke have returned from their mission and are requesting an audience outside the tent."

At this moment, Tajima, who was sitting alone in the tent staring at a topographical map, lifted his deep eyes upon hearing this and looked indifferently at the ninja reporting at the tent entrance.

"Let them both in."

"Yes, Clan Head."

As the tent flap was lifted again, the figures of Kosuke and Madara appeared inside Uchiha Tajima's tent.

Without waiting for Clan Head Tajima to ask, Madara took the initiative to explain the completed mission, as well as the accidental capture of the Uzumaki clan princess and her two guards, recounting everything in detail.

Uchiha Tajima remained silent for a long time after hearing Madara's report.

Finally, he tucked the sealing scrolls of the Uzumaki clan, which Kosuke had presented, into his robes.

"Was it done cleanly?"

"The battlefield was washed over by Kosuke and me with Fire Style," Madara replied, bowing.

"That will do. Madara, Kosuke, after you leave the Uzumaki clansmen behind, go back and rest first. As for the mission you completed, I will arrange for someone else to record it."

"Thank you, Lord Clan Head."