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The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
Outside the desolate cave.
Uchiha Madara sat by the entrance, watching Obito who was still training hard.
"This brat, he really works hard..."
His eyes were preoccupied, and Madara couldn't help feeling emotional.
Somewhat different from his expectations, ever since the kid was captured, he hadn't run away screaming, nor had he asked for any secrets.
Eat, sleep, practice.
Occasionally, he would sit beside those few young saplings, lost in thought.
This greatly surprised Uchiha Madara.
Zzz...
At this time, Black Zetsu emerged from the ground.
"How is the inquiry going?" Madara turned his head and asked.
"Strange! Rock Shinobi and Cloud Shinobi didn't launch a major raid!" Black Zetsu replied.
"Huh? How is this possible?" Madara was slightly taken aback, unable to believe it.
The Sand Shinobi frontline forces, combined with some reinforcements from Rock Shinobi and Cloud Shinobi, had pinned down most of Konoha's forces.
With such a good opportunity, the main forces of Rock Shinobi and Cloud Shinobi were not moving?
Are the Tsuchikage and Raikage out of their minds?
"Is there any further information?" Madara frowned.
"One of Konoha's ninjas failed to steal the confidential information of the tripartite alliance and escaped unscathed," Black Zetsu reported again.
"What kind of intelligence is that? I want to know why they didn't raid!" Madara said forcefully.
"That is the order of the Third Tsuchikage and the Third Raikage. It's difficult for me to find out the specific reason," Black Zetsu replied cautiously.
Should he personally ask the two Kage about this matter?
At the moment, Madara was in a bad mood.
The current situation in the Ninja World seemed to have deviated from his prediction.
Konoha Village clearly lacked the combat power to defend against Rock Shinobi and Cloud Shinobi, yet these two sides simply refused to move.
"You won't move? How am I supposed to arrange the plan next?"
Madara wished he could slap the Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, to death.
That timid old man was the same as before; useless in a crisis.
Not in the mood to continue watching Obito practice, Madara returned to the cave.
Black Zetsu also sank into the ground and disappeared.
"Huh? Those two bad guys are finally gone."
Obito wiped his sweat, stopped practicing, and sat down.
With the help of the bright moonlight, he looked up at the towering mountain wall, visually measuring its height.
"Although it looks tall, if I distribute Chakra on the soles of my feet and hands, maybe I can climb up and escape?"
Thinking of this, he quickly lay down to rest.
"I'll sleep until midnight to recover my strength. Then I'll try to escape."
Having made up his mind, Obito clenched his fist.
Lying beside the sapling, he closed his eyes.
"I've been missing for so long. I wonder what's happened to Team Minato."
"Is Rin worried about me?"
"I'm not here. I hope Akira can take good care of Rin..."
Clap! Clap!
In the Happy Hot Springs room, Rin was attempting to massage Akira.
"Hitting my back is not like that," Akira reminded her.
"Huh? But it makes a sound," Rin thought she was doing it right.
"It's not just the sound; it's a massage! It's fortunate you're hitting me. If it were someone else, you'd be in trouble!"
"I saw Miss Suzune hitting like this before," Rin defended again.
"She uses Gentle Fist; is that the same as your technique?"
Akira turned around, his smile suggestive.
"You've been hitting me for so long. Next, it's my turn to beat you!"
"Ah~~"
Rin let out a small cry, her face turning pink.
Rin's small cry was quickly muffled by a surprised giggle as Akira effortlessly pulled her toward him. The room was warm and steamy from their earlier bath, the air thick with humidity.
"I only learned the Gentle Fist from watching," Rin confessed, her voice thin with anticipation.
Her cheeks were deeply flushed, and her large, innocent eyes looked up at him with a mixture of excitement and shyness.
"Gentle Fist uses Chakra to attack internal organs," Akira explained, his voice low and educational.
"What you need is a different kind of technique entirely. One that focuses on external pressure and internal pleasure."
He lowered her onto the futon, his weight settling gently over her.
Rin, already clad only in a simple towel from her bath, quickly shed the flimsy garment, her body waiting openly for his instruction.
"I'll show you the lesson, Rin," he murmured, his hands beginning a slow, deliberate exploration of her skin, mapping every sensitive curve and valley.
He began his demonstration not with force, but with exquisite precision, using his lips and tongue.
He started at her neck, trailing fire down her collarbone, lingering on the soft swell of her breasts.
Rin gasped, her back arching instinctively off the futon.
"Oh, Sensei... that's not... a massage..."
"It's pressure on the pleasure centers, Rin," Akira corrected, his breath hot against her skin.
"It stimulates a different kind of Chakra flow."
He took one breast into his mouth, drawing on it gently, then fiercely, eliciting a sharp, breathless moan from her throat. His fingers, meanwhile, moved lower, tracing the delicate curve of her inner thigh.
Rin's initial shyness vanished, replaced by a desperate, needy energy.
Her hands tangled in his silver hair, pulling him closer, urging him to continue the powerful instruction.
Akira shifted his focus. He moved his hands to her hips, raising her slightly.
He looked down, his eyes dark with intent, at the slick, feminine center of her desire, which was already swollen and throbbing from his attention.
"Now, let's talk about Internal Pressure," Akira whispered, his voice dangerously rough.
He slid one finger down, tracing the swollen core of her arousal, before slipping inside. The intimate contact sent a powerful jolt through Rin.
"Ah! Sensei!" she cried out, her body immediately clamping down tightly on his finger.
He began a slow, deliberate internal stroking, watching the expression on her face as pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her features.
He added a second finger, carefully stretching her, preparing her for the final, most crucial lesson.
Rin was a mess of trembling sensitivity and overwhelming need.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his body closer, desperately seeking the full weight and heat of him.
"Please... I need... the next step, Sensei!" she begged, her voice high and thready.
Akira didn't make her wait. He quickly freed himself from his own clothes and positioned his hardened length against her hot, trembling entrance.
He paused only for a moment, savoring the feeling of her slickness against his tip.
"The final lesson is the Absolute Convergence," Akira breathed, and with a grunt of intense effort, he thrust forward, burying himself completely inside her welcoming heat.
Rin let out a prolonged, beautiful cry of shock and sudden, profound fulfillment. The feeling was all-consuming, utterly filling the space that had been left wanting.
Akira settled into a deep, slow rhythm, allowing her body to adjust to the intense pressure and fullness.
"This is the Correct Chakra Flow, Rin," he instructed, his hips driving into hers. "Full synchronization. No escape."
Rin couldn't speak; she could only gasp and cling to him, meeting his powerful thrusts with reciprocal arches of her hips.
Squelch! Thwack-Pah! Squelch!
He began to pick up the pace, moving faster, harder, more insistent. Her body responded immediately, her inner muscles clenching tightly around him, demanding more.
He flipped her onto her stomach, supporting her weight with his hands as he drove into her from behind. The change in angle was devastatingly effective, hitting a new, deeper point of sensation.
Rin screamed, the sound muffled by the pillow. "Oh, God! Too much pressure! Too much!"
she cried, her body convulsing.
Akira maintained the relentless pace, asserting his dominance over her body's response. He knew she was right on the brink.
"Embrace the pressure, Rin! Let it shatter your resistance!" he roared, his voice thick with lust.
With a final, desperate cry that was cut short by a gasp, Rin's orgasm detonated.
Her body shook uncontrollably, her legs kicking out weakly as the profound waves of pleasure washed over her. Her core muscles spasmed rhythmically around him, trying to hold him forever.
Akira felt the intense, milking contractions around his shaft. He drove into her hard, matching the fury of her release with a final, brutal series of thrusts.
He couldn't hold back. His own climax surged through him, powerful and all-consuming, flooding her interior with his heat.
He collapsed onto her, their skin slick with sweat, the air heavy with their exertion. Rin lay beneath him, boneless, utterly and profoundly satisfied.
"Was that... a good lesson, Sensei?" she whispered, her voice weak and spent.
"The best," Akira murmured, kissing the back of her neck.
"Now, we rest, and then we repeat the lesson later."
They continued their nightly activities until late at night.
Akira left the room.
As soon as he walked into the corridor, Akira was dumbfounded.
Suzune Hyūga was standing motionless in the hall with her eyes wide open.
And the direction she was looking was the room he had just left.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Akira walked over quickly and put his face directly in front of Suzune.
"What did you see?"
"Huh?" Suzune Hyūga was extremely flustered, and she hastily closed her eyes.
Then she shook her head vigorously.
"I didn't see anything."
"Really?"
"Really!"
Without warning, Akira suddenly put his hand into Suzune's arms.
"You...?"
Suzune Hyūga paled in shock.
Akira touched me?
"Remember! If you say anything, I will also reveal Doctor!"
With this verbal threat, Akira squeezed his hand briefly, then withdrew it.
Even after he left, Suzune Hyūga still hadn't recovered.
"He! He... just now..."
On the street.
Akira thought about his actions just now and felt there was no flaw.
Perfect execution.
Suzune Hyūga knew about him and Rin, and similarly, he now had a secret hold on her.
He walked across the block and returned home.
"Hmm?"
Pushing open the courtyard door, Akira was surprised to find Kakashi standing under the jujube tree.
"Perception!"
Activating his Perception ability, Akira scanned Kakashi.
After confirming the other party was not a disguised enemy, he walked over.
"Akira."
Hearing the movement, Kakashi turned his head, a slight smile on his face.
"You really worked hard! You didn't come back until so late after practicing."
Kakashi said this very sincerely.
During the day, Akira always looked lazy, but who would have imagined that the other party practiced until midnight every night?
"Ahem... What's the matter?" Akira asked without changing his expression.
"I'll give you something." Kakashi took out a scroll from his arm and handed it over.
"What? Information?"
Akira opened the scroll and said casually.
But when he saw the content clearly, his face became strange.
"Is this your Hatake Clan's sword technique?"
"Yes!" Kakashi nodded.
"Why did you give it to me?" Akira was puzzled.
The scroll contained comments from Sakumo Hatake, indicating that this was a very precious item of the Hatake family. What did Kakashi mean by this?
"I want to exchange a Secret Technique with you," Kakashi looked serious.
"Exchange a Secret Technique?" Akira asked suspiciously.
What secrets do you think I have?
Wood Release? Kakashi can't learn that either.
"You evaded the Yamanaka Clan's spiritual probing!" Kakashi reminded him.
"So that's what you mean."
Akira understood.
Kakashi thought he had some kind of secret technique that made him immune to the Yamanaka lie detector, which is why Inoichi Yamanaka judged he wasn't lying.
This led to the tragic deaths of the six Anbu agents!
Kakashi must have misunderstood that he performed some kind of Secret Technique, which is why he came to study it in the middle of the night.