The next day.
At the dining table in Nami's home.
The atmosphere was quiet and subtly awkward.
Breakfast, prepared by Nami's mother, was laid out on the table.
Genya ate with his usual composure, as though he had simply spent an ordinary night there.
Whenever he looked up, he caught the slightly evasive gaze of Nami's mother across from him, the tips of her ears flushed red.
Beside him, Nami tried to remain calm, but traces of lingering passion still showed around her eyes, along with faint red marks on her neck.
Nami's mother did not dare look Genya in the eye. She kept her head lowered, occasionally serving her daughter some food and asking whether the meal suited his taste.
Her voice was tense.
Nami took small bites, her cheeks lightly flushed. Only when Genya looked her way did she lift her head to steal a quick glance at him.
An unspoken understanding hung in the air.
Genya naturally sensed it, but had no intention of pointing it out or dwelling on it.
He soon finished his breakfast, set down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and nodded politely to Nami's mother.
"Thank you for the meal, ma'am. Breakfast was delicious."
Then he turned to Nami.
"Nami, don't you have to go to the Konoha Military Police Force today? Don't be late. I'll head out first. I still have a few things to take care of."
Nami nodded and answered softly.
"All right. Take care."
Genya gave them both a slight nod, then turned and left Nami's home.
Deep underground beneath the Uchiha Clan Compound, in a hidden chamber.
Multiple barriers and seals covered the place, with powerful Uchiha Ninja taking turns guarding it.
The depths of the chamber were cold and damp, lit only by the