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Night fell.
Sasame and Tsunade lay on the grass.
The weather was clear, the starry sky shimmering brilliantly above them. A cool breeze swept in from the distance, dispelling the day's lingering heat.
Suddenly, Tsunade let out a soft laugh, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.
It had been so long since she'd felt this kind of peace—or spent such a leisurely day with someone else.
This feeling… isn't bad.
Just then, she tilted her head slightly and noticed Sasame's hand gripping hers, his fingers unconsciously giving a little squeeze.
Tsunade didn't mind.
But Sasame, ever the opportunist, didn't stop there—he began tracing light circles on her palm.
So soft…
The sensation was divine.
"What are you doing?"
Tsunade flipped her hand over, trapping his mischievous fingers. "Behave."
Seizing the chance, Sasame shifted closer, pressing against her side. "The stars aren't that interesting anyway."
"You're the one who wanted to come out here," Tsunade huffed. "Want me to throw you into the river?"
"Because they're not as pretty as you."
The cheesy line slipped out effortlessly.
Unused to such flattery (and lacking the internet's immunity to cringe), Tsunade's expression flickered.
Was I too harsh on him earlier?
Before she could reconsider, Sasame had already burrowed into her arms.
Tsunade sighed. Where did he even learn this stuff?
Her gaze drifted to his face.
After days of senjutsu training, his already handsome features had gained a sharper edge—a quiet, tempered maturity.
Something in her chest fluttered.
Before she could stop herself, she leaned down, pressing her lips to his in a fleeting, warm kiss.
Sasame froze, eyes snapping open—but it was over before he could react.
All he heard was:
"Go to sleep."
Sleep?!
How the hell am I supposed to sleep NOW?!
Sasame glared at her, indignant.
But Tsunade, the absolute menace, had already closed her eyes, feigning obliviousness.
The vacation ended.
Sasame returned to his usual training.
Back in Konoha, the tense, storm-laden atmosphere was impossible to ignore.
It's almost time.
He had no interest in the radical faction of the Uchiha.
In his eyes, recruiting Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Izumi would be far more valuable than the rest combined.
And if I can secure the clan's women and children too…
The future looks bright.
A week later.
Forest of Death.
"Hey, Hinata. I've got something for you."
As she emerged from her genjutsu training, Sasame held out a bracelet.
"I… I…"
Hinata's face burned crimson, her words dissolving into incoherent mumbles.
Wait, she's misunderstanding.
This wasn't just a bracelet—it was a Flying Thunder God marker.
After considering what she'd keep on her at all times, a bracelet seemed the perfect disguise.
Gently taking her wrist, Sasame slid it on. "Don't lose this, okay?"
Hinata nodded dizzily, too flustered to process his words.
Just agree! Agree to everything!
"How's Neji been lately?" Sasame asked, steering the conversation.
The question grounded her slightly.
"He's… sparred with me many times," she murmured. "But he always loses."
"That doesn't sound like you."
Sasame raised a brow. "You didn't go easy on him, did you?"
"No."
Hinata stared at her feet. "You told me not to… that he wouldn't respect me otherwise."
"Good girl."
Sasame grinned. "Wish I could've seen my Hinata in action."
"M-My Hinata?!"
Her brain short-circuited.
With a soft "Eep!", she fainted.
Sasame caught her, baffled.
I didn't even touch her this time!
Shaking his head, he scooped her up.
Thanks to the Flying Thunder God, getting her home was effortless.
In a blink, they were in her bedroom.
Rather than leave immediately, Sasame decided to wait until she woke.
Then—
Knock knock.
"Hinata? Are you asleep?"
Hyōga Rinka.
Sasame recognized the voice instantly. Without thinking, he ducked into the closet.
Hearing no response, Rinka slid the door open and spotted Hinata on the bed.
"This girl… didn't even take off her shoes?"
She shook her head, removing Hinata's outerwear and tucking her in before leaving.
Sasame exhaled in relief.
As he stepped out, he found Hinata awake—pretending to sleep earlier.
"Sasame… nii-san," she whispered, cheeks blazing as she burrowed deeper under the covers.
Gods, she's adorable.
Chanting "I am a good person" like a mantra, Sasame forced himself to retreat.
"Rest well."
He vanished before his resolve crumbled.
Hinata opened her mouth—then clenched her fists in frustration.
I forgot to tell him…
…to come to the academy in a few days!
Sasame didn't head home.
Now that he'd mastered the Flying Thunder God, he wasn't about to waste it.
With the Uchiha on the brink, he needed to plant markers—somewhere hidden, somewhere safe.
Just in case.
Under the cover of night, he slipped into the Uchiha compound.
At his current level, few could detect him.
Perched atop a power line, he pondered the ideal location—somewhere inconspicuous, somewhere no one would check.
If it's discovered, things could get messy.
Then it hit him.
Uchiha Izumi.
He disappeared.
Izumi's status within the Uchiha was marginal at best.
As the daughter of a mother who'd married outside the clan (Uchiha Hazuki), she and her mother had only returned after her father's death, adopting the Uchiha name.
Had Izumi not shown exceptional talent, their lives would've been far harder.
"Who's there?!"
Izumi bolted upright, her Sharingan flaring crimson.
Ever since the ambush by Orochimaru, her guard had been unshakable.
"It's me."
Sasame made no effort to conceal himself this time, allowing her to sense his presence.
"You… What do you want?"
She hesitated, realizing she didn't even know his name.
"Give me your hand."
His tone was casual, but his eyes scrutinized her—a subtle test.
After a pause, Izumi rolled up her sleeve, exposing a slender, pale arm.
"Don't resist."
Sasame pressed his fingers to her skin, channeling chakra. Moments later, a delicate honeysuckle pattern bloomed across her wrist.
Each Flying Thunder God mark was unique to its caster—Tobirama's were intricate designs, Minato's were written formulae.
His? A flower.
"What is this?"
Izumi studied the mark, feeling no different.
"A lifeline."
Sasame smirked. "Use it, and I'll come to your rescue." He turned to leave. "But you'll owe me."
Just as he was about to teleport away, he paused.
Three familiar figures stood in the distance.
Uchiha Yashiro. Uchiha Inabi. Uchiha Tekka.
He knew them from the original timeline—potential sources of Fate Points.
Though the Uchiha had numbers, only a handful were noteworthy.
Naturally, Sasame kept tabs.
"Tekka, don't act recklessly."
Yashiro gripped his shoulder.
"You're scared?" Tekka snarled. "Shisui's gone missing—and Sarutobi Seinosuke just happens to have Wood Release? The Third's behind this!"
"That's the Hokage's son," Yashiro hissed. "Question him if you must, but no killing."
"He's on a mission tonight. We can intercept him in the Forest of Death," Inabi cut in. "We're running out of time. Let's move."
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