The moment the word "lady" reached her ears, a blush spread across Uchiha Mikoto's fair neck at a visible speed, like rosy clouds suddenly blooming across a snowfield.
Though she was a gentle girl who had never experienced romance before, she was still a decisive ninja who had faced life and death. Naturally, she lacked the coy fragility of ordinary women.
The Uchiha clan's boldness in love and hate was displayed to the fullest in Mikoto.
She took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the pounding heartbeat in her chest, then lifted her still-flushed face.
Her clear eyes gleamed with a competitive spark as she met Uchiha Anlan's smiling gaze.
"Even if you hadn't mentioned it, I was going to make you teach me!"
"Your ninjutsu, genjutsu, taijutsu, ocular techniques… everything you know—I'm going to learn it all."
A trace of cunning flashed through her eyes as the corners of her lips curled upward.
"And then I'll defeat you. Let's see what you do about that~"
"Lady Mikoto is quite greedy."
Anlan chuckled softly as his arm naturally wrapped around her slender waist.
Even through her close-fitting combat uniform, his palm clearly felt the firm yet supple lines beneath the fabric.
Years of training had sculpted her waist into a perfectly toned shape without a trace of excess.
Now slightly tense beneath his hand, it traced an alluring curve that could stir the heart.
The intimate gesture made Mikoto's breathing hitch.
Even through the uniform, she could feel the warmth and strength of his palm.
Her lean waist seemed impossibly small within the circle of his arm.
Their bodies fit closely together, revealing the gentle charm that daily combat usually concealed.
Mikoto bit her lower lip, her eyes shimmering.
The words of reproach that had reached her lips turned into a soft, shy snort.
This place had long been a secret meeting spot for the two of them.
Back when their relationship was still hidden, Uchiha Yashiro or Uchiha Hazuki would often keep watch whenever they met here.
Now that everything had been made clear, much of the inconvenience of their "secret meetings" had disappeared.
At the very least, those two sentinels—who had endured more than enough displays of affection—had finally retired with honor from their covert duty.
After a brief moment of intimacy, Anlan's hand slid down naturally.
He gently took Mikoto's hand and led her toward the shade of a nearby tree where they usually rested.
"During our spar just now," he said seriously, "the Phoenix Flower Claw Crimson Technique, which evolved from the Phoenix Flower Fire Technique, and the Uchiha Gale Swordsmanship that incorporates breathing methods…"
"These are techniques that even ordinary ninja can learn with enough effort."
"For us, possessing the three-tomoe Sharingan, mastering them isn't difficult—and you've already done quite well."
He paused.
"So what I'm going to teach you now… is a secret Uchiha technique I created myself."
The Sharingan possessed three fundamental abilities—
Observation, replication, and hypnosis.
In worlds with relatively low supernatural power, it could easily function as a cheat ability.
In certain other genres… it could dominate absolutely everything.
Its wielder possessed extraordinary perception.
They could observe chakra flow, cast and break genjutsu, and copy taijutsu and non-bloodline ninjutsu.
The B-rank Phoenix Flower Claw Crimson Technique, derived from the C-rank Phoenix Flower Fire Technique, was an example of this.
Even the Wind Breathing technique Anlan had obtained from the mysterious blue-white stone gate—originating from the world of Demon Slayer, one of the Demon Slayer Corps' five foundational breathing styles—
And even the sword style he had created by integrating it into the chakra system, a technique surpassing the Uchiha Flame Leap Sword—the Uchiha Gale Swordsmanship—
Their foundations and trajectories were still visible to the Sharingan's insight and replication.
"So what great Sharingan secret technique are you so proud of?"
Under the shade of the tree, Mikoto bent down and opened the picnic box she had brought.
Inside were the carefully prepared breakfast dishes she had made herself.
Hearing Anlan's confident explanation, her eyes curved into happy crescents.
She handed him a portion.
"It's still early. There's no rush to teach me."
"Eat first."
Mikoto took small bites of her food.
Yet her gaze constantly drifted toward Anlan.
Watching him eat heartily filled her with quiet satisfaction.
From time to time she refilled his juice or handed him a handkerchief.
Anlan accepted naturally.
Occasionally their eyes met and they shared a smile.
Morning light filtered through the trees.
Leaves swayed gently in the breeze.
The two young humans—childhood companions who had grown into lovers—enjoyed their peaceful moment.
Not far away, however, another pair was experiencing pure misery.
"Ayan—without you, how can I live?!"
A tragic howl shattered the quiet morning, startling birds into flight.
The chubby orange cat clung desperately to a tree trunk.
Tears and snot covered its face as its paws clawed frantically at the bark, as though experiencing the pain of a tragic separation.
High in the branches above, the silver-striped cat curled elegantly along the limb.
Her moonlit fur shimmered softly in the morning light.
Lowering her emerald eyes, she gazed at the ridiculous scene below and sighed faintly.
"What is this supposed to be…?"
The genjutsu trapping Big Orange revealed his deepest fear—
The nightmare of being abandoned forever by Ayan.
Inside the illusion, he watched helplessly as she walked away without looking back.
No matter how hard he chased, he could never reach her.
"Can't even break out of such a simple genjutsu…"
Ayan lazily licked her paw.
"And you still dream of chasing me?"
Though she spoke with disdain, her tail swayed unconsciously.
Her gaze never left the sobbing orange fluffball beneath the tree.
Yet in her heart she longed for someone she had never even met—
The legendary Two-Tails, Matatabi.
One could only say that those romantic novels like The Tyrannical CEO Falls in Love With Me had corrupted another innocent cat.
After finishing breakfast, Anlan watched as Mikoto neatly packed away the food containers.
She then sat obediently before him, her posture straight, clearly ready to listen seriously.
A faint smile appeared in his eyes.
His expression turned solemn.
His tone calm but clear.
"The technique I'm about to teach you…"
"Is one developed through the Sharingan's ocular power."
"Spatial Jump."
"Space-time ninjutsu?"
Mikoto had originally thought he was going to explain the essence of the Body Flicker Technique.
Now her eyes widened in shock.
"You mean… like the Flying Thunder God Technique created by Tobirama Senju, later perfected by Minato Namikaze?"
"A true space-shifting technique?"
Anlan raised an eyebrow and answered decisively.
"That's right."
"A space-time ninjutsu that's impossible to guard against."
"And one that only the Uchiha can use, relying on the Sharingan's ocular power."
Over thousands of days and nights, Anlan had been fortunate enough to obtain a third-tier teleportation spell called Dimensional Move from the world of Overlord through the blue-white stone gate.
It was a low-level magic spell used only by the caster.
It couldn't travel very far and was typically used to create distance or escape from enemies.
Its level was comparable to something like Fireball.
For Anlan—whose mutated Sharingan ocular power allowed him to learn and activate magic from other worlds—learning it had been no harder than learning the Great Fireball Technique.
After another two and a half years of refinement, he had finally transformed it into a practical Sharingan ocular technique.
Spatial Jump.
It would become another trump card of the Uchiha clan—
A bloodline technique that could not be copied by the Sharingan alone.
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