Honestly, if he could, Uchiha Yōrin wanted to experience what the "perfect world" inside Infinite Tsukuyomi was like.
And he couldn't help imagining other people's "perfect worlds," too.
For his harem, it'd probably be something like: they win every single inner-palace rivalry and get Yōrin's undivided attention.
For Kakashi… maybe it's having a hundred Jiraiyas cranking out manuscripts nonstop just for him to read.
And then there was Ōtsutsuki Kaguya. What did she want?
Surely it wasn't some "reverse-harem world," right?
While that thought was still bouncing around his head, Yōrin used Flying Thunder God to warp home. He threw on a new outfit—stylish, low-key luxury—then quickly fixed his hair.
He moved so fast, and his space-time technique was so seamless, that Kaguya didn't even realize he'd vanished for a moment.
Or rather: she only snapped back to attention when Yōrin spoke again—and when she did, she froze.
…Can a man really be that beautiful?
Everything about Uchiha Yōrin landed right on her "perfect taste" like a direct hit.
No—more accurately, his looks, his build, his presence, his style, his confidence, and that bottomless power… all of it shattered the upper limit of what Kaguya had ever imagined "male charm" could be.
Kaguya did have a weakness for appearances.
In the anime, there's that infamous scene where she gets hard-stunned by the Reverse Harem Technique—pure "control effect," a legendary crowd-control move strong enough to lock down a Six Paths-tier being.
But right now, Yōrin didn't need any tricks.
He just stood there, and the sheer impact of him—his existence—hit harder than that old "reverse harem" ever did.
When Kaguya first revived—when the seal finally broke—her first instinct should've been to acknowledge her "children."
Before she was sealed, she'd used her last strength to create Black Zetsu.
At the time, it was basically a desperate last thread—nothing more than a hope.
And yet… Black Zetsu had actually succeeded.
That wasn't just unlikely. It was absurd.
Sure, it took a long time—but for an Ōtsutsuki, "a long time" is still just time.
Black Zetsu himself didn't realize how close he'd come to the warmest reward in the world: the sincere, tender love of a mother—an acknowledgement of centuries upon centuries of suffering and effort.
But it didn't happen.
Because Kaguya's attention was completely captured by Uchiha Yōrin. She didn't even notice Black Zetsu. Not even a simple "Well done."
"Who… are you?"
She tried to keep her voice gentle as she asked him—while secretly regretting that she'd spoken at all.
She had only just returned. She should've had time to compose herself, to present her best, most regal self before a man like this.
Only then could she make a perfect first impression and let things… naturally develop.
Develop into what, exactly?
Kaguya didn't really understand.
She'd never been in love.
Still—she was certain it would be wonderful. Happy. Blissful.
Just imagining it made her grin to herself.
And then Yōrin shattered the fantasy with a single sentence:
"Princess Kaguya—my name is Uchiha Yōrin. I've come to make you my wife."
Kaguya blinked.
"...Things move this fast now?"
Had she been sealed so long she couldn't keep up with the times? People just… meet and jump straight to marriage?
While she was still stunned, Yōrin stepped closer, as if intending to pull her into his arms and move things forward without hesitation.
And to be fair—he was satisfied, too.
In canon the pale makeup and eerie eyes can look strange, but in a more natural "real-world" sense, Kaguya's beauty was absolutely top tier.
A cold, regal beauty with an intense edge—exactly the kind that made Yōrin's instincts flare up.
If he had to compare, she had that same "dangerously charming" vibe as Tsunade—but colder, more distant, more "untouchable" on the surface.
Which only made her more tempting.
So… do they "follow the proper steps," or just go straight for it?
Yōrin figured he'd already paid enough dues and fought enough battles; in his mind, that was the "process."
So he decided: enough waiting.
Black Zetsu was a problem, though.
A kid tagging along was a mood-killer. Go play somewhere else—don't interfere with grown-up business.
Black Zetsu: "???"
If Black Zetsu had a normal human face, he would've been making an expression so complicated it would've needed subtitles.
All he could do was shout, anxious and desperate:
"Mom, wait! No matter what you choose, think carefully—if you decide too quickly, you'll regret it!"
Yōrin's immediate thought was: See? Women with kids are complicated.
But Black Zetsu's words did their job—Kaguya snapped out of her flustered, starstruck haze.
"I am Ōtsutsuki Kaguya," she said coldly, "the Rabbit Goddess… the creator of this world."
(Which wasn't exactly true—but it sounded good, so she said it anyway.)
She lifted her chin. "Tell me your name, human. I find you… interesting. So I will grant you an opportunity: swear loyalty to me, and I shall bestow upon you honor… and happiness."
Her face was flushed, her voice strangely gentle.
If Black Zetsu had heard his mother saying this to a man like Yōrin in a normal situation, he probably would've short-circuited on the spot.
But now he wasn't worried.
Because he understood both of them.
They were both proud to the bone. Neither was the type to bend easily for the other.
So there was only one way this could go:
A fight.
A real one.
A decisive one.
After that, there would be a winner and a loser—and the "spell" of infatuation would break into something more grounded. Even if it hurt.
Black Zetsu already knew how this ended: Kaguya would lose.
But at least then she'd stop seeing Yōrin through a perfect, dreamy filter.
And maybe—just maybe—Black Zetsu could salvage things and negotiate a "better future" for his mother.
…Probably.
While Black Zetsu was spiraling through that thought, Yōrin smiled, calm and confident, and gave Kaguya his answer—the same answer he always gave people who thought they could command him:
"No."
"You've got an interesting offer," he said evenly, "but I refuse. Let me be clear: I am the ruler of this world, and the strongest man in it. I want you at my side—on my terms."
He looked her straight in the eye.
"The one who'll be granted 'honor and happiness' isn't me—it's you."
"So I'm waiting for your answer. Try to be quick about it."
Kaguya almost laughed.
Was the modern era filled with men this arrogant?
If she didn't teach him his place right now, she'd regret it for the rest of eternity.
And that was exactly why Black Zetsu wasn't afraid his mother would be fully "sweet-talked."
Because neither of them could accept being beneath the other.
Which meant: battle—a fight to decide dominance.
Kaguya's eyes sharpened.
Yōrin didn't go straight to his biggest transformation. Instead, he wrapped himself in an armored, lightning-lit "Perfect Susanoo" like a battle mantle—sleek, intimidating, and absurdly handsome.
Kaguya's gaze locked onto him. She almost looked dazzled.
Later, she thought. Later, I'll make him wear that while he stays by my side.
But she didn't forget what mattered.
Veins bulged around her eyes—Byakugan, activated.
Her hair shifted like living threads—Rabbit Hair Needles, primed.
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