Comforting His Wife

While Feng was thinking about the happy outcome for everyone, Uchiha Mikio suddenly spoke again.

"Feng, that little girl was right beside us the whole time. I'll erase her memories so we don't get exposed."

He looked toward Feng's wife, Daimyo Aiko Hamuro, who had been quietly reading in the corner, and started walking toward her as he spoke.

"No need. Using genjutsu to erase memories can easily turn someone into an idiot.

Aiko is my wife. She's on my side, and I trust that she won't go spreading this around."

However, Feng stopped Uchiha Mikio and tried to dissuade him. His words carried both a threat and reassurance.

Having heard the conversation between Feng and the other man all along, Aiko Hamuro buried her head in her book. Her exposed body trembled nonstop, and a faint voice emerged.

"I... I... am very obedient. I... won't... tell anyone. Don't... don't turn me into an idiot.

I... am Mr. Sekito's wife. Of course I'm... I'm on Mr. Sekito's side."

Her voice was choked with tears, halting and stumbling, full of fear and nervousness.

The name she used for Feng was the one he had always used publicly. Yet despite Feng having revealed his real name while speaking with Uchiha Mikio just now, she had forgotten it in her terror.

Feng smiled when he heard that and said to Uchiha Mikio, "Senior, go back and rest first. Think carefully about where the Uzumaki Mask Hall is, so we don't take the long way when it's time to go."

Uchiha Mikio understood that Feng was sending him away. Taking the hint, he used the Body Flicker Technique and left.

After Uchiha Mikio left, Feng casually walked over and sat beside his wife, Aiko Hamuro.

Looking at this little girl who had only just turned fifteen and whom he himself had arranged to marry him as a tool, he felt a trace of guilt.

Though marrying at this age was perfectly normal in the Ninja World, Feng was not originally from this world.

With one hand, he gently pulled her into his arms, while his other hand slowly stroked her back.

"All right, all right. Don't cry. Don't be scared. Senior Mikio was just joking.

Aiko is so cute. Who could bear to turn Aiko into an idiot?

And I'm here. I'll protect Aiko. Whoever dares bully Aiko, I'll beat them up."

Feng gently comforted Aiko.

Though Feng himself was also the chief culprit behind Aiko Hamuro's current state.

Still, without Feng, given how unloved she had been in the Daimyo's household, her future would not have been much better than this.

Most likely, she would have been married off to some promising samurai for an alliance and lived the ordinary life of a samurai family in the Ninja World—either an unremarkable, peaceful life, or a difficult existence as a samurai's widow.

Therefore, Feng felt no guilt over changing Aiko's future.

After all, the future he gave Aiko might not have been what she wanted, but it was certainly better than the future she would otherwise have had.

If Feng could let go of the moral values from his previous life, then by the standards of the Ninja World, he would not even need to feel guilty.

He could have enjoyed and accepted everything he had now with a clear conscience.

But Feng was proud of being a child of China before his transmigration. How could he possibly cast aside the values and moral understanding his homeland had instilled in him?

So, he could only honestly comfort Aiko Hamuro, who was already his wife, while carrying that sense of guilt.

At first, faced with Feng's comfort, Aiko Hamuro froze. She remained stiff and did not dare make any movement, simply allowing Feng to stroke her.

After quite a while, Aiko, whose body had gone numb from staying rigid for so long, finally moved.

She gently held one of Feng's hands with both of hers, leaned against him, and buried her head deeply in his chest.

In a soft voice, she asked, "Will you... really protect Aiko? Will you always protect Aiko?"

She was a girl whose mother had died early, whose father had never cared about her, who had never been loved or cherished, and who had often been bullied by her siblings while growing up.

With no one to teach her, Aiko Hamuro was not very clever. Having long suppressed herself, denied herself, and shut away her emotions, she also did not know how to get along with others.

But she was not stupid. She could tell right from wrong.

It was simply that those who grew up starved of affection could easily offer their whole hearts in return for the smallest bit of care.

What Feng was doing now was precisely the work of a despicable man who traded tiny scraps of affection for someone else's wholehearted devotion.

And Aiko Hamuro clearly had the potential to fall for him.

Of course, Aiko had not fallen for him because of these few words. From the time she married Feng until now, over the past few months, she had not been bullied and had instead been continuously cared for and respected by him. Gradually, she came to believe that Feng had saved her and began relying on him.

Now that she had once again fallen into fear and panic, only to be comforted by Feng again, she finally regarded him as the only light in her life and tied her whole heart to him.

Naturally, Feng struck while the iron was hot and continued soothing her.

"As long as Aiko behaves herself and can be a good wife, I'll always protect Aiko."

Hearing that, Aiko hugged him tighter and buried her head even deeper. She nodded slightly. "Mm. Aiko will definitely be a good wife and obediently listen to Sekito."

"Mm, I believe in Aiko." Feng smiled softly.

Late at night, after coaxing the increasingly clingy Aiko to sleep, Feng went alone to a secret chamber within the Daimyo Palace.

Tiger—Snake—Dog—Dragon. After Feng completed the hand seals, he brought his hands together and called out softly:

"Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu, summon."

Two coffins slowly rose from the floor of the secret chamber. Inside lay Kushina Uzumaki and Tobirama Senju, both in their Impure World Reincarnation state but not yet awakened.

Feng took out his only remaining Copy Card and erased the Flying Thunder God Technique — Tobirama Senju Version that had originally been copied onto it.

Once the Copy Card had become blank again, he placed it on Tobirama Senju's unawakened Impure World Reincarnation body and mentally simulated the copy—Dead Demon Consuming Seal.

...A moment later.

Looking at the still-blank Copy Card, Feng understood that this time, the result had not gone as he wished.

Tobirama Senju had never learned the Dead Demon Consuming Seal...

Deeply disappointed, Feng placed the Copy Card onto Kushina Uzumaki instead. This time, as expected, it successfully copied the Dead Demon Consuming Seal.

But for Feng, having Kushina use the Dead Demon Consuming Seal was not a good choice.

After all, if Kushina used the Dead Demon Consuming Seal to release the Yin Nine-Tails, who would seal the Nine-Tails into Feng's body?

Was he supposed to count on Tobirama Senju??

Feng had not reached the point of utter desperation or lost his mind yet.

So, the matter of sealing the Nine-Tails would have to be postponed.

Though Feng was disappointed by this result, he was not too surprised. A new idea had already formed in his mind.

If Tobirama Senju did not know the Dead Demon Consuming Seal, then he could simply make him learn it.

With Kushina there to teach him, how could Tobirama Senju, a master of forbidden jutsu, fail to learn it!?

However, there was still one extremely serious problem: Feng had to find a way to further strengthen his control over those reincarnated through the Impure World Reincarnation.

There was the example from the anime in his previous life, where Tobirama Senju had independently broken free of the Impure World Reincarnation's control. On top of that, there was Tobirama Senju's attitude toward the Uchiha.

Without absolute certainty, Feng would not dare release Tobirama Senju.

After casually changing the Copy Card's jutsu back to the Flying Thunder God Technique — Tobirama Senju Version, Feng turned and returned to his room to sleep.

Improving the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu was not something that could be resolved overnight, and he had plenty of time.

At the very least, there was no urgent need before the Uchiha clan massacre.