Compared to the blazing chaos on the moon, those still on Earth were quietly enjoying a peaceful night.
The white moonlight, as pure as snow, shone down gently on the Uchiha compound dotted with lights, adding a sense of serenity to the already tranquil scene.
In a small courtyard of Uchiha Osamu's residence, a few figures were seated around a fire. A steaming teapot bubbled on the flames. It should have been a calm moment for moonlight and tea, yet except for the smiling Uchiha Eimi, the others were all sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, deep in meditation.
"Huu~"
Uchiha Eimi rested her chin on her hands and blew gently on her fragrant tea. Her mature and charming face held a soft smile as she tilted her head and studied the meditating trio. Her long purple hair draped lazily over her bare, fair shoulders. With her eyes gleaming and her lips slightly pouting in anticipation, the purple diamond seal on her forehead glowed faintly in the firelight.
"Hehe~ Looks like these kids are about to succeed~"
Unnoticed by the others, Uchiha Eimi's black pupils gradually turned red with the rising flames, and three mysterious tomoe began to spin slowly. Through her Sharingan, she could clearly see the flow of chakra in Uchiha Osamu and the others. Smiling, she quietly made a bet with herself on who would win.
Little Osamu~ Mama believes in you!
She rooted for Osamu in her heart as she watched his trembling figure. After all, she had trained him in secret—wasn't it only fair that he came in first?
Just as her attention was fully focused on Osamu, an unexpected dark horse surged ahead.
"Huh? You're the first one to succeed?"
As the vast life force within Itama compressed, a purple diamond-shaped seal slowly formed on her fair forehead. The moment Uchiha Eimi sensed the Yin Seal's presence, her eyes filled with surprise. By all logic, Itama had the weakest chakra control—there was no reason she should've succeeded this fast.
After compressing all her excess life force into the seal, the cold and stunning Itama slowly opened her eyes, which sparkled with joy.
"Haa~ Thank you, Auntie Eimi."
Feeling the transformation within her body, the usually composed girl's smile practically reached the moon. Calming herself, she looked at Eimi with surprised eyes, noticing the scarlet glow of her Sharingan but saying nothing. She then stood and bowed deeply.
"If not for your dedicated guidance, Auntie Eimi, I never could've mastered this technique."
"Aiya~ We're all family, Itama-chan, no need to be so polite. You'll make Auntie angry~"
Uchiha Eimi pretended to be upset, puffing her rosy lips and putting her hands on her hips in a huffy yet adorable gesture.
"Hehe~"
Itama giggled sweetly, touching her soft hair, her voice filled with genuine happiness.
"Let me test this technique out!"
Seeing that Osamu and Hikaru were still meditating, the proud Itama was eager to show off. She formed seals and activated the Yin Seal.
Under her control, her life energy began to transform. Her body shrank rapidly, and soon her clothes fell to the ground, leaving her in a shiver from the chill. Looking up at Eimi, she exclaimed in a childlike voice:
"Wow~ You're so tall!"
"Eh? Even your voice changed?"
Before she could be more confused, Eimi wrapped a blanket around her now tiny body and teasingly tapped her on the forehead.
"Itama-chan, this form is a little scandalous, you know~"
"Ah!"
Only then did Itama realize she had reverted to a four- or five-year-old state—not just a transformation, but a complete reversion to her childhood.
"Pretty amazing, right? When I first learned it, I played all day like this~"
Uchiha Eimi chuckled at Itama's flustered expression. Hehe~ Now I've unlocked women of all ages—Gin is so lucky~
Apparently, Itama had made the same mistake she once had. The tiny girl formed seals again. This time, as her life force surged, she began to grow rapidly—at first normal, then developing, and finally overwhelming.
"Whoa! Why are they so big?!"
Gone was the little girl—now stood a beautiful woman with striking features and an exaggerated figure. Though still recognizable as Itama, she now radiated a seductive charm. Her full chest instantly outmatched even Eimi's, causing the older woman's smile to freeze.
As Itama curiously examined her grown-up body, her awestruck voice filled the courtyard. Eimi's expression darkened slightly.
"Itama-chan, no cheating now~"
Eimi narrowed her eyes. Her Sharingan flared ominously. The strange tone of her voice left the now-grown Itama completely confused.
"I didn't! I just followed the normal steps! Ugh… why are these so heavy?"
Although her figure at her usual age was impressive, this form was overwhelming. After the novelty faded, she began to frown, feeling they were more burden than blessing.
"Alright, alright, change back now. Auntie's heart can't take this."
Eimi raised her hand, signaling her to stop. If she wanted to admire herself, she could do it in front of a mirror later.
"Okay~"
Returning to her normal age and dressing properly, Itama sat beside Eimi and mimicked her chin-on-hands pose, waiting for the others.
"Haa~ Still not done?"
Soon, sleepiness crept in. Her eyelids fought each other, and she yawned as she lay on the table.
"You two better hurry up~"
Eimi's eyes were still red. She stared intently at the other two girls. Under the Sharingan, she could see they were both just one step away from success.
"Eh? It's happening!"
Suddenly, Itama—whose senses were sharper—felt a familiar chakra. She gasped and looked over to see purple seals blooming on Osamu and Hikaru's foreheads at nearly the same time. Their auras shifted completely.
"Hoo~ I won!" *2
Both girls opened their eyes with proud smirks, each believing they had come in first.
"Mother, who succeeded first?"
Osamu quickly glanced at Hikaru's forehead, her competitive nature sparked. She turned to Eimi and demanded a fair ruling.
"Lady Eimi, please answer truthfully and don't play favorites."
Hikaru, also competitive, added calmly.
"Well... you two succeeded almost at the exact same time. I honestly can't tell."
Eimi raised her hands in surrender. Honestly, what fun was there in fighting over second place?
"No way! There has to be a winner!"
The two girls protested at once. They had bet on the outcome, and someone had to win.
"Eh? Is second place that important?"
Trying not to laugh, Eimi scratched her face and asked with mock seriousness.
"Huh?!" *2
Now the two girls were confused. Second place?
"Hehe~ You two losers, I was the real winner!"
Finally done watching, Itama stepped forward triumphantly, hands on her hips and nose raised high.
"No way! How could a dummy like you be first?!"
Hikaru objected at once, eyes full of disbelief.
"Exactly. Itama-chan, wipe that fake seal off. Don't mess around."
Even Osamu, Itama's longtime friend, showed distrust in her tone.
Uh-oh~ bestie breakup incoming!
"It's true. Itama really was first."
Eventually, Eimi stepped in to confirm, ending the argument.
"Ugh!"
Hikaru gritted her teeth. How could she lose to that runt?
"Hoo~ Itama, did you figure out some trick?"
Compared to Hikaru, Osamu remained calm. She acknowledged the defeat and asked curiously.
"Eh, not really… it just felt really natural when I practiced. Like…"
Itama touched her chin. Her young yet maturing face showed uncertainty.
"Like what?"
Now both girls were curious.
"It felt like this jutsu was tailor-made for me. It flowed so smoothly."
Scratching her head, Itama gave a goofy smile. Everyone had to admit—the seal on her forehead really did suit her.
(End of Chapter)
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