The word “Lady” fell into Uchiha Mikoto’s ears, and the fair skin of her neck visibly flushed crimson, like a rosy glow suddenly spreading across a snowfield.
Although she was a gentle young woman who had never experienced intimacy, she was also a decisive kunoichi accustomed to killing.
Naturally, she lacked the delicate coyness of an ordinary girl.
The Uchiha’s boldness in love and hatred was almost perfectly embodied in Mikoto.
She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the pounding of her heart, and raised her still-flushed face.
A light of unwillingness to lose flickered in her clear eyes.
Meeting Uchiha Anlan’s smiling gaze, she spoke in a crisp voice.
“Even if you hadn’t brought it up, I would have made you teach me!”
“Your ninjutsu, genjutsu, taijutsu, dōjutsu… Everything about you, I want to learn it all.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a hint of slyness flashed through her eyes, and the corners of her lips lifted.
“Then I’ll defeat you and see what you’ll do~”
“Lady Mikoto really is greedy.”
Anlan chuckled softly as his arm naturally slipped around her slender waist.
Through her close-fitting combat uniform, his palm could clearly feel the firm yet supple contours beneath the fabric.
Her waist, sculpted by years of training, had not the slightest trace of excess flesh.
Now slightly tense, it formed an astonishingly graceful curve beneath his palm.
The intimate gesture made Mikoto’s breathing catch.
Even through their combat uniforms, she could feel the warmth and strength of his palm.
Her slender waist seemed almost too small to encircle within his arm, and the curves of their bodies fit together perfectly, revealing the softness and femininity that was usually concealed beneath the demands of battle.
Mikoto bit her lower lip, her eyes rippling with emotion.
The reproachful words reached her lips, only to turn into a soft hum of coy resistance.
This place was the secluded spot where the young couple secretly met.
Back when they were still meeting in secret, they would even have Uchiha Yashiro or Uchiha Hazuki stand guard for them.
Now that their relationship had been made public, much of the trouble of their “secret dealings” had been eliminated.
At the very least, the two “sentries” who had been force-fed plenty of affection could finally retire honorably from their secret missions.
After their brief moment of intimacy, Anlan’s hand naturally moved downward and gently took Mikoto’s hand, leading her toward the shade of a tree nearby, where they could rest.
“During our spar just now, there was the Phoenix Flower Claw Red Technique, which was modified from the Phoenix Sage Fire Technique, as well as the Uchiha Style: Wind-Wielding Swordsmanship, which incorporates breathing techniques.” This chapter was taken from novelping . com without permission.
He briefly explained the techniques they had just exchanged, his tone serious.
“These techniques can be learned by ordinary shinobi as long as they put in enough effort. For us, with the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, learning them isn’t difficult. And you’ve already mastered them proficiently.”
“So, what I’m going to teach you is a Uchiha secret technique that outsiders could never learn—one I created myself.”
The Sharingan possessed three basic abilities—observation, copying, and hypnosis.
In a world where the supernatural power level was not particularly high, it could practically be treated as a cheat ability.
And if you tossed it into the sort of trashy romance novels that everyone loved, it would be an all-conquering divine weapon.
Its wielder possessed extraordinary insight, could observe the flow of chakra, cast and see through genjutsu, and copy taijutsu and ninjutsu that did not involve kekkei genkai.
The B-rank Phoenix Flower Claw Red Technique, evolved from the C-rank Phoenix Sage Fire Technique, was no exception.
Even the Wind Breathing that Anlan had obtained from the azure-white stone gate, originating from another world—the Demon Slayer world—and belonging to one of the five fundamental Breathing Styles of the Demon Slayer Corps—
Even the Wind-Wielding Swordsmanship he had created by successfully integrating it into the chakra system, making it superior to the Uchiha Style: Sword Leap Flame—
Its foundation and movements could not escape the Sharingan’s observation and replication.
“What Sharingan secret technique? Look at how proud you are of yourself.”
Under the shade of the tree, Mikoto bent down and opened the picnic box, taking out the breakfast she had carefully prepared one item at a time.
Listening to Anlan’s confident words, the girl’s eyes unconsciously curved into happy crescents.
She handed a portion to him.
“It’s still early. Don’t rush to teach me. Let’s fill our stomachs first.”
Mikoto ate in small bites, but her gaze constantly fell upon Anlan.
Seeing him eating heartily, she felt completely satisfied.
From time to time, she refilled his juice and handed him a handkerchief.
Anlan accepted it naturally, occasionally raising his eyes to exchange a smile with her.
The morning light was faint, and the shadows of the trees swayed gently.
This pair of human lovers had finally turned their childhood friendship into a lifelong relationship.
Not far away, however, another pair was in a completely different situation.
“Ah Yan—how am I supposed to live without you?!”
A miserable howl tore through the tranquility of the morning, startling flocks of birds from the forest.
The round orange cat was seen clinging desperately to a tree trunk, tears and snot covering its face as its fleshy paws frantically clawed at the bark, as though it were experiencing the agony of a life-or-death separation.
Atop the tree, the silver tabby cat was elegantly curled up between the branches.
She lowered her emerald-like eyes and looked at the pathetic orange cat below, letting out a soft sigh.
“What is this supposed to be?!”
The genjutsu trapping Big Orange was precisely its deepest fear—the nightmare of being completely abandoned by Ah Yan.
Within the illusion, it was watching Ah Yan’s determined back as she walked away, farther and farther, no matter how desperately it chased after her, never able to touch her in the slightest.
“You can’t even break free from a simple genjutsu…”
Ah Yan raised her front paw and leisurely licked it.
“And you still dream of chasing after me?”
Her words were full of disdain, but her tail swayed unconsciously.
Her gaze never left the orange ball of fur beneath the tree, crying as though its heart were being torn apart.
Yet in her heart, she was thinking of the Two-Tails cat—the white moonlight she had never even met.
It could only be said that the female-oriented romance novel The Overbearing Young Master Falls in Love with Me had truly done irreparable harm to cats.
After finishing his meal, Anlan watched as Mikoto efficiently packed away the food container before obediently sitting before him in a posture of serious concentration.
A faint smile appeared in his eyes.
His expression became serious, and he spoke in a calm yet clear voice.
“What I’m going to teach you next is a technique developed through the ocular power of the Sharingan—’Spatial Leap.'”
“A space-time ninjutsu?”
Mikoto, who had originally assumed Anlan was going to explain the finer points of the Body Flicker Technique, suddenly widened her eyes, astonishment in her voice.
“Is it like… the Flying Thunder God Technique created by Tobirama Senju and later brought to greater prominence by Minato Namikaze—the true art of spatial transportation?”
Anlan raised an eyebrow and answered decisively.
“Yes. It’s a space-time ninjutsu that catches people off guard, and only we Uchihas can perform it by relying on the ocular power of the Sharingan!”
Across thousands of days and nights, Anlan had been fortunate enough to obtain, through the azure-white stone gate, a third-tier teleportation magic from the world of Overlord known as “Dimensional Move.”
It was a low-level magic on the same level as Fireball.
Only the caster himself could be transported with it, and it could not be used to travel particularly far.
Its purpose was simply to create distance from an opponent or facilitate escape.
Anlan, whose mutated Sharingan ocular power allowed him to learn and activate magic from another world, found learning it as easy as learning the Great Fireball Technique.
He then spent another two and a half years refining it.
Only recently had he finally transformed it into the standard Sharingan dōjutsu—Spatial Leap.
This would become yet another trump card of the Uchiha clan, a bloodline ninjutsu that could not be copied through the Sharingan alone.