Sasuke finally manages to spark… and immediately tries to electrocute the house.
The commotion in the courtyard woke Mikoto, who had accidentally dozed off on the sofa while waiting for he sons.
She hurried out of the living room—and the moment he saw the two boys, he eyes instantly reddened.
One hand flew up to cover he mouth, tears already pooling.
But when he gaze landed on their sky-piercing hairstyles…
She completely lost it.
"Pfft—HAHAHAHA!"
"What is this? Did you two go out and get matching hairstyles for school tomorrow?"
Leaning against the doorframe, Mikoto laughed so hard he could barely stand, tears streaming down he face—half from lingering fear, half from pure amusement.
Sasuke had originally wanted to share the joy of becoming stronger.
But the instant he heard his motherrrrrr laughing, he subconsciously touched his hair—
—and turned as red as a freshly boiled shrimp.
He shrank into himself in mortifying embarrassment.
Kaito, unlike his pride-obsessed little brotherrrrrr, laughed openly and casually ruffled his own spiky hair.
"Well, Mom? How do we look?"
"Sasuke dragged me out to get the latest trendy perm."
"I DID NOT!!"
Sasuke exploded.
Kaito's exaggerated gestures, shameless tone, and Sasuke's furious denial combined into a flawless comedy act.
Mikoto laughed so hard he nearly slapped the floor.
If earlier he'd been laughing to ease he worry…
Now he was genuinely being entertained by he sons.
"Looks great—HAHAHAHA!"
Kaito had never been like Sasuke—always burdened by pride and a fragile ego.
Making his motherrrrrr laugh felt like a blessing.
A little embarrassment? Who cared.
Better to look silly in front of family than become a clown to strangers.
At least Mom would worry about you.
Strangers would only laugh.
Caught up in the mood, Kaito laughed along with he.
Even Sasuke's lips eventually twitched upward despite himself.
After reassuring their worried motherrrrrr, Kaito dragged Sasuke into the bathroom and scrubbed them clean.
By the time they returned to their room, it was already deep into the night.
Yet neithe of them felt sleepy.
Kaito sat cross-legged on the futon and lowered his voice.
"So… what was that electric thing just now?"
Sasuke had been waiting for this.
The kid puffed out his chest so hard his head nearly tipped backward, his grin impossible to suppress.
"Since you, as the younger brotherrrrrr, have sincerely asked…"
"…then I, as the older brotherrrrrr—"
THUNK.
Kaito's fist landed cleanly on his head.
A perfect bump swelled instantly.
Sasuke yelped and clutched his skull, all smugness evaporating.
"Kaito! Are you sick?!"
"We were just talking—why'd you hit me?!"
His eyes watered from the pain.
"Get to the point."
Kaito crossed his arms, expression cold and merciless.
If this brat kept posturing, Kaito had no problem administering furthe correction.
Then, recalling the earlier scene, Kaito added:
"And explain properly. Don't strike that 'taking-a-dump battle stance' and start yelling again."
"Mom's asleep."
Sasuke's so-called SaiKaito transformation had been genuinely painful to witness.
And with the clan disaster looming…
Kaito felt that if Sasuke kept screaming like that, he might actually summon a curse on the family.
Also—it was absurd beyond belief.
"W-What do you mean 'taking a dump'?!" Sasuke hissed angrily, then immediately lowered his voice.
"That's my new technique!"
Kaito lifted his chin slightly.
Go on. Show me.
Let's see what miracle you've invented.
"Watch carefully."
Sasuke kicked off the blanket and hopped out of bed, striking the exact same squat stance again.
This time, instead of roaring, he quietly went:
"Mm… mmm…"
He squatted hard, face turning beet red, while Kaito observed patiently.
Ten minutes passed.
Nothing happened.
Sasuke scratched his back six times.
Killed three mosquitoes.
Kaito yawned three times, stretched twice, and nearly fell asleep several times.
"Are you done yet?"
Kaito was losing patience.
It was already four in the morning. In a few hours, they'd have to wake up for school registration.
This body might be sturdier than his previous life, but it was still six years old.
All-nighters were not happening.
"Almost… almost…"
"That's the seventh 'almost' already!"
Kaito finally gave up, rolled his eyes, and flopped onto the bed.
Just as he was about to close his eyes—
A faint sound bruhed his ears.
Bzzz…
Electricity?!
Kaito snapped upright.
Thin blue arcs crawled over Sasuke's body—about three strands, hair-thin, sliding from top to bottom.
Sasuke felt it too.
Seeing Kaito's surprised expression, he felt deeply satisfied, as if he'd finally reclaimed lost dignity.
He even copied Kaito's usual deadpan face and declared proudly:
"Kaito. Speak."
The electricity lasted barely a heartbeat before fading completely.
Gone as if it had never existed.
Kaito's evaluation was brief—and merciless.
He'd thought Sasuke had unlocked something real.
Instead…
I waited half an hour for THIS?
He rolled over, pulled the blanket over his head, and refused to engage furthe.
"Hey—wait!"
"That one didn't count!"
"Wake up!"
Sasuke hurried to explain, but in Kaito's ears it sounded exactly like bad teammates saying:
"My lag spiked!"
"My mouse broke!"
Besides—
Even if Sasuke could spark a little electricity, it was hilariously useless.
He'd be better off learning properly from Kakashi later.
"Yeah, yeah, sure."
"I believe you. Go to sleep."
Kaito's voice came muffled from under the blanket.
Purely perfunctory.
Sasuke found it deeply insulting.
"I just ran out of charge! If I do it again, my Lightning chakra will refill!"
Kaito rolled onto his side, turning his back to him.
Again?
Was this idiot planning to live under a power pole permanently?
Sasuke finally snapped.
He stormed over to the corner, grabbed the hair dryer they'd used earlier, and Kaitoked out the cord.
Dragging the plug along the floor—
He headed straight for the wall socket.
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