After having dropped his sensei off, he would leave the premises, not trying to get caught in a compromising position. He had a girlfriend—you would not catch his dick inside anyone else.
Even if the hotter person was absolutely beautiful, he felt absolutely zero sexual feeling for his teacher. Like, nothing at all.
She was just that—his sensei. No need to complicate such things.
Anyway, no need to further complicate stuff. Seijuro had other things to do.
And thus...
POV change, next day.
"You're lucky I like peaceful things," Mikoto said, kicking her legs in the water.
They had finished sparring. She used medical ninjutsu to heal some of the cuts on her body—they weren't much, but still enough to raise eyebrows.
Jeez, couldn't he be more lenient on his girlfriend?
Though he always said he wanted to sharpen her skills, like jeez, didn't need to go that far.
Like come on, was really using Flying Raijin, alongside several A to S-rank ninjutsu, really the play?
Well, on a good note, she got to learn more about his fighting style. She also realized, when fighting him, it was better to fight with her Sharingan off rather than on.
Because when it was on, shit would be tragic. Since she could see even the faintest twitch of his muscles, she could get baited so easily by his Genjutsu—every single movement he made had a layer of illusion around it.
Like, even his breathing had such a layer, which, with her Dōjutsu activated, she could see them all. As in, if it wasn't active, she wouldn't see them.
Tldr, anyone with a Dōjutsu fighting him was quite cooked. He would practically overstimulate them to no end—and that shit was annoying. She didn't like it.
It felt very annoying, the fact that her Dōjutsu was acting up like this. Shit felt horrible.
Oh well.
He quickly went through handseals, and as he did so, the water began to change a bit. While sure, she had slid down into it, the water now reaching her neck, she felt a change—the water felt different. Something about it felt more alive.
"I summoned some of the liquid from Shikkotsu Forest," he said calmly.
"This water is filled to the brim with nature energy," he added quietly.
Good to know.
"So that's what it feels like," she questioned. The water felt off.
"Under normal circumstances, too much nature energy would turn you into a statue."
Oh... neat.
Though even with that info, she didn't feel worried in the slightest. She had full trust in him.
By this point, she knew him quite well. He wouldn't hurt her.
While sure, she wouldn't be too surprised if, you know, he burned out an entire village because they hurt someone he loved... or basically robbed and then blackmailed another nation using their own money to further blackmail them.
Slimy shit like that—she believed—he would do for a purpose. And so far, the only purpose she could think of would be weakening the five nations enough so that no war happened in their lifetime.
Hm, even though on paper, he was like an elite jōnin, quasi-Kage-level fighter, she believed that he had long since reached the level of a Kage. It was just a gut feeling. You see, depending on the situation, when she was near him, she felt quite safe.
And even back then, surrounded by jōnin... the way he carried himself—she had a sneaking suspicion that he had grasped the Kage level when he was crowned as a jōnin.
A sneaking suspicion that whatever his rank said he was, he was in fact like one or two ranks above that. As an academy student, he was actually Genin/Chūnin level.
As a Genin, he was Chūnin to Jōnin level.
So on and so forth.
"However, I've made some changes to it. This water should be filling you up with Yang energy, to help your body recover quickly," he said with quite a serious expression. A devious idea formed in her mind.
"Hm, you're quite greedy. You never seem to get enough of filling me up," she said with a teasing smile.
His cheeks flushed red, and just for a split second, he lost focus on the jutsu.
"Please... stop," he said, red as a tomato. Heheheh. Mikoto 1. She won this one.
He was so red, some might even say he was an Uzumaki with the way he was blushing. She was proud of her work. She alone could do that—she alone could make the Devil of Konoha blush.
"Fine," she said softly, enjoying the water. Seijuro, meanwhile, watched as the Yang chakra (Indra Chakra) continued to fortify her body.
Especially her eyes. Without her realizing, her bloodline was getting purified. She didn't even see it, but what seemed to be black liquid began leaving her body.
All imperfections were leaving her. The diluted Sharingan was being improved, getting closer and closer to what Indra had.
If he did this enough times for her... when she awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan, she would not go blind. Her MS wouldn't require an extra eyeball to become an EMS—she would spawn with an EMS.
As to why the fuck he knew so much about the Sharingan... are you for real asking that question after all the shit he had pulled over the years?