The seal floor pulsed.
Golden light spiraled out from the center, lines curving and branching like vines — each ending beneath a soft silk mat.
And on each mat lay one woman, her belly bare, her breath slow, her soul open.
Naruto stood at the center.
Bare.
Crowned in chakra.
Eyes soft.
Voice calm.
"Tonight… I don't fill your bodies."
"I connect your hearts."
They closed their eyes.
Hinata's fingers twitched as her womb warmed.Sakura's lips parted on a trembling sigh.Ino's back arched as the chakra began to tingle her breasts.
One by one, Naruto walked to them.
And pressed his palm to their bellies.
With each touch, a pulse.
Warm. Intimate.
Deeper than chakra.
He reached into them not to breed, but to bond.
Their children felt it.
And answered.
Aya gasped softly when the warmth spread between her thighs — not sexual, but sacred.
Karin moaned when her nipples tingled with chakra milk.
Tsunade's hands gripped his arms as she whispered, "They're glowing…"
And then he reached Mizuha, the newest.
She hadn't felt her child stir yet.
Until now.
His hand met her belly.
Her breath caught.
And for the first time… she felt the tiniest flutter inside.
She wept.
At the center, Naruto knelt.
The seal closed.
And the light rose — glowing ropes of chakra linking every belly… every heartbeat… every mother.
They breathed as one.
Moaned as one.
Came — softly, fully, without friction — as one.
Not from sex.
From being whole.
Their children heard him.
And accepted him.
And the Flame was no longer a man.
He was a father.