Hand-Seal-Less Water Release Is Great—He Had to Learn It

After visiting the swaddled child in the nursery for a while, Yayoi stopped disturbing him so as not to wake him.

Most of the time, Aoi and Rinko were now the ones caring for the baby. They had temporarily set aside their miscellaneous duties at the Tenshu Tower and devoted themselves to staying in the inner court and looking after the child.

As concubines and also Kicho's attendants, this was a responsibility and duty they naturally bore.

In order to care for the child properly, they had even undergone special training some time ago. As the mother, Kicho also came by frequently to visit and care for him. The child would surely grow up healthy.

As for the child's physical condition, Yayoi had also taken some time to understand it more thoroughly.

He had not inherited Yayoi's special chakra, but his powerful, surging vitality had given him an exceptionally robust physique.

Although it was still only speculation, Yayoi was fairly certain that this child would grow into the type of ninja with an enormous amount of chakra.

Aside from his extraordinary body and vitality, the child would occasionally open his eyes after getting enough sleep, revealing a pair of pure white eyes.

Without a doubt, he had truly inherited the Hyuga Clan's Kekkei Genkai—the Byakugan—from Kicho.

I'm really looking forward to this child's future...

Leaving the nursery, Yayoi's heart was full of anticipation.

A vast amount of chakra, a powerful physique capable of perfectly accommodating immense chakra, and the Byakugan Kekkei Genkai—Yayoi could already foresee just how extraordinary the child's future achievements would be.

With this, the Land of Night's second generation would have no weaknesses.

When he reached the bedroom door, Yayoi paused before going in instead of entering immediately.

Come to think of it, because of the pregnancy, it had been nearly a year since he and Kicho had been intimate.

To replenish the vitality she had lost, Kicho had spent the more than half a month since giving birth recovering her body and forcefully restraining something.

Even without paying deliberate attention, Yayoi knew that Kicho had endured a great deal during this time.

But today, Kicho's body, which had been dry for nearly a year, would no longer have to endure.

In other words, tonight's work might be more exhausting than any previous night.

Still, loving his wife was a husband's duty. There was no reason to back down.

Yayoi took a deep breath, pushed open the bedroom door, and walked in.

The bedroom door closed softly. The windows and curtains inside were tightly shut as well, making the room seem like a sealed prison.

Only a few lamps remained lit, and they were spaced far apart, leaving the center of the room without its usual brightness and casting it in dimness.

A graceful, beautiful figure stood amid the darkness at the center, her vague silhouette emerging like a hazy play of light and shadow.

She wore a light purple kimono embroidered with beautiful patterns, neat and immaculate upon her body.

Her long, glossy black hair fell loosely over her back and shoulders, carrying an elegant, classical charm.

"My lord husband, you're here. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Come sit down."

"Okay."

Yayoi was slightly surprised, but he still walked over and sat across from Kicho.

A small table stood between them, covered with steaming dishes and a pot of fragrant sake.

Yayoi took a bite. It tasted different from the usual food, but it was equally delicious.

"Is it good?"

"Mm. Did you make this, Kicho?"

"I studied it a little. It didn't seem that difficult. Since you like it, eat some more, my lord husband."

Yayoi nodded and ate at an unhurried pace.

He truly had not eaten since returning, and he was indeed quite hungry.

Besides, the work ahead would consume a great deal of stamina. He could not do it on an empty stomach.

It had to be said, she really was a thoughtful wife.

"Kicho, aren't you eating?"

Seeing that Kicho had not moved, Yayoi asked.

"I've already eaten."

"I see..."

"My lord husband has been working outside all day, so you must be somewhat tired. I wonder whether I might have the honor of putting on a performance and adding a different sort of amusement for you?"

The corners of Kicho's lips lifted slightly, revealing a breathtaking smile.

"A different sort of amusement?"

"Hasn't your medical ninjutsu reached the point where you can use it without hand seals, my lord husband? I haven't completely wasted my time during this period either. I developed a ninjutsu."

"A ninjutsu?"

"Yes. A Hand-Seal-Less Water Release."

Her clothes were impeccably neat, and every smile and glance she gave off carried an air of noble elegance.

Yet for some reason, Yayoi sensed a trace of suppressed, hazy longing in Kicho's white eyes, moist as though touched by water.

A soft, seductive voice also slipped from her trembling lips.

Yayoi's mouth immediately went dry.

Kicho was simply too good at this.

The next afternoon.

Aoi and Rinko stood hesitantly outside the master bedroom door. They wanted to step forward and push it open, but whenever they thought of something, they could not help but hesitate.

Eighteen hours. A full eighteen hours.

Since six o'clock the previous evening, Yayoi and Kicho had remained in the master bedroom without taking a single step outside. The breakfast delivered that morning was still sitting at the door, completely untouched.

From the outside, the master bedroom looked as calm as usual, with nothing out of the ordinary.

But when they thought about how the two people inside had not emerged for nearly an entire day, the intensity of the battle within probably far exceeded their imagination. Its brutal severity was beyond words.

"After being in there for so long, Lady Kicho hasn't broken, has she?"

Aoi muttered softly.

"Probably not... right?"

Not only Rinko's face but even the tips of her ears had turned crimson.

The two could not help looking at each other, swallowing their saliva.

The general was really too reckless. Lady Kicho was such a delicate girl—how could he do this...

"Come in."

A calm, gentle voice came from the bedroom.

Aoi and Rinko immediately put away their wild thoughts and carefully pushed open the door before walking in.

The brutal battlefield they had imagined was nowhere to be seen. Everything in the bedroom, including the bedding, was arranged neatly without the slightest disorder.

Not far away, Yayoi and Kicho were both fully dressed, their clothes free of even a single wrinkle or impropriety.

Still, perhaps it was just an illusion, but they felt that General Yayoi's complexion seemed a little... pale?

As for Kicho... Aoi and Rinko were left staring in a daze.

She wore a white kimono decorated with red maple leaves, fitting her body perfectly as she stood there with poised elegance.

A rosy flush had spread across her jade-like face, making her radiant as though she were still savoring something.

Compared to before, there was still a trace of girlishness on her face, but the charm in her eyes and brows had become especially alluring and captivating.

When that gaze casually swept over them, Aoi and Rinko both felt as though they had been struck by lightning. Their bodies trembled, their mouths went dry, and their minds grew dazed.

At the same time, their hearts pounded... What exactly had Lady Kicho done during this time to blend innocence and seduction into such perfect temptation?

"Um, my lord husband, Lady Kicho, shall we bring the food over?"

In the end, Aoi was the first to recover and ask.

"Yes, please. Sorry to trouble you."

Upon hearing Yayoi's reply, Aoi and Rinko felt as though they had been pardoned. They quickly ran out.

"Oh my, those two were frightened."

Kicho could not help smiling as she watched the two flee in disarray.

"You're one to talk. If it weren't for you, I..."

"My lord husband doesn't like watching my Water Release? Even though last night..."

"I'm going to work. You can eat lunch by yourself."

Before Kicho could continue, Yayoi, like Aoi and Rinko, directly chose to flee.

Running away was shameful, but useful.

(I'm not afraid of you laughing, but I bought a car years ago and have never dared to drive it even once because I'm too timid.)