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In one of the rooms inside the Patriarch's Mansion, Kanzou pushed open the door, carrying Mikoto in his arms. Her arms were locked tightly around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist as their lips tangled in a deep, heated kiss.
Slrrrp… slrp…
"Fufu… someone's really thirsty," he murmured amidst those kisses, kicking the door shut behind him before striding toward the long, high table.
Setting her down on it, he continued kissing her, his hands roaming eagerly over her body, exploring, caressing, claiming, until they found the straps of her negligee, ready to slip them off.
Just as his fingers began to pull them down, Mikoto tapped his hand and whispered softly amidst the breathless kisses, "Kan-sama… chu… w-we're here… haaah… for your massage…"
"The only thing that really needs a massage is my cock," he said, breaking the kiss and glancing down at her flushed, breathless face. "The rest of my body doesn't matter."
Mikoto caressed his hands, bringing them to her lips and pressing a soft kiss against them. "I… I want to do it," she whispered. "I want to massage you, Kan-sama. Let me help you relax. Later… you can use me however you like. After all, I'll always be here for you to do as you please."
After a few seconds of silence, Kanzou finally exhaled and gave in. "Alright, fine… let's do some massage foreplay, I guess," he muttered, suppressing the urge to pin her down and fuck her senseless right then. Instead, he decided to let her have her way, it would make for good foreplay anyway. "So," he asked, "how are you going to do it?"
"Please undress and relax on this table. I'll prepare the massage gel and everything else," Mikoto said with a gentle smile, clearly pleased he had agreed.
Stepping gracefully down from the table, she began making the preparations.
"Very well," Kanzou replied, loosening his turtleneck before stripping off his clothes piece by piece. Each article fell to the floor in a soft rustle until he stood bare, his half-erect cock exposed, and stretched his body a little.
"Aaah… I suppose I really do need a massage to loosen up a little," Kanzou murmured, feeling that rigidity from having remained seated in one position for hours, and decided to really enjoy and relax during the massage foreplay.
With that in mind, he lowered himself onto the massage table.
The cool silk of the mattress pressed against his chest as he settled on his stomach, slowly closed his eyes, and exhaled a slow sigh from his lips while letting his arms hang.
Meanwhile, Mikoto moves quickly through the room to set up the mood and environment, while also making the preparations.
Firstly, she lit three incense sticks in a bronze holder. As the curls of smoke rose, carrying the soothing scent of sandalwood and jasmine, they slowly filled the room, and a calming and relaxing haze began to settle.
Next, she retrieved a wide wooden bowl and a jar of Nuru gel, thick, translucent, and faintly herbal in aroma. Scooping a generous amount into the bowl, she poured in steaming water from a kettle and stirred until the mixture turned smooth, warm, and glistening.
"Yes… This should do nicely," she murmured in satisfaction, tying her long hair in a bun.
Bowl in hand, she approached the table as her heartbeat quickened at the sight of him lying there, broad back bare, muscles defined beneath scarred skin, the towel clinging low over his hips, barely concealing his firm ass.
She bit her lip, heat already stirring inside her as she admired the sight of his broad, scarred back and the towel clinging low over his ass. Desire coiled through her, but she forced herself to stay composed, 'Right now… I need to massage Kan-sama's body…'
Setting the bowl on a nearby stool with a soft clink, she positioned herself at his side and said softly, "Kan-sama… I'll begin now."
"Mm… go on," Kanzou replied lightly, keeping his eyes closed as he relaxed under her gaze.
She began gently, her soft fingers gliding over his skin in slow, deliberate strokes. Her touch was light, almost teasing, as she traced along his back, warming his skin and stirring the blood beneath it.
Occasionally, her nails dragged faint, pleasurable lines across his neck, shoulders, and waist, leaving behind faint red trails. Other times, she bent down and landed reverent kisses there, worshipping him.
"Haa…" A low, pleased sigh escaped Kanzou's lips as warmth spread through his body, his blood stirring under her touch.
"Ara… it seems you're enjoying this, Kan-sama," Mikoto teased with a soft giggle, clearly delighted that her efforts were working.
"Hmm…" Kanzou hummed in approval, keeping his eyes closed as her hands continued their slow descent, gliding over his thighs, down the backs of his knees, along his calves and ankles, until her fingers traced lightly over the soles of his feet.
She touched every inch with patient care until his skin flushed with a faint, healthy red as the warmth of her touch spread through his muscles.
She gave his feet one last gentle kiss before lifting her gaze, admiring the way his body now glowed faintly from the warmth of her touch. Satisfied that he was properly loosening up, she whispered, "Now then…"
Dipping both hands into the bowl of heated gel, she let the slick warmth envelop her fingers and palms until they gleamed under the light. Lifting her hands slowly as they glistened with thick, viscous gel, she stepped closer, ready to begin the true massage.
While humming a soothing melody from her lips, she began the real massage at his feet, cradling one in her hands and spreading the slick warmth of the gel from his toes to his heel until his skin gleamed under the light. She repeated the same slow, careful treatment on the other foot before moving upward to his ankles, kneading each joint in firm, circular motions that drew a faint sigh from him.
Reapplying more gel, she worked her way higher, smoothing it over his calves in long, even strokes while her thumbs dug into the tight muscles beneath. Her touch was steady, patient, caring, and full of worship as each movement coaxed away the lingering tension. Naturally, she gave the same attention to his thighs, gliding her palms over the firm ridges, spreading the gel just below the towel's edge but never crossing it, yet.
Every inch of him received her focused care, the heat of her hands and the warmth of the gel sinking deep into his muscles as she traced his contours with slow, deliberate pressure.
While enjoying her skilled touch, Kanzou steadied his breathing and also decided to use this relaxing time to question her about certain things, "Mikoto… what's been happening in the clan and the village lately?"
Because he'd been completely absorbed in developing the Mark of Ownership, Kanzou hadn't paid much attention to anything else. Even matters concerning the clan and the village had been neglected, left in the hands of Mikoto, Hazuki, Shin, and Souta.
Of course, Kanzou trusted Mikoto and his three subordinates; he was confident none of them would dare betray or undermine him, but he still knew it was important to stay informed about such affairs. Now that he had the chance, he decided it was time to question Mikoto about everything that had been happening.
Hearing his question, Mikoto lifted her head slightly while her hands continued to knead the gel into his thighs.
"In fact… things haven't been very good lately," she admitted softly, pressing her fingers into a tense knot along his inner thigh. "Tension with the Hokage faction has been growing steadily. The erection of the Sensory-Blocking Barrier around the compound seems to have pushed many people to their limits."
She paused her words for a moment before looking up and adding, "Some have even started to suspect that the Uchiha Clan is preparing for war…"
Kanzou hummed, unsurprised, "Figures."
He had indeed expected these things to happen… so he wasn't surprised at all.
Mikoto paused her strokes, her palms resting flat on his thighs as a flicker of concern tightened her chest, before she asked him tentatively, "Kan-sama... are we? Going to war with the village?"
He shook his head. "That probably won't happen. Not worth the hassle right now."
It wasn't that Kanzou feared war with the village, far from it. He simply didn't see it as a priority at the moment.
If he really wanted to go to war, he alone could turn Konoha to ash, forget about others… It's just that there is no benefit in doing so… so he doesn't intend to do it.
But she didn't wish for that, not when so many familiar faces still lived there. Knowing Kanzou had no such plans, at least for now, eased her heart.
She resumed the massage, her hands gliding upward in slow, steady motions. "Even so," she murmured, thumbs circling a tense knot in his hamstring, "the Hokage faction might start preparing anyway. Kan-sama, should we take precautions, just in case?"
Kanzou chuckled softly. "Don't worry, Mikoto. Sarutobi Hiruzen isn't in any state to fight; he can barely form hand signs. I made sure of that. With Jiraiya locked up, he'll talk more than he'll swing. At most, he'll prepare countermeasures in case we make the first move, but that's all. Even if he did attack, why would we worry?"
Mikoto considered his words for a moment, then nodded. "You're right. There's no need to worry."
In her view, with Kanzou, herself, and the Nine-Tails sealed inside Kushina, which is under Kanzou's control, they already had enough power. Add their other subordinates, Hiruzen's Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Hamura's injuries, and Jiraiya's imprisonment, and the balance looked even more favorable. Outside of Shimura Danzō and Orochimaru, there weren't many true powerhouses left. Against the Clan's elite jōnin, Shin, Hazuki, Souta, and their subordinates, when combined with Tsubaki, Makoto, and Seiji, the rest of the patriarchs can be held off easily.
There was also Fugaku and his men, but Mikoto dismissed them as irrelevant. 'If that cuck dared join the fray,' she thought darkly, 'I would personally make him suffer for it.'
She didn't yet know that Uchiha Makoto and Uchiha Seiji had already decided to side with Fugaku, but even if she had known, she wouldn't have cared much; she would simply want to punish them for daring to betray her danna-sama.
Feeling relieved, she let her hands move again, finishing her work on his legs. Every muscle now glistened under the warm gel, soft and loose beneath her touch.
"Next is the upper body," she murmured, circling to the head of the table with the bowl in hand. Tilting it carefully, she poured the warm nuru gel over his shoulders and the rest of his back, watching as it streamed down his sides in slow, glistening rivulets before pooling on the silk underneath and at the edge of the towel.
Kanzou exhaled deeply, the slick heat sinking into his skin like molten silk.
Once she felt like she had poured a good amount, she set the bowl aside and began her work again.
Mikoto leaned forward, bracing her elbows on the table's edge as her forearms glided along his back in smooth, rhythmic strokes, from the nape of his neck down to the towel's hem. She rose onto her toes with each pass as the hem of her negligee brushed lightly against his sides.
"How does it feel, Kan-sama? Does it feel good?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with lust from feeling him up.
"Yes… It feels amazing," he murmured, a low sound of pleasure escaping him as her soft, dainty hands glided smoothly along his spine.
But along with that relaxation came something lust, deep and unrelenting. Her scent teased his senses, sweet and warm, made stronger by her nearness, which caused his breath to hitch.
"Aahh…" Kanzou exhaled, lifting his hands to wrap around her buttocks and pull her closer, until the faint fragrance of her arousal, seeping through her thong, filled his lungs.
Inhaling that intoxicating scent, he slipped his fingers under the thin strap of her thong and began circling her tight rim in slow, teasing motions, pressing just enough to make her tremble.
"Ahhnn…" Mikoto gasped softly, her body shivering as the teasing stimulation from her asshole filled all her senses, causing heat to rush to her core. "Kan-sama… i-if you touch me there… I-I won't be able to… mmm… m-massage you properly…"
"It's okay," he responded in amusement, dipping his finger shallowly into her anal canal before retreating. "I know you can handle it. Keep going." His other hand gripped her asscheek, kneading it with possessive intent.
She bit her lip, cheeks flushing as heat coiled deep inside her from his teasing, but devotion drove her on, so she kept moving, gliding her arms in steady, rhythmic sweeps even as his teasing touch fed the flames within her.
Each forward lean made her breasts sway beneath the negligee, brushing lightly against his slick back, soft grazes at first, spreading the warm gel across the fabric with faint, wet sounds. Soon, those brushes turned into fuller presses, her breasts dragging along his skin, soaking the sheer cloth until it clung to her body, translucent, slick, and molded to her aroused nipples and flushed areolae.
Slllp… Slllp…
"Hm… that's fine," Kanzou said with a nod, holding his finger up in front of her and gesturing for her to coat it with the gel.
But Mikoto, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy, chose a more depraved approach. Instead of dropping drops of gel on his fingers, she bent down, parted her lips, and took his fingers into her mouth.
Slurrrp… slrrrp…
She sucked them eagerly, tasting her own asshole as her tongue swirled around them, coating them in warm saliva until they glistened.
Kanzou smirked as he watched her devotion in action.
When he decided she'd done enough, Kanzou murmured, "Alright… that's enough," and pulled his fingers free from her lips, their slick sheen glinting faintly in the light.
As Mikoto straightened, he slipped his hand beneath her thong once more, fingers gliding over her heated skin. Without hesitation, he pressed the slick digit against her tight ring and pushed inside.
"Aaahhnnn…" Mikoto arched from the invasion, her body trembling as she struggled to stay upright, and tightly tried to hold onto him… It's just that both her hands as well as his skin were slippery, which made it impossible for her to get a grip.
But Kanzou held her steady, preventing her from collapsing on her weak legs, and began circling his finger slowly, teasing her insides with deliberate motions.
As for the ANBU's request to meet him about Jiraiya's release, Kanzou's response was cold and simple. "Let him beg."
Squelch… plap…
Feeling his finger assault the inside of her asshole, Mikoto bit her lip… but she forced her hands back to his shoulders as she resumed the massage.
"You're not going to release him at all? If you demanded something from Sarutobi Hiruzen in exchange, perhaps he'd yield… maybe even something extravagant," she suggested.
Kanzou considered her words. She wasn't wrong. Given the situation, he could easily demand a steep price, and Hiruzen would likely agree. With Sakumo dead, Hiruzen needed every strong and loyal subordinate he could keep close, and Jiraiya was a Kage-level shinobi. There was no way the old Hokage wanted him to rot in a cell or die there.
"But…" Kanzou shook his head slightly. Nothing Hiruzen could offer interested him right now, so he dismissed the thought and turned to another possibility. "Did Namikaze Minato come asking for Jiraiya and his squadmates' release?" he asked.
Mikoto shook her head. "No… I haven't received any report about his visit."
"I see. Inform me if he does," Kanzou said, an evil smirk curving his lips cruelly.
'If Namikaze Minato comes asking for Jiraiya and his squadmates' release… I'll make him send Kushina over. Watching that ignorant boy beg her to come to me, her heart would literally be crushed, right?'
Just thinking of that, he chuckled in amusement and licked his lips, "Fufu…"
Hearing his sinister laugh, Mikoto immediately knew he was plotting something cruel, most likely involving Minato, and, considering his predatory nature that relishes in tormenting women, Kushina is likely to be involved in his scheme as well.
She didn't seem to care all that much that he was planning something evil against a fellow woman; what bothered her was that he was thinking about Kushina.
'Kan-sama… please don't think about her while I'm servicing you…' she thought, pouting in dissatisfaction.
She felt that she had to up the effort in order for him not to think about her.
Straightening her back, she paused her hands and said, "Kan-sama… I need to get on top."
"Hm… alright," Kanzou said, nodding as he withdrew his finger from her asshole with a wet plop.
"Hnnngg…" Mikoto trembled, her rim twitching open and closed, aching for the penetration she'd just lost, and she felt like wanting to remain there and have him put those fingers back inside her.
But she forced herself to ignore the urge. If she wanted to keep her husband's attention entirely on her while she served him, she couldn't give in to her own craving.
Taking a steady breath, she straightened and climbed onto the table, determination glinting in her flushed eyes.
She straddled his lower back, knees bracketing him, and tugged the towel free, uncovering the firm swell of his buttocks.
Looking at those sexy manly buttocks of her husband, a part of her wanted to bury her face between them, but she resisted the urge. Instead, she reached for the bowl and poured a thick stream of warm gel over him, watching it glisten as it trickled down the curve of his back, slid into the cleft, and pooled between his thighs.
Kanzou felt the warm gel slide between his cheeks and into the cleft, the strange sensation making him tense briefly, but he dismissed it as part of the massage and stayed still.
Meanwhile, Mikoto set the bowl aside and placed her hands on his ass, kneading the firm muscles with slow, deliberate pressure. Her fingers sank deep into the flesh with rhythmic motions, rolling and pressing to loosen every knot.
"These must be sore from sitting so long, right?" she murmured, spreading his cheeks slightly, then drawing them together again, her thumbs grazing along the sensitive inner curves as she continued her massage.
Kanzou exhaled again, the unexpected relief melting away the tension he hadn't realized he carried.
Encouraged by his reaction, Mikoto continued, palms slicking every inch until his skin gleamed, all while her gaze lingered on the tight ring of his asshole.
Looking at it, a forbidden urge stirred within her: to lean down, to taste him there, to worship him as she always does to his cock and balls. But she restrained herself.
He had never permitted her to go that far, and she didn't dare cross that line without his command.
So instead, she focused on her task, kneading his buttocks with devoted precision, her movements firm, reverent until his entire backside from top to bottom glistened, looked shiny, and gleamed under the light…
"Now for the main part…" she murmured with a playful smile. Peeling off her slick, clinging negligee, she tossed it aside, baring her flushed, glistening body, proudly showing off her aroused breasts and nipples.
But obviously, just that much slickness wasn't enough; she reached for the bowl again and poured its contents over herself in warm rivulets. The gel streamed down her shoulders, breasts, stomach, and thighs, tracing every curve until her skin shone wet and slippery.
The runoff slid between her thighs and pooled across Kanzou's lower back. When she was fully coated, she straddled him completely, pressing her slick torso to his back, her stomach aligning with his spine, her breasts flattening against his shoulders, as she began to move.
Her body undulated in slow, deliberate waves, her stomach gliding over his waist while her breasts swept across his back and buttocks in smooth, languid arcs.
The sensation was molten, seamless, skin on skin made frictionless by heat and gel.
Kanzou exhaled sharply in pleasure, "Yeah… this feels great… keep going."
She obeyed, her movements growing bolder, one hand slipping low to cradle his balls, fingers rolling them gently amid the slick heat.
Feeling her entire weight glide over him felt incredible. Though Mikoto was light, barely fifty kilos or something, the softness of her body, the slickness of the gel clinging to her, and the warmth radiating from her created a perfect, intoxicating balance.
The gentle pressure of her curves sliding across his back, waist, and ass sent waves of pleasure through him, each motion melting away his tension until all that remained was the heat of her touch and the rhythm of her movements.
Swwp… Swwp~
Wet sounds filled the room as she continued massaging his backside until it gleamed flawlessly, every trace of strain erased under her skilled hands.
When she finished, Mikoto leaned forward and said softly, "Kan-sama… please turn over." It was time to tend to his front.
"Hmm…" he hummed, complying, as he rolled onto his back.
As soon as he turned over, his cock sprang free, fully erect, veined, rigid against his abdomen, and leaking out precum.
The sight made Mikoto bite her lip, heat blooming deep in her core as an ache of longing pulsed through her.
But once again, she didn't give in just yet. Instead, she poured a fresh layer of gel over his chest, stomach, and shoulders, letting it spread in glossy rivulets across his skin. Adding some to her own body, she straddled his hips, positioning herself perfectly above him.
Her thong-covered pussy settled against his shaft, pressing it flat against his abdomen. The thin barrier of fabric separated them, yet every shift of her hips pushed the thick length along her folds, the friction sparking heat through both their bodies.
"Please… relax, Kan-sama," she whispered lustfully, feeling her pussy tremble, and began rubbing her hands on his chest in sensual circles, thumbs teasing his nipples, circling the peaks until they hardened, then pinching lightly to draw a hiss from him.
"Fufu… this is revenge," she murmured, giggling softly as her fingers toyed with her nipples. Kanzou always teased and tormented her, so she also likes to return the favor.
And since he allowed her, there was no problem at all.
Of course, she is always gentle and caring with him, not like his beastly, brutal, and sadistic style that prefers to inflict pain.
With gentle circles, she stimulated his nipples while also massaging his chest.
Her giggling drew his gaze, dark and intent, locking onto her swaying breasts.
Noticing his heated stare, Mikoto smiled slyly and leaned down, letting her fingers trace and pinch his nipples while her stomach pressed against his, her slick breasts gliding over his chest in slow, deliberate movements, her hardened tips painting trails of fire across his skin.
"Mhmm…" Kanzou exhaled, his breath deep and heavy.
"Fufu…" Mikoto giggled softly, noticing his reaction. She slid higher along his body until her face hovered just above his, their eyes locking for a fleeting, charged moment before she tilted her head to the side. Her tongue darted out, tracing the edge of his ear before gently nibbling on his earlobe.
Meanwhile, her slick body continued to glide sensually over his chest, her breasts dragging against his skin with each subtle shift, creating wet slippery sounds.
Slllp… Slllp~
When she finished with one ear, she moved to the other, her tongue flicking and teasing with the same slow, deliberate care.
She lingered there for a moment, her body rolling in slow waves as she traced every ridge of his abs with her slick skin before twisting around to face his legs.
Still seated on his cock, she reached down and poured more gel over his thighs, calves, and feet, spreading the warmth with practiced strokes.
Her hands kneaded his muscles with expert pressure, coaxing tension from his body while her hips continued to move in subtle, rhythmic grinds against his cock as he thin fabric of her thong quickly grew more soaked, mixing her arousal with the gel as her movements grew slower, more deliberate, and irresistibly sensual.
Once his entire body gleamed with the gel, Mikoto turned to face him again and lowered herself over him, sliding her torso across his in slow, fluid motions, just as she had done with his back earlier. Her breasts pressed flat against his chest, her stomach rolled against his, and the slick warmth between them erased every trace of distance.
When the gel's smoothness began to make her movements harder to control, Kanzou's hands slid down to her ass. His fingers dug into her slick, supple flesh as he gripped and guided her rhythm, setting the pace himself.
"Nhhnnn… Kan-sama… does my service feel good?" she asked, biting her lip, her face flushed with heat.
"Hmm… yeah…" Kanzou murmured, nodding as his grip tightened on her hips.
His approval made her smile with devotion, and she continued to serve him with renewed focus.
Schlup… Schlup~
After several slow, languid minutes, she shifted, rolling her body over his until she lay back against his chest in reverse, her spine arching perfectly to his form. She adjusted herself and began to move like that, testing the new position, though she found it difficult to move.
"Hold on," he murmured, spreading his palms across her stomach to steady her.
She nodded, breathing raggedly as his arms wrapped firmly around her waist, anchoring her against the slick heat of their bodies.
"Alright… you can move now," Kanzou ordered her.
"Hai…" she whispered, nodding again before she began to move, sliding downward, her back gliding smoothly over his chest while the cleft of her ass rubbed against his cock, pressing and teasing the hard length trapped beneath her with every slow shift.
His cock, rigid and leaking precum in pearly beads, demanded her attention after all the prolonged teasing. Just feeling it twitch insistently between her buttocks made Mikoto smirk softly.
"Kan-sama… your penis is asking to be massaged too…" she said with a giggle.
"Then… give it the massage it wants," Kanzou replied in an aroused tone.
"Yesshh…" she breathed with a lustful smile, shifting her position to straddle his hips squarely. His cock sprang free from beneath her, standing tall and throbbing before her eyes.
She poured the warm gel directly over the shaft, watching it pulse under the heat, then set the bowl aside and wrapped both hands around him. Her palms moved in unison, stroking from base to tip in smooth, twisting motions while her thumbs circled the swollen head, coaxing fresh beads of precum that glistened between her fingers as a wet sound echoed.
Shlick… Shlick~
With her free hand, she cupped his balls, rolling and tugging them with slow, deliberate care.
The dual sensations made his cock jerk violently in her grasp.
Kanzou groaned, hips lifting instinctively. "Mikoto…" he exhaled, voice rough and strained.
Hearing his groan, lust flooded through her, her pussy clenching in instinctive response as heat pooled low in her belly. She glanced back over her shoulder, meeting his gaze with flushed cheeks and trembling lips. "Kan-sama… I'll use a better method to massage your penis," she whispered breathlessly.
"Yeah… go on…" he replied, his tone deep with anticipation.
With shaking hands, Mikoto hooked her thong aside and slid it down her legs, kicking it away until she sat on her knees, completely bare. Her glistening folds gleamed under the dim light as she positioned herself above him, aligning her dripping entrance with his tip, while biting her lips.
Then, in one fluid motion, she sank, his cock spearing deep into her velvet heat.
"Aaahnn~!" she cried out, her inner walls fluttering tightly around his girth as his thick length drove deep, striking her cervix and bulging faintly against her stomach.
The stretch made her tremble, a mix of pain and ecstasy coursing through her body.
"Kan-sama… your big penis… It's tearing me apart…" she gasped, voice breaking with pleasure.
But the ache quickly turned to heat. She had grown used to the pain his size always gave her, used to the delicious pain of being filled by him, and within moments, her hips began to move again.
She rode him in slow, deliberate rolls, her movements slick and rhythmic as her soaked folds clung to his shaft.
"It's hitting me so deep… Ngghhnnn… I-I can feel it inside my w-womb… Hnngh… Kan-samaaaa… your big penis is… i-it's destroying meaaaahhhnnn…!" she moaned, her tongue slipping out as her eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy.
Plap… Plap…
Each movement sent shivers through them both, her cries blending with the lewd slap of skin against skin as she ground down harder, her body trembling with devotion and unrestrained lust.
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At the Hokage Residence
While the air in the Uchiha Patriarch's mansion simmered with heat and passion, the atmosphere within the Hokage's residence was tense and heavy with worry.
"Hokage-sama… for you to summon us this late," Hiashi began carefully, then hesitated before asking, "No… before that… How have you been?" His gaze shifted to the man resting weakly on the bed, surrounded by medical equipment.
It was the first time he had seen Hiruzen since the attack by Uchiha Kanzou during the council meeting. Seeing the once-mighty Hokage now frail and restrained to his bed made Hiashi's expression tighten with unease.
He wasn't the only one. The other clan heads, Inoichi, Shikaku, Chōza, Inuzuka Gaku, Aburame Shibi, and Takemichi Tanaka, each wore grim expressions. The sight of Hiruzen's condition left the room heavy with silence.
Hiruzen sighed, lifting a trembling hand in dismissal. "Don't worry… I'm alright."
They could all tell he was lying. His voice lacked its usual strength, and the shallow rise and fall of his chest betrayed the truth; his condition was far from stable.
But Hiruzen pressed on, his eyes sharp despite the weakness in his frame. "I've summoned you all here to discuss Uchiha Kanzou… and the lawless Uchiha Clan he commands."
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