Let Me See How Beautiful Hashirama's Fiancée Is

When Uchiha Yang first saw Uzumaki Mito, she was still unconscious, completely unaware that she had been brought into the Uchiha clan grounds.

Splash!

A basin of cold water was dumped unceremoniously onto Uzumaki Mito's face.

Gasp!

Uzumaki Mito jolted awake and sat up, her breathing ragged. Her chest heaved with every breath, causing Uchiha Yang's gaze to drift involuntarily.

Good grief, Senju Hashirama is going to be a lucky man in the future.

Uchiha Yang refused to admit that he was envious.

"Kidnapping me won't work. Don't even think about using me to threaten my clan. I'm telling you, my father would never compromise the clan's interests just for my sake."

Uzumaki Mito lived up to her title as the Princess of Uzumaki; even knowing she was in a perilous situation, she maintained a facade of composure.

More and more high-ranking Uchiha members gathered to watch. After all, Uzumaki Mito was the key to the start of their next plan.

They observed her with a civilized curiosity. Although they all hated the Uzumaki Clan, they didn't resort to insulting behavior toward her.

She was just one Uzumaki Mito; their target was the entire Uzumaki Clan.

"Yang, instead of letting that Senju Hashirama have her, I think it would be better if you took her."

After carefully appraising Uzumaki Mito's refined features, Uchiha Izuna couldn't help but make the suggestion.

He had always disliked Senju Hashirama for the way he swayed his older brother, viewing the man as nothing more than a hypocrite.

Unfortunately, his brother had yet to see through the man's true colors, falling for those illogical dreams of peace.

"That's a great suggestion. Keep them coming; I love hearing it."

Uchiha Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Of course, if your brother can beat Senju Hashirama, I'd dare to marry her."

"What nonsense are you spouting? How could I possibly lose to Senju Hashirama?"

Uchiha Madara, hearing that Yang didn't believe he could defeat Senju Hashirama, became agitated at once.

"Look, your brother is getting worked up."

Uchiha Yang's words were sharp, instantly breaking Uchiha Madara's composure.

"What am I worked up about?" Uchiha Madara retorted, his face flushing with irritation.

"Brother, you still can't forget him."

Uchiha Izuna questioned his brother in a low, heavy tone. "Have you forgotten how Father died? It was Senju Hashirama's father who killed him."

"I haven't forgotten." Uchiha Madara clenched his fists, though he dared not meet his brother's eyes.

"See that you don't."

Uchiha Izuna knew when to stop and didn't press the topic further.

Seeing Uchiha Madara deflated, Uchiha Yang chuckled to himself.

Uchiha Madara was truly a brother-obsessed man. The Madara who lost Uchiha Izuna was like a completely different person compared to the one standing here now.

Even if Madara weren't a doting brother, Uchiha Yang would never let Uchiha Izuna die on the battlefield just to preserve some "original plot."

After all, he was his cousin—flesh and blood.

"Madara, you can't return a woman once she's in your hands."

Uchiha Yang spoke with a righteous air. "Marrying this woman can be your contribution to the clan. In the future, I will definitely extract the Uzumaki Clan's sealing techniques from her."

"Fighting isn't my specialty, but I can certainly help you handle women."

With that, Uchiha Yang sighed as if he were the one making a sacrifice.

"Stop acting like you're suffering when you're getting the better end of the deal," Uchiha Madara laughed and scolded.

Although snatching Hashirama's fiancée was ungentlemanly, Yang was his cousin, so he had to support him. He would just have to apologize to Hashirama later.

He was sure the Uzumaki Clan would find another fiancée for Hashirama soon enough.

Thinking this way, Uchiha Madara felt much less guilty toward his friend.

Uzumaki Mito's attention remained fixed on Uchiha Yang.

This man actually wanted to marry her? How ridiculous.

Who exactly was this person, and what was his relationship with the two Uchiha brothers?

The Senju Clan shared plenty of intelligence regarding the Uchiha clan, but there was no mention of any genius who could stand on par with the Uchiha brothers.

"This woman looks like she needs some proper training. Let's keep her in the basement of my house."

Uchiha Yang could tell at a glance that while Uzumaki Mito looked calm, she was actually a very strong-willed woman.

She needed her spirit broken in properly.

"No problem. I'll have someone go to your basement to set things up later so she doesn't escape."

Uchiha Madara agreed readily, though to ensure safety, he assigned two elite jonin to stand guard.

After all, in Uchiha Madara's eyes, Yang was just an ordinary person without a shred of combat ability.

Even when Uchiha Madara used his Sharingan to observe Uchiha Yang's body, he could not detect the slightest flow of chakra.

Uchiha Yang had specifically tested this himself to prevent discovery; his body was quite unique, and even the Byakugan could not perceive a single trace of chakra.

As for why this was the case, Uchiha Yang could not figure it out, nor did he care to; as long as he knew others couldn't detect his chakra, that was enough.

On Uchiha Yang's way back, his body started acting up and popping up with notifications again.

[Brain: Women only slow down my thinking speed. Stay away from female distractions; it starts with me.]

[Hand: The brain is absolutely right. With no women in one's heart, one's blade becomes divine.]

[Leg: I'd rather spend the time I'd use for chasing girls on training.]

[Mouth: What? You've said all the good things? What's wrong with women? Can't the Master enjoy himself?]

[Sharingan: It's just a woman, is it worth discussing? Hand her over to me, Master, and I'll return you a docile and obedient maid.]

As expected, you're the sensible one, Sharingan. We'll do as you say.

Uchiha Yang finally nodded in relief upon hearing this; it seemed the Sharingan was the only one with any sense.

As for the other five major attributes, they didn't show any reaction at all, not even taking the time to pop up; they were all caught in an internal arms race, striving for the day the Master would finally have a use for them.

Upon returning to the courtyard, Uchiha Yang immediately ordered Xia Lian to tidy up the basement; after all, the captive was a princess of the Uzumaki Clan, so it couldn't be too shabby.

He simply prepared an Iron Cross for Uzumaki Mito, letting her experience the warmth of home.

As for a bed or anything of the sort, Uzumaki Mito was not yet worthy of such things.

Uchiha Yang was not a man who cherished the fairer sex; to him, women were of no consequence at this moment.

With the deterrent power of the Uchiha Clan, he could have any woman he wanted.

Uzumaki Mito, her chakra sealed and her head covered by a black cloth, was escorted into Uchiha Yang's basement by two elite Uchiha jonin.

Because the basement had not seen sunlight for years, it was rather dark and damp, but once torches were lit around the room, a sliver of light finally filled the space.

Uzumaki Mito only felt herself being bound, and then the black cloth over her head was suddenly ripped away.

After Uchiha Yang removed the black cloth from Uzumaki Mito's head, he gave an order to Xia Lian beside him.

"Go wash her face. Let me see just how beautiful Senju Hashirama's fiancée really is."