Lecherous Brat, Eat My Attack!

Outside Konohagakure, in a dense forest.

The Blood-Red Sunset hung low, its scorching light filtering through the lush branches to cast dappled patches of light across the forest floor.

"Uncle Nichirin, why hasn't that person you mentioned arrived yet?"

Tsubaki kept tugging at her pink T-shirt, peering toward the direction of the village, looking left and right, but failing to catch even a glimpse of anyone.

Perhaps because the garment was stretched too tight by the two massive mounds on her chest, tugging at the fabric did nothing to let in a breeze. The stifling sweat had nearly soaked through the T-shirt, the damp, clammy sensation gradually making her irritable.

"If he doesn't show up soon, I'm leaving. I'll just find him on a cooler day and beat him up instead."

Right now, all she wanted was to take off this T-shirt and go back for a cold shower.

"Wait a little longer."

Nichirin wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was also growing anxious, but he patiently urged, "Although the Uchiha are arrogant, most of them aren't the type to go back on their word. He should be coming."

"Fine..." Tsubaki pouted, agreeing reluctantly.

However, ten minutes later.

The secluded forest remained empty, without a single soul in sight.

"Damn it, I'm done with this!"

Tsubaki, resisting the urge to tear her clothes off, slapped a nearby sapling, snapping it in two. Her willow-leaf brows arched in anger.

"Uncle Nichirin, I'm heading back first. Once I go home and change, I'm going straight to find him!"

"..."

A look of irritation crossed Nichirin's face as well. He hadn't expected that Uchiha brat to actually dare to play them like this.

"Let's go. I'll go with you. When we see that kid, we'll use the Eight Trigrams Palm on him immediately!"

"Right! Beat him to a pulp!"

Whoosh!

Just as the two were rolling up their sleeves, a member of the Hyuga clan suddenly streaked across the treetops and leaped down.

"Lord Nichirin, word has come from the clan. That kid, Uchiha Ao, sent a messenger.

He says he wants to change the location for the sparring match."

At the same time, at the residence of Uzumaki Mito.

"Is that true!"

Uchiha Sou stood up abruptly, exclaiming excitedly, "Then Sou is willing to give his all for you, my lady! I'll be hard whenever you need me!"

"Giggle..."

Mito pursed her lips and smiled. "Don't be so full of yourself. Besides, there are conditions for me giving you this Wood Style Sage Art. After all, even though Hashirama was my husband, the Wood Style he left behind is, at the end of the day, the property of the Senju Clan. I cannot just hand it over to others at will."

"I wonder..."

As expected, there are conditions... A flash of light crossed Sou's eyes. However, he didn't mind; being this direct was better than someone playing dirty behind his back.

"My lady, besides the mission request, what other conditions do you have?"

By saying this, he meant that he was already helping her homeland by taking on this mission, so he hoped she wouldn't ask for anything too excessive.

"Slippery one."

Mito rolled her eyes at him with a hint of charm. "Rest assured, this additional condition isn't dangerous. In fact, it's a great thing for you."

"A great thing?" Sou looked puzzled.

What? You aren't actually going to make me give my all, are you? I wouldn't mind, but if your brother-in-law found out, he'd probably use the Flying Thunder God to hunt me down across half the Shinobi World.

"Uh... Lord Mito, I know you might have been feeling a bit lonely in recent years..."

"Pah! What are you thinking?"

Watching Sou, who was hesitating to speak, Mito immediately realized what he was implying. Her charming face flushed red, and she chided him, "I meant that I want you to marry a girl from the Uzumaki Clan."

The Uzumaki Clan's plea for help this time, Tobirama's attitude, and the precarious situation of Uzushiogakure in recent years had all made Mito realize that she couldn't put all her eggs in one basket. After thinking it over, the Uchiha Clan seemed like a good choice. Not only had they stood toe-to-toe with the Senju Clan for years, but their bloodline power could also be considered T0 in the entire Shinobi World.

Aren't you a girl from the Uzumaki Clan yourself... Sou grumbled inwardly, but he didn't dare say it out loud. Instead, he asked with a puzzled expression:

"So that's it... But why would Lord Mito choose me? I imagine that with your influence in Konohagakure, you must have investigated my background thoroughly over the past two days. I don't consider my strength to be outstanding within the Uchiha Clan, and my status in the village is... well, just that of an ordinary ninja."

"Marrying a girl from the Uzumaki Clan to me likely won't have much of an impact on the situation in Uzushiogakure, would it?"

"Is that really so?"

Mito glanced at his chest with her beautiful eyes, saying meaningfully:

"Then why do I sense a power surpassing an ordinary Sharingan coming from your pocket? Having fought alongside Hashirama and Madara for all these years, I am far too familiar with this kind of power. You cannot hide it from me."

If it weren't for this, she would have already turned hostile over Uchiha Ao's reckless behavior just moments ago.

Did he really take her for some naive fool?

"Surpassing an ordinary Sharingan..."

Following Mito's line of sight, Ao looked toward one of his pockets, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

Could it be that what Clan Leader Qiongyue gave me is...

Before coming here, he only knew that the scroll was a life-saving tool given to him by that old geezer Qiongyue.

Plus, he had been rushing to keep the appointment along the way and hadn't examined it carefully. He never imagined that the contents were actually a dojutsu released by a Mangekyo!

He remembered that in the original story, Jiraiya had used a sealing scroll to seal and retrieve Itachi's Black Flame. Could this scroll be a similar item?

"It seems you really didn't know."

Watching the surprise on Ao's face, which didn't look feigned, Mito pursed her lips and smiled. "People of the Uchiha Clan are always like this. Even though they are more emotionally intense than anyone else, they all pretend to be heartless and arrogant."

This was also the reason she was willing to choose someone from the Uchiha Clan for a marriage alliance. As long as a woman from the Uzumaki Clan truly gained the recognition of the Uchiha, and as long as Ao did not die, the Uchiha Clan could at least ensure Uzushiogakure would be worry-free for decades.

Ao touched the scroll in his pocket, lost in thought.

He hadn't expected that old geezer to really go to such lengths to protect him. However, he didn't believe it was because the man truly valued or cared for him; there had to be a reason behind it.

He guessed it might be because of the Hokage. After all, the Anbu ninja and that white-faced ninja seeking him out one after the other was just too much of a coincidence.

"You should think about it first."

Mito took a sip of tea and said unhurriedly, "I have stated all the benefits. Now, it is time for you to show your sincerity."

"My sincerity?"

Ao raised an eyebrow. "Lord Mito, what do you mean..."

"The prerequisite for obtaining these benefits is..."

Mito gently set down her teacup, then gazed at him deeply with her beautiful eyes. "You must possess the power to match them!"

Swish!

Before the words had even faded, the gentle and lovely Mito suddenly erupted with a thin layer of red Chakra covering her body. Her figure flickered, appearing at Sou's side in an instant, and she unleashed a whip kick aimed directly at his head!

"!!!"

That speed was even faster than a standard Body Flicker Technique. Sou had only just reacted when the whip kick was already less than ten centimeters from his head.

Crack!

White mist exploded, and the chair Sou had been sitting on was smashed to pieces.

"Your reaction speed is quite fast, kid."

Looking at the dissipating white mist, Mito, her hair standing on end as she was enveloped in Nine-Tails Chakra, praised him.

"But just knowing how to dodge isn't enough. Let me see what you're truly capable of!"

Swish!

With that, she flickered again, instantly locating Sou on a ceiling beam, and followed up with a heavy, powerful punch.

But this time, Sou did not choose to dodge. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and in a split second, his body was wrapped in blue-white electric arcs while his muscles were reinforced to their limit.

He reached out his right hand to catch it!

Snap!

The fist, coated in violent Nine-Tails Chakra, landed squarely in Sou's palm. The collision between the two even produced a Sonic Boom. The resulting shockwave, while not enough to collapse the ceiling beam, shattered more than half of the glass in the room.

"You are... a Taijutsu Ninja?!"

Mito stared at Sou's handsome face, now wreathed in blue-white electric arcs, her beautiful eyes wide with shock.

"I just exercise my body from time to time..."

Sou shrugged and grinned. "I wonder if this level of strength is enough to pass Lord Mito's assessment."

As he spoke, he lightly stroked Mito's small hand with his thumb.

Swish!

Mito's gentle face turned bright red in an instant. She quickly leaped backward, landing on the floor, her willow-leaf eyebrows arched in anger.

"You brat, why are your hands so restless!

Taking advantage of an old woman!"

"Hehe."

Sou leaped down to the floor as well, scratching his head in feigned embarrassment. "I just felt that Lord Mito's hand felt like that of a young girl in her twenties, and I couldn't help myself. If I have caused any offense, please forgive me, Lord Mito."

"You..."

Upon hearing this, Mito's pretty face flushed even redder. This line was a killer for women of almost any age, and for a moment, she found herself stuttering.

"You, you brat, you really have a silver tongue!"

After calming down, she felt a twinge of regret. If she were to marry a girl from the Uzumaki Clan to this man, she feared the girl would be played until she didn't know which way was up.

No, she had to dampen this brat's arrogance!

"Brat!"

With that thought, her expression turned stern. "I only used fifty percent of my strength just now. If you want to complete the mission, you must be able to withstand at least eighty percent of my power!

So, get ready!"

"!!!"

Watching Mito continuously gathering her strength, Ao's expression changed drastically.

Holy crap, eighty percent? You old hag, you're going to punch me into dumpling filling!

"Yamete! Lord Mito, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?!"

"Don't worry, I know Medical Ninjutsu. I won't let you die!"

Though Mito wore a "kind" smile, the Nine-Tails Chakra enveloping her body grew increasingly dense.

You lecherous little brat, take this blow!

Just at this moment of life-and-death crisis, a commotion suddenly erupted outside the courtyard.

"Let me in! We're here to spar with Uchiha Ao. This is clearly the place he designated for the spar, so why aren't you letting us in now?!"

"Uchiha Ao! Uchiha Ao!!!"