Indeed, there is nothing more pleasing than when all moves in alignment to the Way...
The moon hung beautifully in the night sky, and two figures sat on a floating, circular, black-and-white yin-yang platform, drifting and obscured amidst the clouds. The platform was made of the same material as the signature chakra rods often used by those who wielded the Rinnegan.
The male figure sat on the yin within the yang, and the female figure sat on the yang within the yin. The clouds shrouded them from the sight of all below. Still, with their gazes, their eyes, bestowed with Byakugan, even high in the sky as they were, distances, they could see clearly, all that occurred below.
"The view really is different from above the clouds, Neji-ni-sama."
"It is, but," Zi Wuji lifted his hand. "When we are alone, call me by my Daoist Name, Zi Wuji."
Hinata's eyes widened. She nodded, tilting her head. "Then… Wuji-ni-sama?"
"That honorific is unneeded," Zi Wuji shook his head. "Shortly after I emerged from seclusion, after my baptism cleansed the impurities of my blood… my Shadow Clone used my powers to remake the nature of my blood, severing all connections. There is no relationship between myself and any member of the Hyūga Clan, or even between myself and any entity in existence."
In the Rain World, under normal circumstances, individuals were held back and tied by connections of blood. It was such that killing a person with the same blood was seen as a great karmic taboo. Contrarily, there were those who could use diabolical means and techniques to wipe out an entire family, simply by having blood from a member of that family.
Zi Wuji, however, would never allow such a hindrance to exist. Thus, with the power of the Tenseigan, the Reincarnation Wheel Eye, Wuji Zi, had, as he dispersed, made helpful changes to his body that would take effect after emerging from the Origin Blood Pool.
The Origin Blood Pool, upon elevating his bloodline to its roots and its purest origins, and with the aid of the Reincarnation Wheel Eye, detached him from any physical, spiritual, and karmic connection to any blood he had before.
The clone, Wuji Zi, had found it held too much attachment, holding fear of forgetting others, forgetting bonds, forgetting memories. Thus, before dispersing, it attained a final enlightenment and reverted everything to the Origin. Letting go and creating room for what was to come.
Thus, Zi Wuji's bloodline was so incredibly pure that it had no rivals, it had no equals, it had no ties. Such was why, when Hagoromo had called him Hamura, Zi Wuji had firmly, boldly, stated that he was not Hamura.
As shared no blood, he, Zi Wuji, was purely he! Zi Wuji!
Even if a person were to round up all the Hyūga and afflict them with a bloodline curse, seeking to harm him, Zi Wuji would only laugh at their wasted effort, as he would remain unaffected. Likewise, if one were to target the Ōtsutsuki with a Bloodline Curse, he would only sneer at any fool who hoped to harm him in the crossfire, because his blood was now its own self-contained entity.
Blood that had no father and no mother; no origins and no attachments.
Formless and traceless.
Hinata tested the name. "Wuji…sama."
"That is fine."
"Wuji-sama," she called again. "Wu-ji-sama…"
She practiced it more times, allowing it to roll off her tongue, as Zi Wuji chuckled in amusement.
"Wuji-sama… in handling Kumogakure… was I satisfactory?"
"You were," Zi Wuji acquiesced. "You did not lose me any face."
"Then," Hinata excitedly began, "Wuji-sama, a-about my… reward…?"
"Why do you think we are up here?"
Hinata breathed in quickly.
"Then… m-may I… undress, Wuji-sama?"
Zi Wuji smiled. "You may."
A peerless beauty, a name that had spread throughout the shinobi world, Hyūga Hinata, moved her hands to her kimono and slowly disrobed. Her fair, pristine skin, flawless across the lands, across the world, was revealed to the moonlight. The moon sucked its teeth in envy, and the air forgot to respire. The clouds around them rushed in all corners, gathering as if desperate to prevent the heavens from being beguiled and bewitched.
Her shoulders were revealed first, white as jade, flawless, and delicate. Then, her robes fell further, until her chest, wrapped, as it were, in white strips of cloth flowing with chakra, was revealed beneath. With a thought, the chakra flowing through the bindings ceased, and they snapped instantly, collapsing under the strain of the weight and glory of the peaks they held back.
Two symmetrical, perfectly balanced mounds, the size of watermelons, were exposed to midnight air. Larger than any would have dared suspect, larger than any could have dared imagine. Softer than freshly baked bread, more succulent than heated dumplings, they bounced lightly as they were unveiled, bobbing synchronously. A dizzying fragrance filled the air, morning dew and fresh rain, of orchids and lotus flowers.
The platform shrank, as did the distance between them. Zi Wuji's right hand outstretched, sinking lightly into her fleshy right mound. Indeed, as expected of one whose body is almost a True Yin Physique… the softness almost cannot be compared to feathers or pillows…
"W-Wuji-sama…"
Shy and demure, her face, the face to whom many would kill and die for, was flushed. Her cheeks were colored with the hue of blood and roses. At his touch, the peaks of her milk gates, which were revealed to the open air, slowly began to protrude, hardening and stiffening. The scent of arousal washed into Zi Wuji's nostrils, and he let out an appreciative hum.
Hmm… This is indeed nostalgic… but…
Zi Wuji's hand went between her legs, using two fingers, to touch just the undergarments guarding the entrance of her jade gate.
"Ahn! W-W-Wuji-sama, y-you…!"
He pulled his hand back, and a trail of glistening fluid followed it, shining under the moonlight. The fluid completely covered his index and middle fingers, such that it dripped down his wrist. Hinata caught sight of the fluids on his fingers, and her breathing rate intensified, and her entire body trembled as she lifted her hands to hide her face.
Sigh… some people are starving, but others are complaining of having too much to eat…
Zi Wuji mused, shaking his head.
She is far too aroused, and far too stimulated… if I were to use my usual techniques, would the pleasure not make her ascend directly?
I'll have to use Third Rate Methods and start slowly…
Zi Wuji lightly blew a soft breath on the stiffened mountains of her milk gates, a breath filled with Wind Chakra. The breath surrounded the stiffened mountains and caressed them with the gentleness of ink brushes.
"AHN! Wuji-sama! Wuji-sama!"
Hinata's back arched. A moan filled the heavens, her hands went away from her face, and wrapped around his neck with wanton abandon. Her eyes, already pale, rolled softly into the back of her head. Her hips jerked and twitched. The sound of liquid gushing forth filled Zi Wuji's ears.
Zi Wuji, even with his years of wisdom and experience, blinked in confusion.
What…? That was not…
At this rate, won't even Third Rate Methods make her soul flee from her body?
What is happening?
Zi Wuji was lost in thought. Hinata pressed against him, still shaking, when, as though lightning had struck within his head, a suspicion as to the answer came.
He suspected it was because he was well-versed in Dual Cultivation.
The Path of Dual Cultivation was a legitimate Dao amongst the Innumerable Daos. Profound and terrifying, there were techniques passed down from time immemorial, and the methods and practices were constantly being improved. A Third Rate Dual Cultivator, to a mortal who had no comprehension of such methods and means, would be seen as a Buddha of Pleasure.
It was no exaggeration to claim, using just their Third Rate Techniques, they could steal the hearts of countless mortal women, make such women slit the throats of their husbands, and sell the arms of their sons.
However, most Third Rate Dual Cultivators had no interest in pursuing mortal women.
Those who did were often sneered at and mocked by their fellows, considered to be the lowest of the low and the bottom of the barrel.
"You could not conquer your peers, so you went to practice skills on mortals? Have you no face?"
For in the eyes of most cultivators, with the exception of those rare one-in-a-million beauties, all other mortal women were trash. They were trash, not even worthy of grovelling under the shadow of the least beautiful Female Cultivator. Thus, if a Third Rate Dual Cultivator were to use their techniques on a mortal, it would be like using Dragon Saliva to water potatoes.
Who, indeed, would do such a thing?
Similarly, Zi Wuji had only ever been with Female Cultivators, who by virtue of being Cultivators, and having Qi flowing through them, had tempered minds and serene souls, greater willpower, stronger resistance, and required considerable skill to please.
It did not help that, as Long Gongji, a Heretic Cultivator, the vast majority of the female cultivators he targeted were top-tier, with extraordinary wills, a defiant air, potent Dao Hearts, and sturdy walls that needed to be broken through. In the early days, most of his conquests were won through charm, but as his reputation spread, he required his technique, the Flutter Forcing Finger Art, to gradually have them fully open their arms and spread their legs in submission.
His means and methods were developed to break through the walls of defiant, obstinate, prideful, and unenthused female cultivators. To use those methods on a chaste, pure, inexperienced mortal girl who was already incredibly eager and accommodating…
It was using a mountain to slap an ant.
This…
Zi Wuji lifted his index and middle fingers, still slick with fluids, as his thoughts came one after the other.
Truly, in misfortune there is fortune, and in fortune there is misfortune…
He was roughly eighty to ninety percent sure that it was as he suspected. However, to leave no room for doubt, he needed confirmation. He would have to test his techniques on different women with defiant attitudes. Fortunately, there was no shortage of such women, as Hinata had rounded up those she considered to be the most appealing women from what was previously Kumogakure no Sato and saved them for him.
The other women and kunoichi would be given as servants, wives, and concubines to the members of the Hyūga Clan, who would be resettled there so they would procreate rapidly and establish a stronger foothold within his Sect.
Kumo had once sought to make Hinata into a tool for propagating those with the Byakugan for itself, and now, its women would be used for propagating the Hyūga Clan.
"Hinata."
"Y-yes… Wuji-sama…?"
Finally recollecting herself from the force of her release, she let go of him, her milk gates swaying as she did. Bashful and red-faced, she opened her lips.
"F-f-f-forgive me, W-W-Wuji-sama… I-I-I-I… I—"
"You've regained that stuttering habit," Zi Wuji chuckled.
"It… it is because… of W-Wuji-sama's touch… and… and…"
"There is no need to explain," Zi Wuji shook his head. "But, I see now we will have to take things slow. There are still lessons I have to teach you. Let your mind be preoccupied with those, to reduce your agitated state."
"Ah…" She nodded, slowly. "If… if you insist… Wuji-sama."
There was visible reluctance on her face. Zi Wuji's lips twitched. Just a few touches, a light breath, she's already burning for more… ah… You are still too inexperienced. At this rate… becoming addicted is no longer a matter of if, but a matter of when…
Not even the most profound mind-calming technique or artifact could work against a mind that warred against itself. He could teach Hinata a technique to calm her thoughts and restrain her desire, but he would not do so, because such would be leading down a path of suppression, and that went contrary to his Way.
"Follow my gaze with your Byakugan, Hinata. Down below. Do you see it?"
There, down, a series of one hundred Shadow Clones moved and worked rapidly.
"The clones performing construction, Wuji-sama?"
Zi Wuji hummed. "Indeed. This is also a method of fūinjutsu."
Hinata blinked. "Fūinjutsu? The… construction?"
"Correct."
In the Rain World, Formation Apprentices seeking to study under a Master were often encouraged to first spend time studying architecture. The Dao of Formations was deep and profound, and the art of implementing them was innately connected to rigid structures that did not move, thus, to buildings and constructions.
Many Formation Masters were tasked to create protective formations for sects and families, and if one did not possess even fundamental knowledge of architecture, would they not lose face? If they were to disrupt the flow of qi and reduce the auspiciousness of the surroundings in their attempt to set up formations, would they not be called quacks and second-rate Formation Masters at best? Cursed at, and sworn at for their ineptitude?
"The upward sweep of eaves embodies the ideology of lightness," Zi Wuji said, his gaze sweeping over a series of pagodas. "These curves are designed with intent to guide auspicious energies, deflect malevolent forces, and calm disruptions in spirit. This effect is attained by visually lifting the roofline toward the heavens…"
With her thoughts no longer on the anticipatory pleasure, but instead, focus on wholly and completely absorbing the lesson he was teaching her, Zi Wuji manipulated the platform they were on, such that Hinata sat in the lotus position with her back pressed and nestled against his chest, and his breath, as he spoke, tickled her neck, and the back of her ear.
"Gates, terraces, and courtyards must be arranged to demonstrate social order. The more important the compound, the greater the number of gates required. Remember, each one should restrict access, and indicate a gradual progression from the inessential to the paramount…"
With her thoughts distracted by listening to his lecture, she had less time to go inwards, to be agitated and impatient, to yearn and thirst for his touch and his ministrations. Thus, when his hands moved softly to envelope her milk chambers, grabbing them by the handful, and kneading them like dough, there was a delayed reaction. Unlike before, she did not completely collapse in pleasure; instead, she only bit her lip softly, letting out harsh, frantic breaths.
"Are you paying attention, Hinata?" Zi Wuji hummed. "Remember, I'll be testing you on this later."
"Y-y-yes, Wuji-sama… the… gates… and… c-c-courtyards… must… have… order…?"
"Is that a question, or a statement?"
His hands moved towards the stiff, hardened mountain peaks, trailing in circles around the perfect plains surrounding them.
"I-It's… a s-statement…" she gasped. "A s-state… statement…"
"Good. The space one lives in must enact hierarchy," he continued. "A measly Outer Disciple must not be able to walk directly into the courtyard of an Elder, nor should an Elder be given direct access to the courtyard of an Ancestor. If one were to slap an intruder to death, the intruder must not be able to use the excuse that they did know it was the courtyard of an Important Figure they entered, because the architecture should make it clear…"
As his hands kneaded her chest, he allowed blood flow into his yang staff and pressed it firmly and stiffly against Hinata's soft, rotund peaches. Sitting behind her as she did, she felt it instantly, a thickness pressing against her rear cushions, and her back arched as though struck by lightning.
"As with all things under the heavens, attaining balance is key. The design balance exists along four axes: light and darkness, solidity and void, movement and stillness, and heaviness and lightness…"
"H-heaviness…!" Hinata squeaked. "L-Lightness… h-heaviness… l-light…ness… yes… Wuji-sama's is… heavy… solid… s-solid…"
"What is heavy? What is solid?"
"A-ah… no… the… eaves… the lessons… the balance…! B-Balance!"
Unlike Hinata, whose thoughts and words were muddled and scattered, he had no qualms providing the lecture on the intersection between formation theory and architectural principles, while continuing his fleshly ministry. Being a Formation Master but also once a Cultivator, having multiple trains of thought and being capable of multitasking on several things was a skill he had long mastered.
Indeed, as Long Gongji, a notorious Flower Picker, it was a life-saving necessity to be able to simultaneously study, unravel, and set down a formation as he plucked the flower of a Jade Beauty.
Abducting a female cultivator to use as a cauldron for his Yin Peculating Art was often a race against time. Enemies could be banging at his hidden cave, forcing him to keep track of the strength and might of how long he had before his formations were broken. This, he would be doing, even as long, slender legs were wrapped around his waist, and jade gates with the compactness of a needle's eye squeezed his little brother.
"There must be an interface between opposing and complementary elements. Do you see the overhanging eaves? Their goal is to create a shifting penumbrae across the stone and packed-earth courtyards. Window shutters with latticework must fracture incoming light into geometric patterns, such that when sunlight shines through, they provide a soul-nourishing scene…"
His left hand made like the Yellow River, flowing from west to east, his fingers moving and flitting from mountaintop to mountaintop, flicking, and twisting slowly, and lightly. His right hand conducted a pilgrimage to the South, starting from between the great valley, pausing to take a dip at the navel, before continuing further south, slipping between undergarments, to a microcosm of a Rain World; a land flooded, moist, and damp, such that his fingers received a heavy downpour on arrival.
"S-s-soul.. nourish—ING!"
Her legs, kept in the lotus position, did not close to ward off the hand that had come wandering south. Rather, they tried to open further, spread further, despite the discomfort such may bring, eagerly telling the traveler it was welcome to stay, and welcome to venture further, and venture deeper.
"Indeed. Remember, Hinata, all structures must be arranged to create deliberate transitions from illuminated courtyards into shaded halls," Zi Wuji said. "In doing so, one steps across a threshold, moving from yang luminosity into yin enclosure…"
His right hand, that traveler in the South, slipped, for the first time, into a frosty jade cavern. As though fireworks had been set off, Hinata's waist wildly bucked. Her raven hair was scattered all around her, her scattered all around her, sweat dripped down her forehead, freezing into teardrops as they departed her body. A terrifying chill emanated from her body, as wave upon wave of wild, unrestrained yin chakra was released.
The traveler in the cavern encountered a cloudburst and quickly retreated. Yet, the cavern's walls refused to let him go, surrounding him, pulling him inwards, deeper and deeper.
Left with no choice, the traveler left it to fate, going deeper, pushing further into the jade cavern, until—
"Wuji-sama, I — I'm… I'm—"
Hinata whimpered, biting her lip and curling her fists, as her hips gyrated, and she collapsed, sprawling against him. The traveler in the cavern fled, exiting the cavern, and ascending upwards. Her milk chambers heaved slowly and gently, and her eyes were white, yet unresponsive.
With the aid of his Byakugan, Zi Wuji saw how the vagus nerve fired, how her heart had stopped beating for a moment, how blood had rushed to pool in her lower body, drastically lowering her blood pressure and reducing all of that that was meant to be pumped to her brain.
Her consciousness had left her, but Zi Wuji was not surprised. Even as slowly as he could, even using a mere one-tenth, one-hundredth of his skill, such was simply too much for someone like Hinata to bear.
After all, the clone had not trained this aspect. The clone, Wuji Zi, had not touched Hinata at all, being a mere clone; thus, how could she have built up any resistance to his methods?
Zi Wuji's right hand, drenched with essence, moved slowly towards Hinata's mouth and went into them. Even bereft of consciousness, her mouth moved on instinct, eagerly, willingly, happily, her tongue licked the edges, and sucked the taste of her essence clean.
"It seems your reward will end here for now, Hinata."
With the vast means and powers at his disposal, Zi Wuji could awaken her and stimulate her soul, such that she would be ready to continue and keep going. However, such would not be good for her in the long term. With how little resistance she had, there was no doubt such a thing would utterly pervert her.
He enjoyed Hinata as she was. There was an appeal in her demureness and coquettishness towards him. He did not wish for her to become a pleasure-crazed addict, desperate for nothing more than to receive ministrations from him every minute and every day. Not only would it dull her senses, but such a thing could lead to no small number of twisted derangements and increase the likelihood of making flawed judgments.
For indeed, neither overindulging, nor suppressing—
That was his Way.
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Once again, Uzumaki Mito did not know whether to laugh or cry.
She had gone to sleep, comfortable and snug in a nightgown on her bed, only to awaken high above the clouds, hugging precariously onto a floating black pillar, the wind blowing harshly and roughly all around her. The cold air was cruel to her state of undress, her teeth hammering and chattering, and the high altitude was completely dizzying. Her first thought was that she had been abducted by enemies, but the thought was dismissed because no enemy would ever be able to bypass all the fūinjutsu protection seals within her clan, sneak into her room, carry her from her bed, and escape without raising any alarms or noise.
The fact that no alarms had been triggered meant that whoever had taken her was someone who had access to the Uzumaki Clan Compound and its security, and the list of individuals was incredibly small. Rather, there was only one person who could do such a thing, and who had motives and reason to play such a prank on her.
"How do you enjoy the view from amidst the clouds, woman?"
Standing on a platform in the air with an amused expression, both hands kept behind his back, Mito found Hyūga Neji, moving amidst the clouds. Also on that platform was Hyūga Hinata, that woman, but her robes were disheveled, her hair was in place, her face bore a blissful smile, and she seemed deep in some form of euphoric sleep.
"You… w-what is the meaning of this?! Why am I—"
"Think, woman. What does your instinct tell you?"
Woman.
His tone, the way he addressed her, the tone, the way he stood, there was no longer any doubt.
There could not be any doubt.
"You… it really is… you're him! You're—"
"Yes," he said.
The Zodiac Formation King.
Zi Wuji.
Truly, Mito did not know whether to laugh or cry.
The man she was betrothed to was the very person responsible for giving her a 'second chance' at life. The one to whom she had to thank for the opportunity to walk once more amongst the living. The one whose Fūinjutsu mastery was far beyond hers, and the one who declared he would make her… worthy.
With a casual motion, she flew into his arms. He held her in a bridal carry, his hands precariously placed in a position that would have given her cause to rebuke him, except how could she? This was the man to whom she was betrothed, and thus, the man to whom she was expected to wed. What was she to do, chastise her future husband for holding her inappropriately, when, sooner or later, she would be disrobing for him in their bridal chambers?
"What do you see, woman?"
"What?"
"Look. Below you."
Mito's gaze swept the scenery below. Her eyes shrank into pinpricks.
What is… this….?
While imperial mansions often employed reds, golds, and greens, and contained a majesty that could leave the inexperienced marveling, the scene below was not evocative of imperial, or even royal design.
Divine.
That term was the only thing she could use to ascribe it. The construction style was Divine. It was otherworldly, ethereal, unlike anything she had ever seen, anything she had ever thought possible, anything she had ever read of. The closest comparisons were descriptions, the esoteric texts of scholars who sought to describe what they believed would be the appearance of the Pure Land. The closest she could compare the scene to was the Rashomon Gates, which could be summoned, reportedly, from a realm entirely unlike their own.
The sight overwhelmed her. It made her feel small, minuscule, tiny, and made Konoha appear, in her eyes, as nothing more than a backwater, hick village, with people who knew nothing of elegance nor of construction. Except, they were right, Konoha was built, literally, by her deceased spouse, Hashirama, using his Wood Release. As a shinobi, his goals had been practicality, rather than aesthetics, and thus, Konoha could not truly have been considered as a place built with any concern for beauty, or its appreciation.
The village before her… no, the sect, before her, clearly was.
There was a choked feeling in Mito's throat.
It's… beautiful.
She lifted her gaze, slowly, to the man holding her, and his eyes held a faraway, almost distant look as he gazed down with her. It was a look Mito had seen many times, in the mirror, in her reflection.
The look of a person nostalgic for home.
Mito turned her gaze back down to the sights, pressing her lips tightly. If such were the sights one was accustomed to… if these were the streets one lived upon and saw day upon day, then there was nothing, nowhere, in this world, that one would ever look at and call beautiful.
"You… come from a different world."
Zi Wuji chuckled, "Must you still find the need to state the obvious?"
Mito was oddly at peace with that revelation. Somehow, that knowledge, that there were worlds beyond her own, was not as reality-shattering as she thought it would be. There had always been myths of the Rabbit Goddess from the moon, and the Uzumaki Clan had records that suggested it was possible that something was sealed up there, and whatever it was that was sealed was alien in origin.
Some of the Uzumaki Scholars once suspected that chakra, in and of itself, was alien in origin. Coming from worlds beyond theirs.
"Aside from myself, are there others who… know?"
"Itachi is aware. He realized it a long time ago," Zi Wuji said. "Hinata, I told. Anko learned it through her. I'll soon inform my disciples."
"You… you plan on returning. Returning to your world?"
"Twice again, that habit of asking the obvious," Zi Wuji chuckled. "Well, it is fine. Yes. I plan on returning."
Mito closed her eyes and let out a despondent smile.
"That is… unfortunate. The Konoha Clan Head Council was looking forward to our union."
"I did not say I'm leaving any time soon, foolish woman."
He knocked her head.
"Itai! You!"
Mito's cheeks burned with indignation. The man had knocked her head as if she were some... some... brat! Yet, she did not, and could not find it in her to curse or swear at him.
"When it is time to depart… everyone in Konoha would long become ancestors, worshipped and revered by descendants presenting incense at their graves."
Mito blinked. "You mean—"
"You will still become my wife."
"I thought I was unworthy to be your maid," she countered. "Let alone your wife?"
"You were."
I was…? Mito stared at him uncertainly. "And… am I worthy now?"
"Do you believe you are?"
Do I believe I am…?
She stared down at the glorious, Divine construction beneath her. She turned her glance to Hyūga Hinata, slumbering peacefully, whose beauty stoked a deep, primal, biological envy.
"...No."
"Then, you are worthy."
Mito's head shot up. "What?"
"Give up self-reflection, and you're soon enlightened. Give up self-definition, and you're soon apparent. Give up self-esteem, and you're soon perennial."
Zi Wuji mused.
"In seeing that you are unworthy… You become worthy."
"But to believe blindly that you are worthy… You remain ever unworthy."
"I… see."
"Do you?"
"No… not truly."
"I am not surprised. You have always been a dullard."
Those words which should have brought her ire, which once brought her ire, could only make her laugh. Because truly, indeed, who else, apart from this man, in this world, could ever look at Uzumaki Mito, and brazenly call her a dullard?
No, who could do so, and yet, be proven right, because compared to them, she was found wanting?
"On the surface, you will be my first and main wife, but in reality," Zi Wuji gestured. "Your position will be second to Hinata."
A soft stirring of something flitted in her chest at the sleeping woman. "Because she's more beautiful?"
"Because she is the only woman in this world who would sooner stop her own heart than betray me."
The admission gave Mito pause.
"I am not one to repay kindness with enmity, nor am I one to scorn years of faithful devotion, regardless of its origins. No matter what, for her loyalty, there can be none above her."
"I… see."
His hand lightly touched her head. Mito blinked as knowledge swarmed her mind. "I've transmitted some architectural concepts into your head. When you wake up, compile it together and submit it to the Council and Itachi."
His gaze swept over the landscape.
"If Konoha can reflect a fraction of the beauty of the world I came from…"
Zi Wuji smiled.
"Then I will not lose face when I call it my home."