After the great war ended, Konoha lazed about like a cat dozing in the sun beneath the eaves.
Uchiha Shinichi felt that he was that very cat.
He lay sprawled beneath the veranda roof in his courtyard, a stalk of foxtail grass between his lips and his eyes half closed,
turning the term "postwar syndrome" into a philosophy of life called "never sit when you can lie down."
The world was at peace, the bad guys had been driven off, and even the sky had been patched up.
His only concern now was whether to persuade Tsunade to make pork cutlet rice or tonkotsu ramen for lunch.
"Shinichi."
Tsunade's voice came from inside the house.
"Hmm?" Shinichi answered indistinctly, without even lifting his eyelids.
"Come here a moment. There's a medical research topic I need your cooperation with."
"No."
Shinichi answered instantly,
"Go find Orochimaru for medical research. He's more qualified than I am. I'm a wounded man who needs quiet rest. Any activity requiring the use of my cerebral cortex constitutes abuse of a war hero."
Footsteps drew closer.
A pair of beautifully shaped feet in shinobi sandals stopped in front of him.
Shinichi still did not open his eyes. He merely raised a hand lazily and gave her smooth calf a squeeze, neither too light nor too hard. That felt amazing...!!
"I said no. Stop interrupting my photosynthesis..."
"According to my clinical observations,"
Tsunade said, her voice carrying the unchallengeable calm particular to a Medical Ninja,
"After that overload of 'Divine Authority,' your cellular activity and the vital essence of your chakra have both reached unprecedented peaks."
She paused and crouched down, fixing her beautiful brown eyes on him.
"Simply put, you're currently an incredibly fertile... 'field,' freshly tilled and thoroughly fertilized."
The stalk of foxtail grass fell