Mabui lay on the cold floor, her body aching and her heart ablaze with fury at Ryosuke's words. After everything he'd done to her—violating her in the most humiliating way—he had the audacity to suggest she should thank him? Her voice trembled with rage as she roared, "Thank you, my foot!"
Ryosuke seemed utterly unfazed by her anger, his expression calm and infuriatingly smug. "Weren't you enjoying yourself last night?" he teased. "Why turn on me now?"
Mabui's face flushed with shame. The memory of her body's involuntary reactions under his control was a fresh wound. It wasn't her choice—her body had betrayed her, responding to his manipulations despite her resistance. And now he had the gall to throw it in her face? The humiliation burned deeper than any physical pain.
Then a chilling realization hit her. Last night, this monster had violated her over twenty times. The sheer stamina was unnatural, almost inhuman. In the ninja world, endurance like that was unheard of. She'd never been with another man, but from what she'd heard, three times in a night was considered impressive. Her sister Samui had endured fifteen violations at the hands of a masked assailant—an ordeal that had left her broken. Could this be the same man?
Glaring at Ryosuke, Mabui's voice was sharp with accusation. "You bastard. You're the one who attacked my sister Samui, aren't you? The man in black?"
She hadn't initially suspected the Uchiha clan, but the pieces were falling into place. The Sharingan, the masked figure, the ruthless cruelty—it all pointed to this man.
Ryosuke's lips curled into a sly smile, as if amused by her deduction. "You figured it out," he said, his tone mocking. "Guess that deserves a reward—a kiss."
Mabui's blood boiled. She was still conscious, but her strength was drained, her chakra sealed. If she had even an ounce of energy left, she'd have bitten his lips off. This vile man had not only violated her sister but had now subjected her to the same torment—and worse, surpassing the number of times Samui had endured. The thought made her stomach churn. No wonder Samui had dreaded coming to the Leaf Village. This place was a nightmare, a den of monsters like Ryosuke.
Despair washed over her. She'd sworn to make him pay, to never forgive him, but what could she do? Trapped in the Uchiha stronghold, escape was a fantasy. Even if she made it back to the Cloud Village, what then? The last time, the Cloud had sent nearly its entire elite force to confront this man, only to be defeated and humiliated. Some, like her, had been taken captive. Ryosuke's power was overwhelming—facing him alone was a death sentence.
Could she just let this go? No. Absolutely not. The shame and violation were unbearable, but surrender wasn't an option. Then an idea sparked in her mind, grim but resolute. If she bore his child, as he so arrogantly assumed she would, that child would inherit his strength—the Uchiha bloodline. She could raise that child to hate its father, to become a weapon of vengeance. A child with the Sharingan could one day bring Ryosuke to his knees.
Ryosuke, meanwhile, was reveling in his triumph. The night with Mabui had been exhilarating, and the rewards from the mysterious "Multi-Child Blessing System" were tangible. His chakra reserves had surged, a boost equivalent to at least one card's worth—a significant increase that left him energized and eager for more. His thoughts briefly turned to his other captive, Yugito Nii, the Two-Tails Jinchuriki. He'd deal with her later, once he'd recovered. Her strength promised even greater rewards, but for now, Mabui was his focus. He wanted to break her, to mold her into submission.
There was a difference between the sisters, he mused. Samui and Mabui shared a similar allure, their bodies carrying a familiar intensity, yet each had a distinct flavor. Mabui's defiance, her fiery resistance, made her all the more enticing to conquer.
Meanwhile, in the shadowy depths of the Leaf Village's Root headquarters, Danzo sat in his office, his face a mask of barely contained fury. The report from his operatives, sent to retrieve the Two-Tails Jinchuriki from the Uchiha clan, still gnawed at him. The Uchiha had outright refused, dismissing his authority as an elder advisor. It was a slap in the face—an open declaration that they saw themselves as the true power in the Leaf Village.
The Uchiha and Senju clans had founded the village, true, but the Leaf belonged to all its people, not just one arrogant bloodline. Danzo saw the truth clearly: the Uchiha would never submit to the village's leadership. Their strength, already formidable, was growing unchecked. If they solidified their control over the Two-Tails Jinchuriki and harnessed the tailed beast's power, who could stand against them? The village would be at their mercy.
Worse, whispers of admiration for the Uchiha were spreading among the villagers. Danzo had worked tirelessly to tarnish their reputation, to isolate them by stoking tensions with other clans and villages. But their recent victories—led by that accursed Uchiha Ryosuke—were undoing his efforts. If this continued, rallying allies to suppress the Uchiha would become impossible. Their strength was too great, their reputation too formidable.
Danzo's mind churned. Confronting the Uchiha alone was no longer feasible. He needed an ally, someone whose interests aligned with his own in keeping the Uchiha in check. The Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, was the obvious choice. Neither wanted the Uchiha to dominate the village, threatening their authority.
With his decision made, Danzo headed to the Hokage's office.
Sarutobi Hiruzen's expression was grim as he faced Danzo, who sat stiffly on the office's worn sofa. "Weren't you supposed to be good at handling things outside the village?" the Hokage said, his voice laced with irritation. "How did you botch this so badly?"
The failed attempt to eliminate Uchiha Ryosuke had not only spared the man but had bolstered the Uchiha's reputation. Their victory over the Cloud Village's elite force had made them heroes in the eyes of many, a dangerous shift in the village's power dynamic.
Danzo's response was sharp, his own frustration boiling over. "Don't pin this on me! How was I supposed to know the Uchiha were this strong? They crushed an entire army of Cloud Village ninjas!"
He leaned forward, his one visible eye narrowing. "But this failure has exposed their true strength. The Uchiha are a threat to the Leaf's stability—a serious one."
Hiruzen frowned, his fingers tapping the desk. "You're not wrong. I never imagined they'd grown this powerful."
His own investigations had revealed the architect of the Uchiha's success: Uchiha Ryosuke. The man was a prodigy, surpassing even Shisui Uchiha in talent. Hiruzen couldn't help but draw chilling comparisons to the First Hokage or even Uchiha Madara in his prime. Ryosuke was no ordinary ninja—he was a force of nature, a genius who could rival legends.
And unlike Shisui, who had been malleable, loyal to the Will of Fire, Ryosuke was untamed. He didn't bend to the Hokage's authority, making him a dangerous wildcard. If only he could be controlled, he'd be a powerful asset. But as it stood, Ryosuke's strength and ambition threatened the delicate balance of the Leaf Village.
Hiruzen sighed, his gaze drifting to the window overlooking the village. The Uchiha's defiance, coupled with their capture of the Two-Tails, was pushing the Leaf toward a breaking point. War with the Cloud Village loomed, and internal divisions were widening. Danzo's proposal to suppress the Uchiha was tempting, but risky. A misstep could fracture the village irreparably.
For now, they needed a plan—not just to curb the Uchiha's power, but to uncover Ryosuke's true intentions. Was he acting alone, or was he part of a larger scheme? The masked figure from the Nine-Tails attack lingered in Hiruzen's mind, a shadow that connected past and present. The truth was out there, and they had to find it before the Uchiha's ambitions consumed the village.
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