Underneath the tear mole on Hazuki's exquisite face, a hint of humiliation appeared.
This humiliation lingered in her heart like a shadow. Two bright red Sharingans emerged from Hazuki's eyes.
Each eye had two tomoe, it was clearly the Two-Tomoe Sharingan.
"Not bad, Sharingan."
Kiyoshi said calmly, without any other action.
When an Uchiha clansman is emotionally agitated, the Sharingan will involuntarily appear in their eyes.
The Sharingan that Hazuki had manifested showed the turmoil in her heart. However, Kiyoshi had no qualms.
Just like Natsu last time.
Family power and individual talent are both standards for social status.
The first Trait Kiyoshi had obtained, [Eloquence (White)], can have different effects based on social status according to these standards.
Although it's just a white Trait, it still has some effect. His talent is enough to give him the confidence to handle Hazuki.
In the future, surpassing Hazuki and having a place in the Uchiha clan would seem normal to others.
Graduating from ninja school in just a few months and shining brightly in the first two rounds of the Chunin Exams.
Many people are already comparing him to Kakashi, the son of White Fang.
Don't underestimate the title Son of White Fang.
Even the Daimyo's first reaction when Shikamaru suggested Kakashi as Hokage wasn't Kakashi of the Sharingan but Kakashi, the son of White Fang.
This is actually a synonym for talent.
In other words, Kiyoshi's future social status will be higher than Hazuki's.
Now, most people no longer say Kiyoshi is like Kakashi when they mention him. Instead, they use a parallel tone.
Hazuki's fingernails almost pierced her palm.
Finally, she whispered while slightly trembling, "Okay."
The wind outside the window stirred the sparse leaves, casting shadows that swayed uncertainly.
Hazuki's hand slowly lifted, her fingertips trembling slightly.
The rim of the cup touched her lips.
She closed her eyes, her breathing halting erratically for a moment, and finally, she gently took a sip.
She wanted to put it down, but then she saw Kiyoshi's playful gaze.
"Hazuki-nee is a bit picky, does it not suit your taste?"
Kiyoshi lowered his head and whispered in her ear.
A faint fragrance began to linger around Kiyoshi's nose. Kiyoshi used his index finger to lift her chin, looking down at Hazuki.
"No, it suits, it suits very well."
Hazuki took another deep breath, barely steadying her voice.
She lowered her head and continued to drink the tea.
The warm tea slid down her throat, but she couldn't feel the temperature. She only felt a chilling sensation.
Kiyoshi sized up Hazuki as she drank her tea.
Hazuki had smooth black hair, gently draped over her back.
Kneeling on the tatami mat, he could feel the plumpness of her rounded thighs. Hazuki was charming to say the least.
Kiyoshi looked her up and down with appreciative eyes.
Since she had given birth to a daughter like Izumi, Hazuki was naturally not bad looking.
Hazuki could feel Kiyoshi's gaze on her, and she couldn't help but get goosebumps.
She hated this direct gaze.
Very impolite.
It was as if he was treating her like a prop.
After a moment, Hazuki finished the cup of tea.
Thinking that Kiyoshi had previously drunk from this cup, Hazuki's stomach churned. She quickly suppressed this feeling.
Since Kiyoshi was watching, she couldn't reveal such an expression, let alone vomit.
"I've finished drinking."
Hazuki put down the teacup.
Her palm was pale from excessive force.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and the faint sound of the teacup being placed on the wooden table could still be heard.
Kiyoshi watched her, a faint smile flashing in his eyes.
"I've received your sincere apology, so where are the genjutsu scrolls?"
Kiyoshi reached out his hand and said.
Hazuki said, "I'll bring them to you tomorrow."
Kiyoshi said, "Don't just bring one."
Hearing Kiyoshi's attitude of letting the matter drop, the joy in Hazuki's heart finally began to break through the sorrow.
"Okay... I'll go back first, Kiyoshi."
Having said that, Hazuki quickly left.
Only Kiyoshi remained in the dilapidated living room.
"Hiss..."
The white snake flicked its tongue, wandering on the tatami mat, searching for a comfortable place.
Kiyoshi opened the sealing scroll on the table and saw that they were all standard chainmail.
Kiyoshi took out a set and put it on.
The chainmail was very light, and wearing it felt no different from putting on a layer of underwear.
'The first blue trait is coming soon.' Kiyoshi thought to himself.
Kiyoshi was very much looking forward to the upcoming blue trait, estimating that it would greatly increase his abilities.
Crack!
Kiyoshi heard the sound of the courtyard gate closing.
Kiyoshi cast his gaze over.
He had just taken advantage of Hazuki, causing the power of his right eye to begin to slowly rise.
Hazuki was secretly pleased that this was the end?
No, this was only the beginning.
Kiyoshi would not let go of an ATM that could help him advance his dojutsu.
The ATM only needs to obediently stay in place and wait to be withdrawn from.
How to withdraw is also a kind of wisdom.
And afterwards, it would not be limited to the current extent.
Kiyoshi would use more in-depth methods.
...
Naka Shrine
"How has Kiyoshi been adapting lately?" Fugaku looked at Mikoto and asked.
Kiyoshi had been here for some time and should be gradually building his bonds.
Mikoto said, "It should be good. I also saw a girl from the Hyuga clan going to see him."
"The Hyuga clan?"
Fugaku folded his arms, his fingertips gently tapping his elbow.
It was not uncommon for outsiders to come to the Uchiha clan.
As far as Fugaku knew, Obito, who had only been raised by his grandmother since he was a child, often saw outsiders.
A short-haired commoner girl often went to see Obito, and the two seemed to have a good relationship.
This was nothing.
Commoners would not have any impact on the Uchiha.
However, the Hyuga clan was different.
Apart from the Rinnegan' which only existed in stories, the Sharingan and Byakugan were successively mastered by their two clans.
It could easily cause some diplomatic incidents.
Even though the Uchiha were not afraid of any strong enemies, they did not want to create new enemies for themselves.
Judging from the thousand-year war between the Uchiha and the Senju, all that was left was pain and hatred.
"Did Kiyoshi offend them?" Fugaku asked.
Most clansmen were naturally arrogant and easily offended people, and the possibility of fighting was also high.
He had handled several such cases.
"It shouldn't be. That girl was also carrying a basket with pastries in it."
Mikoto slowly shook her head, her elegant and dignified face looking at Fugaku.
With her three-tomoe Sharingan, her normal vision was also very good.
She could see what was inside through the gaps in the basket.
"What about any Uchihas?"
"I haven't seen any yet."
Mikoto shook her head.
As soon as Kiyoshi returns home, he stays there to train.
Basically, only outsiders come to find him.