My Medical-Nin Mother

Uchiha Kazuhiko finished his day's work and returned to the center of the clan grounds, to Eri's small courtyard.

The courtyard was not large, but upon pushing open the gate, one was greeted by flowers and trees, a truly pleasant sight.

The protagonist of My Medical Jonin Mother, Eri, was currently sitting on the veranda, watching her husband, Uchiha Hideki, prune the cherry blossom branches.

Uchiha Eri was forty-two years old this year and had experienced two Shinobi World Wars. Perhaps due to her profession as a medical ninja, she looked much younger than the average middle-aged woman.

"Mom, you look truly beautiful today. Tying up your hair really makes you look young."

Kazuhiko had a honeyed tongue, and he started flattering her the moment he opened his mouth.

Eri glanced at Kazuhiko, expressionless. "Whenever you're this sweet, it's never for anything good." She then continued directing her husband, "Don't trim too much from the outside; I want the cherry blossom rain to be brilliant next year."

Seeing that her husband was doing fine, Eri finally looked at her son. "Speak up, what trouble have you caused this time?"

The Kazuhiko household was a typical Uchiha family: whoever had the biggest fist had the right to speak.

Eri was, for all intents and purposes, the sole queen of the courtyard.

Kazuhiko and his Chunin father combined could be instantly wiped out by a single look from Eri.

"Mom, look at you. Can't a son just pay his mother a few compliments?"

After saying this, Kazuhiko rolled up his sleeves and scurried under the cherry tree, preparing to lend a hand and show off a bit. His mother was his greatest backer and his primary path to obtaining ninjutsu and secret Uchiha techniques.

"Dad, what can I do?"

His father, Hideki, didn't even look at Kazuhiko, saying flatly:

"I left you some food; don't come over here and make a mess."

The handsome middle-aged uncle Hideki was an absolute house-husband, a terminator of chores, and the man who silently supported Eri as she moved forward.

He was also a supreme husband who possessed the [Husband Material] trait, the Uchiha succubus who made the "Domineering Jonin Fall in Love with Me."

But then again, in Kazuhiko's house:

Mom Eri was the head of the family, followed by Kazuhiko, then the ninja cat Black Charcoal, with Dad Hideki ranking behind the cat. As for his status in the family, there was no need to elaborate.

Seeing that neither his mother nor his father cared for him, Kazuhiko honestly returned to the living room to eat.

He had expended a lot of energy throughout the day and was in dire need of replenishing his strength.

Eri watched her son's back, thinking to herself, Is the brat asking for money again?

Clearly, Eri was no different from an ordinary housewife in essence.

When her son suddenly showered her with sweet words, her first reaction wasn't happiness, but rather wondering what scheme the kid was cooking up. Did he cause trouble outside?

Or did he want to ask his old lady for money again?

It couldn't possibly be that my outfit today really looks young and beautiful, could it?

Eri shook her head and reached a definitive conclusion:

The brat definitely wants money again!

Kazuhiko, unaware of how his mother was speculating about him, sat at the dining table and began to wolf down his food.

Four dishes and one soup, two meat and two vegetable—it was the taste of Dad's cooking.

"Happiness~" Kazuhiko sighed with satisfaction.

This was the world of Naruto, after all. A family like Kazuhiko's, capable of living such a vibrant and colorful life, was truly rare.

From the Hokage down to the commoners, those who made a name for themselves in the ninja world basically all had their own misfortunes.

Therefore, even though he was a transmigrator, he was actually very grateful for his current parents.

At the very least, in his memories, his family had never let him go hungry from childhood to adulthood. He had climbed trees, caught fish, caused trouble, been beaten, and suffered the same discrimination and bullying as the protagonist, enjoying a childhood that would make Naruto and Sasuke cry with envy.

It was the kind of life that would be considered redundant even in the Infinite Tsukuyomi—a bit of a waste of Madara's chakra.

That was why Kazuhiko wanted to fiercely discipline the Uchiha clan and Konoha, to protect this precious home.

Since I'm a transmigrator, I have to at least let my loved ones live in peace and joy.

Kazuhiko shoveled rice into his mouth, thinking as he ate.

He needed to rapidly increase his strength and build his own power base—the faster, the better!

He also had to guard against Danzo, the Konoha higher-ups, and Uchiha Obito.

He couldn't afford to successfully discipline Shisui and Itachi only for some random person to emerge from the shadows and team up with Obito to commit genocide.

After all, the main force behind the Uchiha Massacre wasn't just Itachi.

Kazuhiko didn't understand what was going through the mind of Obito, that ultimate love-struck fool, and he didn't want to.

The Fourth Hokage's couple and the Uchiha clan hadn't wronged him, yet he killed them all—it was purely beastly behavior.

However, now was not the time to worry about Obito.

If he could help Shota awaken his Sharingan without injury this time, he could prove that his psychological medicine was scientific and feasible.

By then, he would be able to grasp a certain amount of power within the clan and gain the attention of the clan head, Uchiha Fugaku.

If Fugaku had already awakened his Mangekyo Sharingan and possessed Kage-level strength at this moment, then he would have a way to obtain a Kage-level trait draw...

Actually, Jonin-level traits could also significantly boost his strength, but unfortunately, he was too weak. Aside from relying on his mother and sweet-talking Shisui, it was difficult to gain the respect of any other Jonin.

"To forge iron, one must be strong oneself. I must convert the drawn traits into actual strength as quickly as possible!"

After finishing his meal, Kazuhiko immediately slipped back to his room and began to refine his chakra.

Chakra requires mental guidance; it is extracted from the 130 trillion cells throughout the body and fused with spiritual energy, then circulated continuously through the meridians.

The strength of a person's cells and meridians determines the volume of their chakra.

When it comes to chakra reserves, Senju Hashirama, the God of Shinobi, stands in a league of his own, rightfully dubbed a "humanoid Tailed Beast."

This is why, even years after Hashirama's death, his cells remain active and continue to benefit the ninja world; the abundant chakra keeps Hashirama's cells full of vitality and life.

Hashirama: Ah, I'm dead.

Cells: No, we aren't.

The strength of Uchiha Kazuhiko's cells and meridians was quite pathetic.

As a perennial medical Genin and a "battle-power-of-five" weakling, his chakra reserves had long remained at 0.25 units. It was only after equipping [Chakra Thickening] that it began to slowly increase and break through its limits.

At this moment, Kazuhiko equipped the trait [Chakra Thickening (Green)] and worked hard to refine his chakra to its peak state to satisfy the conditions for permanent fixation.

As he refined it, he felt waves of heat generating and surging within his body, causing every cell to feel full and satisfied.

The Shisui trait had increased his chakra reserves to 0.4 units, which also significantly accelerated his chakra refinement speed.

If his refinement speed at 0.25 units was a small stream, his efficiency now had evolved into a small river, finally taking shape.

Only when his cells and meridians began to swell and could no longer withstand any more did he stop his training.

[Chakra Reserves +0.1]--[Chakra: 0.5 units]

[Chakra Thickening · Green]--[Trait Permanently Fixed]

After this period of persistent training, his chakra reserves had finally reached their absolute peak, with no room for further advancement, hitting the astonishing limit for a Genin—

The Grand Perfection of the Ninth Stage of Genin.

Uchiha Kazuhiko felt terrifyingly strong right now!

He opened his eyes, curled his fists, and flexed his arm muscles, a sense of power capable of punching through anything welling up from within.

"The power of chakra... it truly is intoxicating."