Naruto: Random Flying Thunder God Technique? Intercepting the Dark-Dark Fruit

"A promising talent. With proper nurturing, he will undoubtedly become a pillar of the village in the future."

Amidst the swirling smoke, Hiruzen Sarutobi's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

This power surprised him, but it was not enough to make him fearful.

His investigation stemmed primarily from his curiosity and his desire to cultivate talent.

Chapter 27 Embrace, Transmitted Once Again

The setting sun slowly sank behind the distant mountains, and orange-red rays of light spread across the sky.

"Xiao Jun, have you joined the Dark Division?"

Holding a small bag, Uchiha Mikoto stared blankly at the boy who opened the door for her, her gaze fixed on the brand-new gray-white ANBU vest.

This outfit would not be unfamiliar to her, given that she was a Jonin.

Some missions also involve cooperation between ordinary junior and jonin and ANBU ninja.

It can be said that almost all Jonin have had the experience of cooperating with Anbu ninjas.

The Dark Side is only secret in terms of mission details and personal information; the existence of this organization itself is not a secret.

"Yes, I just reported to the Dark Side base today."

Shiranui Sho had only been home for a short time, and had only just taken off her mask; she hadn't even changed out of her ANBU uniform yet.

"Wow, Xiao Jun is amazing! He actually passed the Dark Division's test!"

A strange light flickered in Mikoto's eyes, but she quickly put the bag she was carrying behind her back, looking somewhat embarrassed.

I had just passed by a fruit shop and bought some fresh fruit to share with the other person.

But faced with such a joyous occasion, it seemed that what she had in her hands was somewhat inadequate to present.

"The fruit that Sister Meiqin picks is always very sweet and fresh, so I'll accept it."

Xiao noticed her awkwardness and naturally put his hand behind her waist, his fingers brushing against Mikoto's fingers as he hooked the bag's handle and took the bag of fruit into his hand.

In the back and forth, his right hand inevitably touched the girl's soft waist.

The two sat down in the living room and chatted casually as usual.

As time went by, their conversation gradually faded.

After hesitating for a moment, Shiranui Sho still looked at that delicate, fair profile and asked directly, "Mikoto-nee, why do you seem a little down today?"

"No... okay, is it that obvious?"

Mikoto, who subconsciously wanted to deny it, was defeated by Shang Xiao's deep eyes, and the disappointed expression on her face could no longer be hidden.

Actually, it's nothing...

It is a joyous thing that Xiao Jun was able to join the Dark Division. I heard that members of the Dark Division are highly valued by the village and hold important positions after they retire.

But the thought of the high level of danger involved in working in the shadows, and the fact that we'll likely have much less time together in the future, still makes me feel a little sad.

As she spoke, Mikoto Uchiha's eyes reddened slightly, but not wanting to embarrass herself, she tried her best to hold back the stinging sensation in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Jun, isn't this a bit selfish of me..."

No.

Xiao slowly reached out his hands and embraced Mikoto's soft body.

The moment his arms gently rested on her shoulders, Mikoto's body stiffened slightly, but quickly became even more supple than usual.

Both of their bodies were trembling slightly.

This seemed to be the first time they had such intimate contact since they met.

Of course, this doesn't apply on the battlefield. When your life hangs by a thread, how can you possibly have any romantic thoughts?

Shiranui Sho's height was already the same as his opponent's.

Mikoto complied with his movements, eventually resting her head on his left shoulder, close to his neck.

Her smooth hair draped over Shiranui Sou's collarbone, not at all prickly, but rather like a smooth piece of silk.

The delicate fragrance from the girl's hair gently tickled his nose, seemingly close yet distant, as if there was always something missing.

So he silently lowered his head a little, stopping only when his cheek touched that little head.

The blush on Mikoto Uchiha's delicate face hadn't disappeared; instead, it had shifted from the corners of her eyes to her cheeks.

She could faintly hear the boy's strong heartbeat from where she was leaning, which seemed to make her heartbeat quicken as well.

A blush rose to her face from the shyness in her heart, but she dared not move, afraid that her slightest movement would be misinterpreted as displeasure and cause her to leave this warm embrace.

Shiranui Xiao suppressed the burning desire in his eyes. The softness of the girl in his arms almost made him forget the original purpose of this embrace. He said gently, "Mikoto's thoughts are not selfish. No one would think that way."

"In fact, Mikoto-nee's thoughts are the same as mine. When I first learned that I was going to the Anbu, I was also worried that I wouldn't be able to see Mikoto-nee often in the future."

"Really? You can't lie to your older sister~" Mikoto's cheeks flushed even more.

Shiranui Sho laughed and retorted, "When have I ever lied to you, Mikoto-nee?"

"No," Mikoto replied firmly.

From the moment he first met her on the battlefield and told her he would definitely help her escape, the boy never lied to her.

"Later, after learning a little about the Flag... Wolf Captain, I realized that the work of the Dark Division was actually somewhat different from what we had imagined."

The ANBU ninjas are not on call 24 hours a day. Instead, they only need to wear masks when taking turns protecting the Hokage and the village, or when carrying out special missions.

Aside from that, their time is entirely at their discretion, except in certain emergencies. They even have several days off each month specifically for this purpose, and their benefits are the best among all departments and units in Konoha.

As Shiranui Xiao spoke, her hand unconsciously began to caress Mikoto's fair and slender arm outside her short-sleeved shirt.

Mikoto, enduring the tingling, electric-like sensation in her arm, said in a slightly trembling voice, "Looking at it this way, it's not as bad as I thought..."

Shiranui Sou nodded slightly.

Although the Anbu are ruthless and decisive in killing, their welfare and benefits are arguably the most generous in Konoha.

Given the high mortality rate, it's impossible to force ninjas to join the Anbu solely through coercion and the Will of Fire.

"Besides, Mikoto knows my strength. Anbu missions are nothing to me," he added, dispelling Mikoto's last doubts.

"Yes, among the female ninjas of my age, Xiao-jun has always been known as a little genius~"

Under Xiao's somewhat reluctant gaze, Mikoto moved her head away from between his shoulder and chest, her delicate and pretty face flushed, and her beautiful eyes sparkling.

Upon hearing the meaning behind Mikoto's words, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Why not choose a nickname like "Little Genius"?

"Then I'll head back now, Xiao-jun. See you next time~"

The disappointment she felt not long ago was nowhere to be seen on Mikoto's face. After smiling and saying goodbye, the girl left the boy's house with light steps.

Shiranui Sho sat alone on the soft sofa, the faint fragrance of Mikoto still lingering on her shoulders.

The girl's soft hair, her supple waist... tonight, I'm destined to never forget this unforgettable touch.

Shiranui Sho sighed.

After taking a cold shower, he changed into his pajamas and went to the living room.

To divert his attention, his eyes subconsciously looked at the Flying Thunder God Technique inscription carved on the wall in front of him.

That was a mark left when he first practiced the Flying Thunder God Technique, and he simply used it as a teleportation point to go home without deliberately erasing it.

For the past week, he has glimpsed this Flying Thunder God Technique every time he returns home, and he has long since become accustomed to it.

But now it seems things have changed somewhat.

For some reason, when his eyes focused on the Flying Thunder God Technique, a strange feeling of enlightenment lingered in his heart.

He tried to activate his mysterious spatial perception, and the strange feeling was amplified once again!

Following this feeling, Shiranui Sho targeted the Flying Thunder God Technique in front of her, and with a slight thought, activated the Flying Thunder God Technique.

A flash of black light, and his figure vanished from the sofa.

Chapter 28 Sister Mikoto, I've met your ancestor!

A black light flashed, and when his spatial perception told him that Shiranui Sho had arrived, several black lines slid down his forehead.

All that met my eyes was pitch blackness.

This scene reminded him of the day he was transported to the wardrobe in his room by the Flying Thunder God.

"..."

No need for further words; silence is the loudest form of deafening.

"Did they send me another wardrobe?"

Shiranui Sho took a deep breath and couldn't help but think.

So, that strange feeling of sudden inspiration just now was entirely something he imagined on the sofa by himself?

However, Shiranui Sho soon noticed something was wrong.

First, there was a clear feedback from the spatial perception system; this was a space completely different from the one before.

Having traveled back and forth between the ninja world and the sea, he has been able to make a preliminary judgment on the subtle differences between different times and spaces.

Secondly, there is information received from one's other senses.

He was surrounded by darkness, but he could sense that his feet were not touching the ground or anything else; instead, he was floating in the space.

Good news, this time I wasn't sent to the closet by the Flying Thunder God Technique.

Bad news, I wonder which remote corner it has been sent to this time.

He waved his hands around, creating ripples in the dark space, and his body moved forward slightly as if submerged in water.

It's a very strange feeling.

It feels like being immersed in some kind of liquid, but it doesn't affect normal breathing.

Having mastered the method of movement within this space, Shiranui Sou is now planning to explore in another direction.

However, just as he was about to turn his head, a gaze that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar suddenly appeared from behind.

Accompanying this gaze is an overwhelming and ferocious momentum.

The surrounding space seemed to freeze in an instant.

No.

It's not just a feeling, it's a real freeze!

The moment Shiranui Sho sensed the danger, she tried to activate the Flying Thunder God Technique, but the Flying Thunder God Technique, which she had already mastered, did not respond at this moment.

His spatial awareness allowed him to perceive that the surrounding space had changed in the blink of an eye.

"Oops……"

The moment he realized what was happening, a layer of fine sweat appeared on his back.

Things took an unexpected turn.

He turned around with a slightly stiff expression, his gaze serious as he looked in the direction he had been facing away from.

Countless points of fluorescence, like fireflies, rose and swirled in the vast, empty space.

Surrounded by points of light, a solitary figure floated in the air, wearing a white robe embroidered with black magatama patterns.

She had pale skin, long blue-white hair that cascaded down her robe, two horns on the top of her head, a cool and exquisite face, and an aura that was both sacred and eerie.

At this moment, her pure white eyes slowly opened, her gaze indifferent yet tinged with a hint of doubt, as she stared expressionlessly at the stranger in the distance who was silently meeting her gaze.

When she finally saw the figure in front of her, Shiranui Sho's mind went completely blank.

He swallowed unconsciously, a shocking thought flashing through his mind.

Sister Mikoto, I've met your ancestor!

Kaguya Otsutsuki!

He might not recognize the Sage of Six Paths, Hagoromo Otsutsuki, or his younger brother, Hamura Otsutsuki, but he absolutely could not not recognize the figure in front of him.