Evil Uchiha Brat, It's So Good to Be Alive and Share a Tent with You

"Nothing is impossible!"

Chiyo Uchiha's scarlet gaze swept over them.

Before his words had even faded, he used Body Flicker to appear before that ninja.

Their Mangekyō Sharingan met.

That ninja's eyes instantly turned vacant as he fell under Genjutsu.

Chiyo drew his Kunai across the man's throat.

Then, with a clean and decisive Body Flicker, he left. The ninja who had spoken slowly collapsed.

Seeing this scene,

they exchanged glances, vicious grins spreading across their faces.

"That technique clearly has enormous limitations!"

"Kill!!"

"Kill that Uchiha!!"

"Attack together! He doesn't have the strength to use that technique again! As long as we don't make eye contact with an Uchiha, Genjutsu won't matter!!"

"..."

Chiyo watched the densely packed ninjas charge at him again.

Before obtaining the Mangekyō Sharingan, Chiyo's greatest advantage had been Genjutsu.

As long as he could make eye contact, Chiyo could instantly control his opponent...

But they fought in teams.

As long as their teammates could promptly disrupt the flow of chakra within their bodies, the Genjutsu could be broken.

With Chiyo's strength, a few Genjutsu techniques could not control so many people.

Ordinary Genjutsu was practically useless against an attack on this scale.

There were simply too many ninjas.

Forget it!

He would go all out. No more holding back!

Chiyo took a deep breath, his gaze focusing on them once more.

Since you are all so eager to die!~

Then I won't hide anything anymore!!

"Yomi Higan!"

Three or four more blood vessels appeared in his scarlet eyes as blood once again flowed from them.

An invisible ripple spread outward again.

This time, it covered even more people than before!

It nearly enveloped all the Sand Ninjas across the battlefield.

An invisible force, like the great hand of the God of Death, seized the bodies of the Sand Ninjas.

Their life force took on tangible form, turning into countless specks of light as it was drawn from their bodies.

With Chiyo at the center, ninjas fell in swathes like cut wheat.

A cold, deathly aura spread through the surroundings.

Standing amid it, his Mangekyō Sharingan had already faded.

His black pupils contracted slightly, and his vision blurred.

A buzzing filled his ears, as though countless tiny insects were crawling inside his skull.

He raised a hand and pressed his temple, his fingertips touching warm liquid.

The blood that had originally seeped from the corners of his eyes had dried, yet it began to ooze out again from excessive exertion.

As expected...

It was still too much.

He had only been a Genjutsu ninja before. When facing a small number of enemies, he still had an advantage.

But against so many enemies, his Genjutsu methods were far too limited.

There were simply too many enemies!

The only thing Chiyo could rely on now was his Mangekyo Dōjutsu.

Covering so many ninjas at once placed an enormous burden on him, even with the advantages of the Mangekyō Sharingan.

What was worse, he had not yet mastered his Dōjutsu well enough, causing his Dōryoku consumption to far exceed his expectations.

Still, he had killed every last enemy!

Tsunade saw that Chiyo's movements seemed somewhat stiff, and her heart skipped a beat.

She quickly ran over.

She stood at his side, her golden hair tousled by the wind as her emerald eyes vigilantly swept across the battlefield.

At last, they settled on Chiyo's pale face.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her fingers unconsciously tightened.

As a core member of the Senju Clan, Tsunade naturally knew more about the Uchiha Clan's Sharingan than most people did.

As the saying went, your enemy knew you best.

As the Senju Clan, the Uchiha Clan's sworn enemies, they understood the Uchiha Sharingan even better than ordinary Uchiha Clan Members.

Just like in the original story.

The person who understood the Uchiha Sharingan best was the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju.

That old fellow, the "God of Land Warfare," who had a strong awareness of ninjutsu development copyrights and whose tears had not dried since those days...

Though Tsunade did not know as much about the Uchiha Clan as her second granduncle did,

as a Medical Ninja born into the Senju Clan...

her understanding of the Uchiha Sharingan already surpassed that of ordinary Uchiha Clan Members.

How could she fail to see that the blood Chiyo was shedding was a side effect of his eyes using Dōjutsu?

She mobilized the little chakra she had left, green chakra covering both hands as she placed them directly over Chiyo's eyes.

While treating Chiyo, she did not forget to turn back and issue orders.

"Medical Team!"

"Immediately escort the severely wounded back to camp!"

Her voice was icy, yet brooked no argument.

"Yes!"

The Konoha Medical Ninjas snapped out of their shock.

They escorted the wounded back into the tents.

This time, there was much more order. Today's battle had likely tempered their hearts considerably.

Chiyo obediently closed his eyes.

When Tsunade finished treating him and he opened them again,

his vision was still swaying and intermittently blurred as he looked at Tsunade before him.

His eyesight seemed to have worsened.

Chiyo instinctively narrowed his eyes.

That allowed him to see a little more clearly.

This expenditure had been far more severe than expected, even greater than when he fought Hanzō.

The setting sun at the border dyed the entire battlefield red, making the corpses of the Sunagakure ninjas all the more glaring.

Chiyo stood where he was, his face so pale it was nearly translucent.

He lifted his gaze to meet Tsunade's concerned eyes, tugging the corners of his mouth into a faint smile.

"Tsunade, we're safe now."

Tsunade walked up to him, stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly grabbed his collar.

"Are you insane?!"

Her voice was very low, but filled with suppressed anger.

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"You covered over a hundred people with Dōjutsu at once? Do you think your eyes are made of iron?!"

Chiyo was pulled slightly forward by her grip, yet he did not get angry. He merely chuckled.

"What else was I supposed to do? Watch them surround you and kill you?"

Tsunade choked, though the force in her hand unconsciously loosened somewhat.

Of course she knew.

If Chiyo had not acted, not one of Konoha's Medical Ninjas or combat ninjas would have survived.

Yet seeing him in such a weakened state, the nameless fire in her chest simply would not go away.

"I just... didn't want you to sacrifice yourself for me."

In the end, she only gritted her teeth and forced out those words.

She released his collar and instead supported his arm.

"Come on. Back to camp."

Chiyo's gaze swept over the corpses covering the ground, then turned toward the sun gradually sinking beneath the horizon.

He simply let Tsunade support him as they walked step by step toward the camp.

"Do your eyes still hurt?"

Tsunade looked at Chiyo's profile and asked quietly beside him.

There was a faint tremor in her voice.

"They hurt. If Lady Tsunade personally serves me tonight, I'll recover very quickly!"

Tsunade's expression froze at the smile on Chiyo's face.

Then embarrassment and anger appeared on her face.

"You!!"

"You really are an evil Uchiha brat! Do you think about that sort of thing every day?"

Chiyo looked utterly confused.

"Lady Tsunade, what sort of thing? I just want you to put in some eye drops. How does that make me an evil Uchiha?

It seems Lady Tsunade, the Princess of the Senju Clan, has quite a prejudice against us Uchiha!"

Seeing Chiyo's completely serious expression, Tsunade began to doubt herself.

Service = treatment = medicine?

She could not help but reflect. Had she wronged this brat?

Had she overthought it?

While Tsunade was lost in thought, Chiyo touched her cheek. It was smooth, soft, and fair—truly captivating.

Tsunade simply looked at Chiyo.

Mist welled up in her bright brown eyes, which had always been so full of stubbornness.

"Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

With a curl of his finger, Chiyo wiped away the tear that fell from her eye.

Tsunade hurriedly turned her face away and rubbed her eyes before turning back.

"That stinking Uchiha brat really makes people worry!"

Hearing that, Chiyo Uchiha understood that she had cried because she was worried about him.

He pulled his arm free and forcefully hugged her.

"Hey, there are still people around!!"

Tsunade blushed, never expecting Chiyo to be so bold.

"We're a perfect match. Why should we care what those monsters say? Forget them!"

Night fell.

The campfire crackled, and the shadows of the two at the entrance of the tent stretched long.

Chiyo leaned against a weathered rock, medical bandages wrapped around his eyes and covering them completely.

Originally, Chiyo had only wanted to do some eye exercises and use a set of eye drops at night for maintenance.

Who would have thought Tsunade would directly apply medicinal herbs and bandages to him?

Still, the cool sensation coming from his eyes seemed quite helpful for their recovery.

Naturally, Chiyo did not refuse Tsunade's kindness.

Not only that, he was also obediently holding a bowl of medicinal soup that Tsunade had forcibly stuffed into his hands.

It was bitter and astringent, making him frown deeply with every sip.

"Tch, this stuff tastes worse than Sunagakure's poison. I've already applied external medicine, so why do I still have to drink this!"

He shook the bowl containing its pitch-black medicine.

"Don't tell me you're taking this chance to get revenge on me?"

"Shut up and drink it all."

Tsunade sat opposite him with her arms folded, the campfire coating her golden hair in warm light.

She glared at Chiyo, but when she saw his pale face, her gaze unconsciously softened.

Tsunade turned away and pretended to organize her medical bag, though her fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the bandages.

Chiyo tipped back his head and drained the medicinal soup, grimacing bitterly before suddenly shaking the empty bowl in her direction.

"Lady Tsunade, do you have any candy?"

"Are you a three-year-old?!"

She snatched the bowl away in anger, but froze for a moment the instant their fingertips touched, as if she had remembered something.

"..."

Tsunade suddenly rose and rummaged through her medical bag, making enough noise to sound like she was tearing down the tent.

Chiyo tilted his head as he "watched" her, hearing her pull out a small paper packet and roughly shove it into his hand.

"The last one. Take it or leave it!"

Chiyo unfolded the packet, his fingertips touching a smooth, round candy.

He paused for a moment, his smile deepening.

"So Lady Tsunade carries candy with her?"

"Quit yapping! It's for stabilizing wounded patients' blood sugar!"

He sucked on the candy, and its sweetness washed away the bitterness of the medicine.

The night breeze drifted past. Chiyo heard Tsunade sit back down, the faint rustle of fabric against sand, and then...

A very, very soft sigh.

"If you pull something like that again..."

Tsunade's voice was so low that it was nearly inaudible.

"I'll sew your Sharingan shut with needle and thread."

Chiyo smiled, then suddenly reached out toward Tsunade, accurately brushing against the tip of her hair.

"What are you laughing at?!"

She slapped his hand away, though the tips of her ears had turned red.

"Nothing."

"I just think... it's wonderful to still be alive and share a tent with you."

Tsunade froze.

The campfire crackled, sending a few sparks into the air.

She lowered her head and looked at his profile outlined by the firelight, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"It's getting late. We still have to rendezvous with the team tomorrow!"

"Lady Tsunade, let's get some rest too! I can't see right now, so I'll need Lady Tsunade's help!~"

"You little Uchiha brat, I'm only helping because you're injured today! There won't be a next time, understand?"

"..."

The night wind swept through the camp, carrying dust from afar, yet it could not blow away the warmth of this small corner by the campfire.