Chapter 546: Hometown
Uchiha Clan Compound.
Naori, holding the Uchiha genealogy, executed a prolonged reading cycle, eventually outputting a heavy, prolonged sigh.
"Are there zero descendants of my familiar acquaintances remaining?"
"There are," Naori gently shook her head. "Evaluating generational seniority, my matrix commands the clearance to address Fugaku's great-great-grandfather as a cousin."
"Flawlessly accurate, Senior Naori." Fugaku nodded at her flank. "Therefore, how exactly is my matrix mandated to address your presence...?"
Naori routed an inquiring visual scan toward Ryo. Ryo aggressively scratched his head parameters in profound distress; this generational hierarchy was an absolute chaotic mess, exactly how was his database supposed to parse this?
"Should your vocal apparatus output... Great-Great-Grand-Aunt?"
Naori locked a completely wooden facial aesthetic onto Ryo: "Strictly utilize the designation 'Senior', Fugaku."
Ryo outputted a sheepish chuckle: "Correct, correct, correct. Whatever logistical designation you deploy for my matrix, mirror it for hers."
"Understood, Senior."
At this specific chronological milestone, Fugaku's wife, Mirei, successfully breached the internal room carrying three cups of brewed tea, systematically executing a distribution block.
Ryo consumed his entire fluid allocation in a singular gulp: "Highly optimized tea... Since the descendants of your acquaintances successfully exist, exactly why is your vocal apparatus outputting sighs?"
"My initial cognitive calculation assumed the volumetric density of familiar descendants would scale significantly higher, yet my sensory arrays completely failed to anticipate that strictly this singular lineage remains active."
Ryo shook his head with a light chuckle: "Does your database fundamentally fail to comprehend the catastrophic environmental parameters governing the Warring States Period? Mirei, please execute a logistical refill for my cup."
"Understood, Senior."
Naori's processing loops hesitated for a solid two-second cycle: "Fugaku, could your parameters successfully retrieve the historical data archives documenting the major clan events over the past century for my visual audit?"
"Zero operational difficulties..."
"Terminate that request," Ryo smoothly waved his hand. "The data strictly consists of casualty metrics—exactly how many clan members logged terminal demises during the conflicts against the Senju, exactly how many perished against the Hyuga, the catastrophic engagements against the Ino-Shika-Cho formation... Auditing that data will strictly bloat your cognitive load with completely unnecessary structural distress."
Naori paused for a micro-second, a radiant smile surfacing upon her facial parameters: "Acceptable. Ryo, your internal parameters undeniably project an astronomically more open-minded aesthetic."
"Flawlessly accurate. Navigate the timeline one operational cycle at a time. If your visual arrays process the endless sequence of catastrophic tribulations the Uchiha clan has endured over the decades, your emotional matrix might spawn highly localized resentment metrics directed toward specific clans and entities within Konoha. That maps to a highly suboptimal outcome."
Naori chuckled lightly: "Very well, my matrix shall comply with your strategic guidance."
Fugaku seamlessly realigned his physical frame into his designated seat, covertly twitching the corners of his mouth. The unvarnished reality dictated that the Uchiha's historical tribulations were strictly orchestrated by three supreme culprits: one was the Hyuga, the secondary was the Senju, and the absolute final catastrophic vector was the Uzumaki! Or, formatting it with maximum precision, the third culprit mapped explicitly to Ryo Uzumaki...
Ryo executed a rapid pivot of the conversational vector: "Let us terminate that specific data loop and analyze the romantic engagement parameters currently linking Itachi and Izumi Uchiha. Did Obito... genuinely mandate that the logistical resolution be strictly outsourced to my matrix?"
Fugaku gave a firm nod.
"That bastard absolutely requires a severe physical recalibration," Ryo muttered quietly under his breath. Was the supreme Great Ancestor genuinely mandated to operate strictly as a romantic logistical coordinator for the junior generation?
His own romantic parameters hadn't even successfully locked onto a terminal coordinate yet!
"Senior, synthesizing a viable resolution for this specific anomaly fundamentally does not scale to an astronomical difficulty rating. Factoring in the unvarnished reality that historical precedents successfully exist, and the current Uchiha matrix is structurally divergent from its historical baseline, this engagement highly probable will not spawn any catastrophic internal conflict."
"Oh? Your cognitive loops actually bypassed all defensive protocols and directly authorized the engagement?" Ryo projected minor shock. "Evaluating that specific historical milestone involving Mikoto..."
At this exact micro-second, Mirei successfully executed a secondary breach into the internal room carrying the refilled tea. Ryo abruptly halted his vocal output, intercepting the cup and instantly consuming the entire fluid volume in a singular gulp: "My biological hydration metrics are projecting a minor deficit today; execute another logistical refill sequence."
Mirei broke into a light laugh: "Senior, are your collective matrices currently exchanging data regarding Big Sister Mikoto? Does my presence require a tactical retreat?"
Ryo outputted a hollow chuckle, his internal heart parameters registering a minor spike of profound awkwardness. Mirei had strictly successfully married into Fugaku's matrix operating as a logistical 'replacement unit' for Mikoto, and that specific strategic maneuver had been explicitly architected by his own cognitive loops...
"The unvarnished reality dictates absolute zero structural conflict, Senior. Successfully securing the operational parameter to marry Fugaku in this biological lifespan generates an astronomically high volume of absolute happiness within my matrix."
"Mirei, successfully securing your matrix as my biological partner similarly maximizes my internal happiness metrics," Fugaku rapidly interjected.
This catastrophic, point-blank deployment of romantic PDA was forcefully shoved straight down Ryo's throat parameters completely off-guard, nearly triggering a terminal choking sequence.
Naori executed a visual scan of the profoundly intimate dual entities, then pivoted her ocular parameters straight onto Ryo. Suddenly, mirroring a spontaneous burst of divine inspiration, a highly specific simulation rendered within her cognitive loops.
Naori: Ryo, successfully securing the operational parameter to marry your matrix in this biological lifespan generates an astronomically high volume of absolute happiness.
Ryo: My matrix also calculates that your parameters are experiencing profound happiness.
"Negative, absolutely negative." A 20-year-old female biological unit structurally mandated a baseline density of romantic aesthetics, yet Ryo's matrix fundamentally lacked even a microscopic trace of romantic coding; his singular operational strategy strictly consisted of deploying a monumentally thick-skinned, shameless advance...
The conversational loop rapidly deteriorated into an absolute, freezing silence. Fugaku successfully parsed that their recent aggressive PDA deployment was structurally suboptimal for the current environment, outputting a profoundly awkward chuckle: "Heh, my biological age has already breached the fifty-year threshold, yet my matrix still executes these juvenile romantic loops. Please generously overlook our operational errors, Senior."
Ryo's cognitive arrays continuously suspected that Fugaku's specific vocal output harbored a highly covert, sarcastic vector. A mere fifty chronological years...
"Acceptable, as long as your collective matrices have successfully resolved your internal structural conflicts. Then Itachi's logistical anomaly commands an exponentially simpler resolution matrix. Simply execute a complete public disclosure protocol, completely bypassing any secondary contractual mandates dictating that their secondary offspring must inherit the Uchiha designation. If any hostile entities generate dissatisfaction metrics, instruct their matrices to successfully deploy pursuit protocols against a Senju female unit utilizing their own raw capabilities; if they fundamentally lack the technical capacity, mandate them to permanently terminate their chaotic complaining loops!"
"Do your cognitive arrays genuinely assume my matrix failed to calculate that specific strategic vector?" Fugaku's facial parameters suddenly projected profound, immense grievance: "However, the absolute, unvarnished reality dictates that the Senju clan currently harbors exactly zero female units within the optimal age bracket! Or, formatting the data precisely, from Konoha Year 40 to Konoha Year 46, the absolute entirety of the Senju clan's newborn demographic consisted strictly of a singular unit: Itachi! In Konoha Year 47, a minor cluster of male biological units successfully spawned, and in Konoha Year 49, a singular female unit was finally deployed into the mortal coil, designated Rei Senju. Yet her biological age strictly sits at 15... This chronological era fundamentally does not map to the Warring States Period where a 15-year-old female unit possessed the operational clearance to execute a marriage protocol!"
"Heh, your parameters actually executed a highly classified, dedicated investigative loop regarding this data." Ryo shook his head with a highly amused laugh. "Audit the sheer volume of suppressed operational frustration your matrix is currently outputting."
Fugaku shook his head smoothly: "On the absolute calendar day my matrix successfully finalized that specific investigative protocol, my internal logic loops legitimately calculated that the Senju clan was deliberately executing a structural blockade to preemptively counter our strategic maneuvers."
Ryo's cognitive parameters plunged into profound contemplation: "It fundamentally does not map to a defensive blockade. My memory banks have successfully retrieved the absolute unvarnished reality behind this logistical anomaly... Very well, the failure does not strictly map to the Uchiha clan projecting a disappointing aesthetic; rather, the Senju clan's historical parameters were subjected to highly anomalous circumstances. Although a 15-year-old unit fundamentally lacks the clearance for a permanent marriage protocol, they technically possess the baseline clearance to initiate a preliminary romantic loop, correct? Alternatively, why doesn't your matrix deploy your localized unit, Kumoha, to execute an experimental pursuit sequence?"
Mirei seamlessly breached the perimeter carrying the third consecutive cup of tea: "Senior, exactly which female entity are your parameters attempting to algorithmically pair with Kumoha?"
Ryo's physical frame violently froze. He intercepted the cup and instantly drained the entire volume: "Mirei, execute another rapid refill sequence."
Mirei: "..."
During the subsequent conversational blocks, Ryo's facial aesthetic projected an astronomically dense volume of heavy, internal preoccupation. Fugaku's prior vocal output had successfully forcefully rebooted a highly classified data packet within Ryo's memory banks that he had nearly subjected to permanent deletion—the catastrophic Fertility Curse anchored onto the Senju clan and the Terminal Blindness Curse anchored onto the Uchiha!
His matrix strictly successfully shattered the Senju's fertility blockade during Konoha Year 46. Therefore, the absolute totality of the Senju clan's newborn demographic was structurally bottlenecked and hyper-concentrated strictly between Konoha Years 47 and 50, locking their current biological ages within the 14 to 17 range. Naturally, this demographic also included a minor volume of 'secondary spawn units' and younger entities like Moegi.
Ryo's analytical arrays had historically hypothesized that this catastrophic curse vector mapped directly to Tenji or Black Zetsu, or potentially spawned as a byproduct of astronomical civilian resentment metrics generated during Kaguya's deployment of the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
However, upon successfully breaching the max-level threshold, the absolute, insurmountable qualitative gap in soul density instantaneously fed his cognitive loops the undeniable reality: those specific curses fundamentally could not have been executed by mere baseline entities like Tenji, Black Zetsu, or standard civilians.
Every biological entity's soul matrix commands a hardcoded lifespan threshold; the denser the Yin attribute, the longer the operational duration. Yet, upon Ryo successfully hitting max level, his soul matrix had successfully unlocked the absolute Immortality protocol! This mapped to genuine, flawless, boundless eternal life, rendering the structural gap between his matrix and a standard civilian soul completely equivalent to a cosmic, insurmountable chasm!
"Regarding the classified parameters of the curse, my matrix commands the clearance to directly interrogate Kaguya." Ryo slightly closed his dual eyes.
Over the recent chronological cycles, every single instance Ryo's matrix stood face-to-face with Kaguya's vessel, his vocal apparatus had continuously initiated a boot sequence only to forcibly abort the execution. During that specific window, his memory banks hadn't prioritized retrieving the curse data; his primary analytical objective was to extract the absolute biological unvarnished reality behind Kaguya's spawn event...
Yet, after continuously running countless predictive simulations, his internal logic loops consistently concluded that outputting that highly specific inquiry would spawn a catastrophically, astronomically awkward environmental matrix. It flawlessly mirrored the aesthetic of aggressively asking: 'Kaguya, exactly how did your biological framework successfully execute a pregnancy loop without engaging in standard reproductive protocols with a male entity, or alternatively, did your matrix covertly execute a sequence with...'
Consequently, despite countless operational cycles, his vocal apparatus had fundamentally failed to successfully deploy the question.
But analyzing the parameters of the curse... that specific inquiry should theoretically be cleared for output, correct? After all, this catastrophic anomaly specifically targeted Kaguya's direct biological descendants.
"Actually, evaluating the unvarnished reality, there is absolute zero operational necessity to initiate a verbal interrogation; my cognitive loops command enough empirical data to successfully calculate a highly probable, flawless deduction." Ryo let out a light, quiet sigh, because...
The cosmic starry sky projected such a profoundly, astronomically dazzling aesthetic. Exactly which distant celestial coordinate housed Kaguya's absolute hometown?