Gentō arrived at the reception room.
He slid the door open and saw Mikoto's graceful figure kneeling neatly before the table.
She wore a deep purple kimono.
The soft fabric hugged her body, outlining the full curves unique to a mature woman.
Her collar lay slightly open, revealing a small patch of snowy skin.
The sash around her waist cinched it just right.
Below her waist, her figure grew strikingly fuller, filling out the kimono and tracing a plump, rounded silhouette.
With her lowered lashes and gentle profile, she exuded a charm that belonged only to a mature woman.
It was the perfect fullness and allure of a young married woman.
Gentō looked at Mikoto, appreciation flickering in his eyes.
Although he had watched her bathing many times, even with her clothes on, he could imagine the scenery hidden beneath the fabric.
But Mikoto's beauty had never been merely about her graceful figure.
It was a mature allure found only in a married woman.
The charm of a mature wife was simply beyond an inexperienced girl like Kurenai.
A woman as oblivious to romance as Pakura could not even come close.
The better Gentō understood Mikoto, the more he understood why Cao Cao had been so obsessed with married women.
All he could say was: question Cao Cao, understand Cao Cao, become Cao Cao, surpass Cao Cao!
What surprised him slightly was the child kneeling beside Mikoto.
The boy was around eight or nine, with delicate features and a composure far beyond his years.
He sat with his back straight, his face expressionless and his eyes dark.
He was Mikoto's eldest son, Uchiha Itachi.
Seeing Gentō enter, Mikoto bowed slightly and spoke softly.
"Clan Head, I'm sorry to disturb you."
Gentō smiled and waved a hand casually.
"It's no trouble.