Hikari had seen what Yorin's "work" looked like.
She could read, of course—but the moment she saw that mountain of paperwork, it made her head ache.
Compared to that, killing was simpler.
And if Yorin wouldn't let her kill… she honestly didn't know what she was supposed to do.
Because killing was the only thing she was good at. The only thing she knew how to do.
"How about this?" Yorin said, thinking for a moment. "Go find Tsunade and have her teach you medical ninjutsu. If you don't want to attend school, that's fine—study at home. You're smart, Hikari. You'll pick it up fast."
"I still think killing is easier."
"Killing is easier," Yorin admitted. Then he went quiet for a few seconds. "But… if I can help it, I don't want you to kill."
Hikari's expression tightened. It immediately made her feel like he was looking down on her.
Yorin hurried to add, "That's not what I mean. It's just… I—"
"In the end, you still don't respect me."
Even after living in Konoha for a while, Hikari's way of thinking was still the brutal, Warring States version.
War was the only real yardstick.
Win the fight, and you were right. Lose, and no matter how "correct" your theories were, no matter how admirable your everyday behavior looked—none of it mattered. You were still a loser.
So she made a decision.
She was going to show Yorin her strength, make him stop treating her like a child who needed shelter.
She knew what that might cost.
If she revealed too much power, Yorin might start to fear her—and their relationship might never go back to what it had been.
Or he might become obsessed with using her strength, start viewing her as a weapon again, try to drag her into some grand conquest.
Either way, the comfortable, peaceful life she'd started to enjoy could vanish—replaced by something harsher, something thorny and exhausting.
But staying quietly at Yorin's side, forever protected and "taken care of," wasn't Hikari's style either.
At her core, she was still an Uchiha—proud to the bone.
Yorin could only sigh.
If he had his way, he'd avoid fighting.
But things had escalated to this point, and he only had one option left:
He would defeat her—cleanly, decisively—with stronger power, and make her understand that he didn't want her strength. He only wanted her to be safe, soft, and happy by his side.
"If that's what you need," Yorin said, and his smile turned almost cheerful, "then I guess I don't have a choice."
He looked at her with bright, eager eyes.
"Show me, then. Let me see just how strong the Uchiha clan's 'ultimate weapon' really is."
"Strong enough to shock you," she said, staring him down with absolute seriousness.
Her confidence didn't lose to his in the slightest.
With upgraded versions of Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi, and the ability to exploit moonlight reflections at night to cast Tsukuyomi through reflected light—marking anyone who looked at the moon… and then using the unrivaled Yachihoko to control the marked.
In a sense, using her to conquer the world wasn't even a fantasy.
Even the original-timeline Naruto and Sasuke would've been vulnerable to her control.
Of course, anyone who could manifest Susanoo would be an exception.
That was part of why the Sharingan was regarded as a "top-of-the-food-chain" power.
…
They headed to a sparring ground.
Yorin's wives, plus a bunch of bored Uchiha who had nothing better to do, all came to watch.
"Go, Hikari!"
"Teach him a lesson!"
"Don't lose!"
For some reason, everyone—half-jokingly—picked Hikari's side.
Part of it was mild jealousy: people weren't thrilled with how much Yorin had been doting on Hikari lately.
But it was also because Hikari was genuinely popular.
She was cold and prickly, sure, but she was undeniably cute—and deep down, she was a good kid.
That was enough for people to want to cheer for her.
"Your popularity is terrible," Hikari said confidently as she stepped into the ring and faced Yorin.
"Eh… whatever," Yorin replied, already making a mental note to "punish" the loudest hecklers later.
Then he reconsidered—some of them wanted that.
They were deliberately provoking him because they liked the attention.
So he deflated a bit and let it go.
Hikari didn't fully read his shift in mood. She wasn't interested in mind games. A kunai was easier to understand.
So she threw one.
Throwing kunai was basic ninja training—but a superhuman-level throw from a top-tier fighter wasn't in the same universe as a genin's.
In an instant, Hikari's kunai crossed into near-sonic speed.
Even with Yorin's absurd reflexes and dynamic vision, he only barely managed to catch them in his hands.
"What?!" Hikari's eyes widened.
Someone could catch her kunai barehanded?!
The shock hit—and then, immediately, excitement.
Her Uchiha blood ignited.
She forgot everything annoying and complicated. In that moment, all she felt was the thrill of battle.
Her gaze sharpened, brimming with intent.
She still believed she would win.
But she also knew this: beating a strong opponent was far more exhilarating than beating someone weak.
"Then…" Hikari began.
"Then try mine," Yorin cut in smoothly.
As his words landed, sixty-four Raikiri chakra kunai flashed into existence around him—
A new technique, blending Flying Thunder God with a rapid-transfer method that allowed instant deployment of pre-marked items. One of Yorin's "little innovations."
"Your kunai are impressive," he said with a grin. "But it's fine—because mine are even stronger."
With that, the sixty-four Raikiri kunai—linked by chakra threads—shot toward Hikari like a collapsing storm.
It was a perfected evolution of his kunai-control style. The old limit had been thirty-two; now it was doubled.
Even without the Raikiri enhancement, chakra threads plus a kunai lattice were already B-rank territory. With Raikiri layered on top, it became something far nastier.
Hikari: "?!"
The formation swallowed her whole.
It felt like being attacked by sixty-four elite fighters at once.
The crowd went pale.
What was this—was Yorin taking it too seriously? Using that kind of technique against Hikari?
Wouldn't she lose instantly?
Even Yorin's Kage-level partners, watching honestly, knew they'd lose to that head-on.
Tsunade, Pakura, Mei—none of them could take Yorin in a direct clash. Yugito might be able to brute-force through part of it by going fully tailed-beast mode and gambling on sheer durability.
And then something unbelievable happened.
Black flames erupted outward from Hikari like an expanding sea.
Hot. Violent. Oppressive—like it could melt the world itself.
Amaterasu—the infamous "strongest fire" in legend.
And not ordinary Amaterasu, either.
It carried Kagutsuchi—the shaping variant that let the flames change form like living clay, turning the technique into something flexible, both offense and defense, with terrifying adaptability.
The Raikiri chakra-metal kunai themselves didn't melt—those blades were top-grade, comparable to the Seven Swords' materials.
But the chakra threads controlling them weren't made of the same impossible substance.
In an instant, the black flames burned through the threads.
Crackling sounds filled the air.
Kunai began raining down.
The flames faded, revealing Hikari standing there—eyes bright, posture steady, confidence blazing.
"That technique," she said to Yorin, "I've never seen anything like it. A kunai art that strong."
"I built it myself," Yorin replied, casual. "It's decent, right?"
"More than decent," Hikari said firmly. "It's incredible."
Yorin: "But that just now—Amaterasu?"
Hikari: "Yeah."
Yorin: "And stronger than the standard version… Kagutsuchi?"
Hikari: "You know a lot."
Yorin: "You're amazing. Truly. Stronger than Shisui, even. Seriously impressive."
Hikari: "Still not as strong as you," she said, just as calmly. "You created your technique. I didn't."
Yorin laughed. "It's fine. You'll develop something that's truly yours too."
They exchanged a few polite compliments—almost like professional fighters acknowledging each other.
But behind the courtesy, their battle intent kept climbing.
A good opponent was rare.
And when you finally met someone who could make you go all-out… that feeling was intoxicating.
Like Hashirama and Madara, back in the day.
"Then," Hikari said.
"Then let's keep going," Yorin answered.
"Yorin!"
"Hikari!"
In the next heartbeat, the two of them slammed into each other—hard.
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