Uchiha Hikaru's words shattered Obito's composure completely. He snapped.
From Obito's right shoulder, countless black branches erupted violently, spiraling and spreading without restraint. In the blink of an eye, most of Uchiha Hikaru's house was torn apart, reduced to rubble and chaos.
Without hesitation, Uchiha Hikaru grabbed Kakashi by the collar and leapt back. In his right hand, Sword manifested once again, and his Mangekyō Sharingan spun to life.
"Burn it all, —The Sword Fire!"
With a diagonal slash, Sword ignited in blue-white flames. As he swung, a twisted, rotating blade of azure fire surged forward, crashing into the oncoming mass of blackened wood.
The twisted Wood Release constructs were incinerated on contact.
Uchiha Hikaru exhaled sharply as he looked at the ruins of his once intact home. His temples throbbed, but he didn't dwell on it—it was just a house.
He casually tossed Kakashi to the ground.
Cold sweat slid down Kakashi's face. He was thankful he'd approached respectfully. If Hikaru had taken offense and attacked, he would've ended up crippled—or worse.
"Did Obito already flee?" Kakashi asked cautiously.
Retracting, Uchiha Hikaru turned without a word and started walking away.
"He left while I was switching eye techniques—and blew up my house on the way out. I'll deal with him next time. For now, go home. I need to find somewhere to sleep tonight."
Kakashi turned back to the shattered building. He mentally calculated the Hatake clan's remaining funds—still plenty. He decided he'd compensate Uchiha Hikaru with five hundred million ryo in the coming days so he could rebuild something better. Hikaru had given him far more than that in return.
He had even helped Kakashi come to terms with the truth about his father—but some things had to remain buried until the right moment.
Kakashi retied his forehead protector and walked off.
Land of Water – Hidden Base
The dim orange candlelight flickered against the stone walls. Deep inside the cavern, Obito leaned against the rock, gasping for breath.
His right arm had been severed—cut off by his own hand when Hashirama's cells ran wild.
"Black Zetsu… bring me a White Zetsu. Speed up Zetsu training immediately," Obito growled through clenched teeth.
Black Zetsu surfaced from the ground, eyeing Obito's condition in stunned silence.
"…Who did this to you? You're worse off than when you fought Minato Namikaze."
Tears mixed with blood continued to drip from Obito's right eye. He had overdrawn his chakra and eye power to escape—warping space directly from Konoha to this hideout.
Hashirama's cells could restore ocular power, but it would take time. Without an arm, his chakra flow had become disordered. His body trembled from internal chaos.
On top of that, emotional instability and constant pain gnawed at him. He had to focus his willpower to keep the Hashirama cells from consuming him again.
Obito raised his head and rasped in a hoarse voice:
"Uchiha Hikaru… he's awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan. He has two eye techniques: one blocks space, the other summons blue-white flames. My Wood Release and kamui Mode were both neutralized. Damn it!"
Fury surged through him. He slammed his fist into the rock wall behind him.
Black Zetsu hovered silently, before finally muttering:
"If you couldn't beat him… well, what if you'd just escaped like you did when you met Minato? Even if he can counter your techniques, there must be a limit. Why didn't you…"
He trailed off as he glanced at Obito's brutal injuries.
Obito's face twisted in rage. Why didn't I just run? His thoughts spiraled. Damn that bastard Hikaru. He manipulated me, played with my emotions—made me lose control! What a filthy, underhanded bastard!
Black Zetsu saw the ferocity rising in Obito's eyes and wisely fell silent. Without another word, he melted into the earth, heading toward Madara's old hideout to retrieve a White Zetsu to replace Obito's lost arm.
Konoha Village
Boom, boom, boom.
The loud knocking went unanswered for several seconds before a grumpy voice rang out from inside the apartment.
"Who the hell is it in the middle of the night? Waking me up from a dream—ugh, don't you know I'm not on any mission tonight? So annoying…"
The door swung open—and the light from inside illuminated the man standing outside.
Anko eyes blinked, and Anko's words stopped mid-sentence. Her hands, which had been clutching a khaki coat across her chest, relaxed slowly.
"Uh—haha. Hikaru? What are you doing here this late?"
Hikaru's eyes swept over her body under the warm glow. She wore only shorts, her bare thighs on display. The hem of her shirt just barely touched the top of her chest, and beneath it a white tank top clung to her skin.
"I ran into some trouble last night. Lost my place. Mind if I crash here for the night?" he asked calmly. "I brought you something too—a batch of special pills I had made by the Nara clan. Should help you recover."
He raised a box with his right hand and held it out.
Anko accepted it, tossed her coat onto the couch, and pulled Hikaru inside.
Hikaru flopped onto the sofa. Anko sat beside him and opened the container, retrieving a glossy, red pill wrapped in thin paper.
It looked different from standard military ration pills—larger and more refined. Suspicious, she gave it a cautious lick. Slightly sweet. Pleasant.
Without hesitation, she popped it into her mouth and swallowed.
Then, giving Hikaru a smirk, she flicked her tongue from the corner of her mouth—like a serpent tasting the air.
"Since you're staying here… you owe me. Waking me up in the middle of the night isn't free. That pill? That's just compensation."
Hikaru gave an exaggerated shrug, arms stretched on the backrest, the picture of mock innocence—like a cornered rabbit surrounded by a snake. But his eyes gleamed with something far more cunning.
"Don't worry. I came prepared."
Anko gave a satisfied hum and chewed thoughtfully. The pill had a firm texture, but the flavor was far better than normal rations—sweet, with a clean aftertaste.
Warmth spread through her stomach and radiated outward. She could feel even old injuries from past missions easing.
Hikaru observed quietly as she absorbed the effects. He leaned into the sofa and exhaled. Between training with Anko earlier and Obito's surprise attack, he was physically drained. Finally, he could rest.
After a few minutes, Anko felt her strength returning, her aches fading. Even lingering pain from older wounds was gone.
Hikaru reached out and gently touched her forehead.
Not bad. Definitely worth the cost to have these custom-made by the Nara clan.
But the peaceful moment didn't last.
Anko's eyes narrowed mischievously—her appetite for "compensation" clearly not satisfied.
Hikaru sighed in mock defeat. He'd expected this.
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T/L : Not related to Story from here
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As they moved towards the bedroom, Hikaru couldn't help but admire Anko's swaying hips and the way her dress hugged her curves. He knew he was about to experience something incredible.
The room was dimly lit, candles flickering across the walls, creating a sensual atmosphere. Anko guided him to the bed, their fingers intertwined as they walked. As soon as they reached the bed, she turned around and faced him, her eyes burning with desire. She slowly unzipped his pants, revealing his hardened cock which sprang free in an instant. She gently stroked it, her fingers leaving trails of pleasure on his sensitive skin.
Without further ado, she leaned in and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head while her slender hands gripped his shaft firmly. Hikaru moaned loudly, unable to believe the pleasure he was feeling. Anko took him deep into her mouth, her throat working up and down his length, eliciting more groans of pleasure from him. She teased him mercilessly, stopping just short of the edge before starting again, driving him wild with need.
As she continued to pleasure him, Hikaru carefully removed her dress, revealing her perfect body beneath. Her breasts were full and firm, with hard pink nipples that beckoned to be touched. He grabbed them gently, rolling them between his fingers, causing her to gasp and arch her back in response. Her panties soon followed, and he was met with the sight of her shaven pussy, glistening with arousal.
Hikaru couldn't contain himself any longer. He pushed Anko onto the bed and crawled on top of her, their bodies pressing together. He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips, and continued to explore her body with his hungry mouth. He nibbled on her earlobes, sucked on her neck, and teased her nipples with his tongue. Anko moaned loudly, her hips grinding against him, begging for more.
As he moved down to her pussy, he couldn't help but admire its beauty. It was perfectly shaped, with a small patch of hair above it that only added to its allure. He kissed and licked every inch of it, savoring the sweet taste of her arousal. His fingers found their way inside her, stretching her tight channel, and searching for her G-spot. She groaned loudly as he hit it, her body shuddering with pleasure.
Finally, he positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed inside, feeling her hot, wet walls grip him tightly. He began to thrust slowly, watching as she bit her lip in pleasure. He increased his pace, driving deeper and harder, feeling her walls squeeze around him. She met his thrusts with her hips, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Their moans filled the room, echoing off the walls, as they lost themselves in their passion. Their skin slapped together, creating a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. Hikaru reached around and pinched her nipples, causing her to cry out even louder. He knew he was close to cumming, and he pulled out, aiming his cock at her waiting mouth.
Anko opened her mouth eagerly, taking his cum in one smooth motion. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his. He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily. They lay there, their hearts racing, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat.
Anko then surprised him by straddling him, lowering herself onto his cock. She began to ride him slowly, her moans filling the room. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and he couldn't help but grab them, squeezing them tightly. She leaned forward, her weight on her hands, and looked into his eyes. The trust she placed in him was overwhelming.
He reached up and pinched her nipples, causing her to cry out again. She increased her pace, taking him deeper inside her with each thrust. Their skin slapped together, creating a rhythm that was almost painful in its intensity.
As they moved together, Hikaru reached around and rubbed her clit, feeling her walls clench around him. She cried out, her orgasm taking her by surprise. Her body convulsed around him, milking him for all he was worth. He could feel her cum on his fingers, and it only drove him further into madness.
Finally, he could hold back no longer. He grabbed her hips and thrust upwards into her, filling her with his seed. They moaned together as they reached their climax, their bodies shuddering in unison.
As they caught their breath, Anko rolled off him, their sweat mixing together on the sheets. She leaned in and kissed him tenderly, her lips soft against his.
"That was amazing," she whispered, her voice hoarse from passion.
"You're incredible," he replied, his voice thick with emotion.
They lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. The room was quiet, the only sound being their heavy breathing. As the candles burned down, they fell asleep in each other's arms, content and satisfied.