Uzumaki Mito in a Little White Rabbit Outfit

[Shadow, you woke up at the same time as the others, didn't you?]

Uchiha Yang stared at Uzumaki Mito, who was being served by the little rabbits. Watching her being pulled over by Xia Lian, he couldn't help but think she was truly adorable when she was hopping about.

However, this shadow that had suddenly emerged dampened Uchiha Yang's interest in Uzumaki Mito; he was far more curious as to why the shadow had been asleep for so long.

[Shadow: Ahem, Master, I was just a bit sleepy. After I woke up with the others, I saw that you had no interest in power, so I figured you wouldn't need me for a while. I thought I'd take a nap, but it seems I overdid it.]

[If you overdid it, then you overdid it. Don't use me as an excuse.]

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Yang felt that he was being blamed for the situation, and he was immediately displeased.

Even if you are my shadow, you can't just slander me like that.

I just couldn't be bothered to work hard at cultivation; when did I ever say I had no interest in power?

[Brain: Shadow, can you detach yourself from the Master's body?]

[Shadow: You want to split up the moment I wake up? What kind of nonsense is this?]

[Sharingan: Brain probably wants you to detach from the Master's body to do things we can't.]

[Brain: Sharingan isn't entirely wrong. I also want to know if you can still maintain contact with us after detaching from the Master's body. This is very important.]

[Shadow: I'll give it a try.]

[Hey, hey, hey! Did you even ask for this Master's permission before messing around with my shadow?]

[Brain: Then, Master, may the shadow give it a try?]

[Fine.]

Only then did Uchiha Yang agree, satisfied. Even if it was just a formality, he had to let them know who was in charge.

The shadow detached from his body with ease, and Uchiha Yang felt no discomfort, so he set his mind at ease and beckoned to Uzumaki Mito.

"Crawl."

"Over."

"Here."

Each word struck at the bottom line of Uzumaki Mito's psychological defenses.

Uzumaki Mito mourned for herself in her heart, constantly reminding herself that this was for the sake of the Uzumaki Clan.

She had no choice but to endure it. Her chakra was currently sealed, and it would take a full day to undo it. Unfortunately, the members of the Uchiha Clan would come to inspect her in ten hours.

Thus, she knelt on the bed, slowly lifting her hands and feet, and crawled toward Uchiha Yang.

In this moment, Uzumaki Mito abandoned all her reserve and dignity.

Uchiha Yang found it quite interesting; this woman was truly deep, to be able to endure even this. He decided not to be polite—it would be a waste not to eat the meat delivered to his doorstep.

Throughout the night, Uchiha Yang only felt sore and aching; having to spread his favors among so many people was truly a test of stamina.

Uzumaki Mito didn't even know how she had survived such an absurd night.

Now, she only felt pain throughout her entire body, her bones feeling as if they had turned to jelly.

When Uchiha Izuna came to find him with the latest intelligence, he was shocked to see him looking as if he were on the verge of collapse.

"Cousin, what happened to you?"

Uchiha Izuna hurried to support him, fearing he might collapse right in front of him the next second.

"What are you supporting me for? Don't look at me like that!"

Uchiha Yang quickly pushed Izuna away; such behavior felt like he was mocking him for being incapable.

He was as strong as an ox; how could he possibly be incapable?

Uchiha Izuna immediately saw the maids emerging from his cousin's room and suddenly realized: his cousin had been living a wild nightlife last night.

"Master, please have some tea."

"Lord Izuna, this is your tea."

Xia Lian placed two cups of tea in front of them respectively.

"Speak, what business do you have coming to me?"

Uchiha Yang knew well that Izuna was not one to visit without a reason, so he picked up the tea and drank it.

The next second, Uchiha Yang frowned. He glanced down at the goji berries floating in the tea and casually moved the cup to his right.

He couldn't let Izuna see this. Xia Lian was really something—did he look like someone who needed to drink goji berry tea?

He had only mentioned in passing once that goji berries tasted alright.

"News has come from the New City side."

Uchiha Izuna's attention wasn't on the teacup; he happily took out the intelligence to share with him.

"According to the latest reports, Senju Tobirama is heavily wounded, Matsuda Masahiro and Yamada Miyashu are dead, and that fellow Shinjo Rana was severely injured but managed to escape at the critical moment."

"The Southwest Alliance was also dealt a heavy blow by a Senju Elder who brought a second wave of Senju ninja to their aid, and the New City has been retaken."

"That is the full report. The only things that make me happy are Senju Tobirama's heavy injuries and the fact that a large amount of wealth has fallen into our hands."

"The Uchiha Clan sits firmly in the driver's seat, having become the ultimate winner."

"Once this crisis facing the Senju Clan concludes, they will inevitably realize that it was the Uchiha Clan pulling the strings behind the scenes."

"Strengthen the vigilance along the defensive lines. I need one more month; there is a shipment I need our clansmen to test out on the battlefield."

Uchiha Yang couldn't help but take another large gulp of tea. He needed to replenish his energy; he constantly felt a sense of hunger in his body.

"What kind of shipment?" Uchiha Izuna, possessing a keen sense of smell, seemed to catch a whiff of something and hurriedly asked.

"A batch of munitions," Uchiha Yang said with a mysterious smile.

This batch of munitions included weapons and explosives, which were new types of armaments developed by his brain by combining the weapons of the ninja world with explosive tags.

As long as they made a name for themselves, they would definitely sell out and become a hit across the entire world.

"Cousin, you intend to sell these things? Isn't that just arming the enemy?"

Uchiha Izuna had never really paid attention to his cousin's business dealings. He hadn't expected them to be new types of weapons and explosives; such things should be equipped by the clan first.

"That's an outdated way of thinking. You need to broaden your perspective."

Uchiha Yang gestured earnestly with his thumb and index finger in front of him.

"The truly good stuff is never sold. What gets sold is always the obsolete stock. We use the money earned from those sales to research even newer weapons. It's a cycle—we make money while maintaining a lead over the others in terms of equipment."

"Doesn't that sound sweet?"

"Cousin, your way of thinking is truly light-years ahead of this era."

Uchiha Izuna had never imagined such a strategy existed. It was unheard of and unseen, and he couldn't help but marvel.

"Keep it low-key, keep it low-key."

Although the designs all came from his brain, his brain belonged to him, so the credit was his own. Uchiha Yang's mouth was practically curling up into a grin.

The Nine-Tails lay on the balcony, basking in the sun. It often wondered how Uchiha Yang actually grew stronger, as it never saw him training.

Furthermore, the Nine-Tails always felt that sometimes, when Uchiha Yang woke up in the dead of night, he was a completely different person.

Time flew by, and half a month passed.

Senju Hashirama had already completed the reorganization of his clan, using his "Talk-no-Jutsu" and Wood Release to convince all his clansmen to support his dream.

As for the Uchiha Clan, the culprits behind the heavy losses suffered by the Senju, the Senju leadership had been itching to cause trouble for them.

However, they were forcibly held back by Senju Hashirama.

If forbearance could make Uchiha Madara stop, he was willing to be the one to endure.