Your Wife and Children Are Mine to Raise

Seeing this, Takuya realized why Itachi had asked whether he was performing a comic dialogue routine. So this was where it had started.

After watching for a while, Takuya's gaze shifted toward the kitchen, where a lovely figure emerged carrying a steaming bowl.

Her long black hair was simply tied into a ponytail, smooth and lustrous like black silk. She wore a pink halter apron.

This kind of apron was secured by a strap around the neck and tied at the waist, protecting both the chest and back well.

Even the simple apron could not conceal her elegance. Her curves rose and fell like a masterpiece sculpted by nature, with fullness and slenderness combined in just the right measure, making her beauty impossible not to admire.

Her bare face was no less stunning than certain top-tier celebrities from his previous life.

Her brows were slender and curved like willow leaves, her eyes gentle, and every movement she made radiated grace and composure.

So this was Uchiha Fugaku's wife, Uchiha Mikoto.

No, from now on, she was his wife.

Takuya stared unblinkingly at Uchiha Mikoto as he thought to himself.

"Come eat."

Uchiha Mikoto noticed her husband staring at her from the corner of her eye, but she did not find it strange. She was long past the age of being shy, so she merely smiled and urged him to eat.

Takuya lowered his head and saw a classic bowl of Japanese curry rice. Beside it were two other bowls: one filled with onion-braised pork ribs, and the other with miso soup sprinkled with chopped scallions.

His attention was quickly drawn to the onion-braised pork ribs.

There was a whole, uncut onion in it.

The aroma was like a mischievous kitten, drilling straight into his nose.

After taking a bite, Takuya's eyes lit up. This tasted great. Really great.

Before long, he had wiped out the heaping bowl of curry rice, eaten the ribs, left behind an onion with one bite taken out of it, and finished every drop of the miso soup.

Full and satisfied, Takuya wore a pleased expression.

"There's still curry rice left. Want me to serve you some more?"

Uchiha Mikoto, who had remained silent throughout his meal and simply knelt on the tatami watching him with gentle eyes, finally spoke.

"No, I'm full."

Takuya waved his hand.

Uchiha Mikoto rose and began clearing the bowls and chopsticks from the table.

Soon, Uchiha Mikoto came out of the kitchen again, having removed her apron this time.

She moved with graceful steps and came behind Takuya.

The next second, Takuya felt Uchiha Mikoto's hands settle on his shoulders and begin massaging them.

Knowing that Uchiha Mikoto would surely ask what he had done today, Takuya closed his eyes and enjoyed her massage while organizing his words in his mind, waiting for her to ask.

But to his surprise, Uchiha Mikoto never asked.

With his eyes closed, memories of Fugaku and Mikoto's time together drifted through his mind. His heart relaxed. She truly was a peerlessly good and gentle woman.

Since Uchiha Mikoto would not ask, he took the initiative.

"Today, I led the clan in a coup."

When Uchiha Mikoto remained silent, he continued, "Everything went smoothly. After tonight, the village will probably belong to the Uchiha. I'll take office as the Fifth Hokage."

Then he added, "You don't need to worry about the tense relationship between the village and the Uchiha anymore. Things will only get better from now on."

"You've worked hard, Fugaku."

Uchiha Mikoto listened quietly. Though her husband spoke so lightly at this moment, she knew it had not been easy.

The Nine-Tails Uprising, the clan being suspected and suppressed, Sasuke's birth, Itachi's growth, the turmoil within the clan, the village's attitude...

Over the years, all that chaos had left Uchiha Fugaku, already burdened by mountain-like pressure, increasingly haggard.

As clan head, he had to maintain a cold and imposing demeanor every day. Over time, he smiled less and less.

As the person who shared his bed, she had silently watched it all.

Uchiha Mikoto massaged his temples, supporting him in silence with her gentle embrace.

Takuya was so comfortable that he was nearly asleep.

"Is Sasuke asleep?"

After a moment of silence, Takuya suddenly remembered that, besides his bargain-bin eldest son Uchiha Itachi, he also had a younger son, Sasuke.

"Mm, he just fell asleep. Even after getting into bed, he kept saying he wanted to wait for his brother to come home."

Uchiha Mikoto answered softly.

"No need to wait for him. He'll be back very late."

Light flickered in Takuya's eyes as he spoke.

"Alright."

Uchiha Mikoto nodded slightly.

"Get some rest. You've had a tiring day."

Takuya glanced at the time. It was exactly eleven at night.

Uchiha Mikoto ended the massage, then hurried off like a gust of wind to prepare his bathwater and clothes.

Takuya looked satisfied. "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?"

Then his dissatisfaction with Itachi deepened.

That unfilial brat!

If he had not transmigrated into Fugaku's body, then according to the original plot, would Uchiha Mikoto not have been driven to suicide by that rebellious son tonight?

Damn it, good thing he had transmigrated here!

That kid had been seriously brainwashed by Sarutobi Hiruzen. He had to find a way to set him straight.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome if Black Zetsu fooled him into getting dragged away.

"Fugaku, the bath is ready."

Uchiha Mikoto's warm voice came from nearby.

"Coming."

Takuya shook his head, cast those random thoughts aside, and got up to head for the bathroom.

After taking a wonderfully relaxing bath, he came out, picked up the cup on the table, and took a sip of water. Only then did he head upstairs. When he pushed open the bedroom door, Uchiha Mikoto was sitting on the edge of the bed in loose sleepwear, waiting for him.

Takuya felt his body grow a little hot and, as if possessed, locked the door.

Fugaku, go in peace. Your wife and children are mine to raise!

Takuya silently thought as he walked toward Uchiha Mikoto, after which tens of thousands of words were omitted...

The next day.

Takuya woke from his sleep to find that the beauty beside him was already gone. The curtains had been neatly tied back, and the morning sun poured in, filling the room with bright light.

He lingered in bed for a while, then remembered that he still had village matters to handle today. He climbed out of bed and went downstairs.

Uchiha Mikoto happened to be coming out of the kitchen carrying a fragrant bowl of noodles. Seeing Takuya come downstairs, she greeted him, "You're awake. I was just about to go wake you up. Go wash your face and brush your teeth, then come have breakfast."

Uchiha Mikoto's cheeks were rosy and glowing. Last night's watering had made her seem as though she had regained a second spring, and the sight stirred Takuya somewhat.

Uchiha Mikoto noticed her husband's burning gaze. Remembering all those strange positions from last night, her legs went a little weak as well. She reproachfully patted Takuya's arm. "Go wash up and eat."

Takuya shrugged and headed toward the bathroom. He saw seven-year-old Sasuke kneeling at the table, eating noodles while watching television.

Sasuke noticed him then and greeted him somewhat stiffly, "Father."

Uchiha Fugaku had always worn a stern expression around his younger son and had rarely offered him praise. So Takuya was not surprised that Sasuke seemed somewhat restrained; according to Uchiha Fugaku's memories, this was the usual state of affairs whenever the father and son were together.