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

The ninja's keen sense of smell allowed him to detect the faint, sweet aroma emanating from it.

"These are sweets that Mikoto-nee made by hand, right? You've gone to so much trouble."

Shiranui Sho carefully straightened the wooden box to show how much she valued the gift.

"I've been learning how to do these things at home lately, after all, I can't keep my mind full of war and missions~"

Mikoto Uchiha smiled nonchalantly, her eyes crinkling as she gazed at the boy before her.

If ninjas are completely immersed in killing, they will suffer psychological trauma over time. Therefore, many ninjas relieve stress by doing other things between missions.

Some people like to go to the casino and bet everything, while others like to go to the bar and drink freely.

Of course, some people also enjoy arranging flowers and making desserts at home.

"Thank you, Mikoto-nee." Shiranui Sho said solemnly.

"Ah."

When faced with gratitude, Mikoto Uchiha found herself unsure how to react in a way that would appear more natural. In the end, she simply looked away casually, her small ears, hidden by her hair, turning a blush.

She stood up, her beautiful eyes scanning the small living room.

As a Jonin, Shiranui Sho's income level is already considered upper-class in Konoha Village, so she doesn't usually need to worry too much about material things.

However, since I live alone, there's no need to spend too much on living space.

"Xiao Jun lives alone, so his house is indeed very messy."

Uchiha Mikoto suddenly frowned slightly and said something that surprised Shiranui Sho.

Those eyes, which could see through everything on the battlefield, now took in every corner of the living room, and then looked at the room with the door open.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

Shiranui Sho noticed that Mikoto's breathing quickened for a moment when she looked into her room.

"That..."

Just as Shiranui Sho was about to say something, she was interrupted by Uchiha Mikoto's unyielding tone.

"There's really no other way, so let your older sister clean it up for you."

"what?"

Before anyone could react, Shiranui Sho watched as Uchiha Mikoto picked up a broom from the corner of the living room with her slender hands, making a move to walk into the room.

In this way, even the most thick-skinned person will feel a little embarrassed.

So, after realizing what was happening, he quickly ran to Mikoto's side, trying to snatch the broom away.

At this moment, Mikoto Uchiha's Jonin-level reflexes became apparent.

As Shiranui Xiao reached out, Mikoto had already switched the broom from her right hand to her left, while her right hand accurately grasped Shiranui Xiao's outstretched hand.

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding; their hands, which were about the same size, were interlocked by their fingers because of the angle between them.

The sudden sensation of coolness and warmth startled both of them, leaving them frozen in place.

After a few seconds, Shiranui Sho, regaining her senses, was the first to withdraw her hand. After clearing her throat, she said helplessly, "Mikoto-nee, shouldn't I do this myself?"

"You deserve a rest, your sister will clean up for you."

Mikoto Uchiha dared not meet the boy's gaze again. She gently pushed him back a little with her delicate hand, then picked up her broom and strode into the room.

After a soft, moderate sound, the room door was closed.

"I owe someone another favor..."

Looking at the tightly closed door, Shiranui Sho sighed helplessly.

However, he didn't care too much. After all, they had known each other for three or four years, and there were countless favors owed to each other.

"In that case, let's invite Mikoto to dinner next time as a thank you gift."

He made a decision.

If the young men in the Uchiha clan who secretly admire Mikoto knew about this idea, they probably wouldn't be able to resist coming up and punching him a couple of times.

The most beautiful woman in our Uchiha clan personally came to your door to clean, and you still want to invite her to dine alone? You want to eat and take things with you?!

Alone in the living room, not knowing what to do, his gaze once again fell on the Flying Thunder God mark that had just been engraved on the wall.

Of course, he hasn't learned the Flying Thunder God Technique yet, so calling this mark a chakra mark would be more appropriate.

Racing against time is his way of enduring hardship.

Take a deep breath, calm yourself down again, close your eyes, and use your senses to search for that ethereal space.

I thought it would be another fruitless attempt, but...

What is this, the wind?

A gentle breeze seemed to waft through his exposed neck and arms, even though the doors and windows were tightly shut inside.

The next second, the breeze turned into a storm.

No, this isn't wind at all!

The intense pulling and peeling sensation made his upright body appear distorted and blurred in an instant, and a strong sense of dizziness climbed into his head.

I did it!

Before disappearing from the spot, Shiranui Sou almost cried out in excitement.

The next instant, he will appear in front of the wall where the Flying Thunder God mark was just engraved, which is five meters away from his original position.

This means that the Flying Thunder God Technique has reappeared, and a new star will rise in the ninja world!

Even his good friend Minato probably couldn't have successfully activated the Flying Thunder God Technique on the very first day.

If the heavens had not given birth to Shiranui, the ninja world would have remained in eternal darkness!

You don't learn spatial ninjutsu, so you see me like a frog in a well looking up at the moon!

If you learn spatial ninjutsu, you will see me as a mayfly seeing the blue sky!

However, reality seems to be somewhat different?

When the illusory scene before me solidified again, it was not the familiar wall engraved with the Flying Thunder God mark, but a dark, narrow space.

Wait, where is this?

wardrobe?

Shiranui Xiao's joyful expression froze on her face.

Chapter 3 My Mikoto sister can't be like this!

Inside the room, Uchiha Mikoto leaned against the door, her right hand gently stroking the fabric of her purple kimono against her chest, her heart pounding.

On my fingertips, I could still faintly feel the sensation of our fingers interlocking.

The boy was three or four years younger than her, but his hands were already larger than hers, and the temperature was just right.

This is the second time they have held hands in the three years since they met.

The first time they met was three years ago on the battlefield.

There was no warmth, no romance, only war and fire, blood and tears.

At that time, her teammates were wiped out one after another, and in the end, she was left to fight two enemies alone.

At that time, although she was already a Jonin, she had only just crossed the threshold of that level of strength.

It is clear to the naked eye that this maneuvering is nothing more than a death throes.

When her life hung by a thread, Shiranui Sho, who was then just a Chunin, rushed into the battlefield, shielded her from the enemy's attacks, and pulled her hand from despair to hope.

However, it was quite an embarrassing situation back then.

Thinking of this, Uchiha Mikoto's wildly beating heart slowly calmed down. She chuckled, but then, afraid that the boy outside the door would hear, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

Exhausted, Shiranui Sho simply carried her on his shoulder like a sack during their escape.

She didn't want to be a burden to her fellow villagers and struggled several times to get Shiranui Sho to give up on her.

To calm her down, Shiranui Sho patted her several times forcefully.

Thinking of this, Mikoto Uchiha's fair face flushed red again.

"Xiaojun..."

Mikoto murmured Shiranui Sou's name softly as she walked lightly toward the wardrobe.

She didn't turn on the light. Although the light was dim, the sunlight streaming through the window onto the bed was enough to provide illumination.

She said she came in to clean the room, but she casually put the broom down in the corner next to the wardrobe and walked towards the wardrobe empty-handed.

There were two wardrobes, one on the left and one on the right. Mikoto opened the door of the left wardrobe, which was closer to her.

In the wardrobe on the left are the clothes that Shiranui Sho wears when she's not on a mission, as well as some loungewear.

Because he always used the same laundry detergent, the clothes in his closet smelled the same as he did.

Mikoto's delicate nose twitched, and a blush inexplicably crept onto her cheeks as she leaned forward toward the inside of the wardrobe.

……

"This is... my wardrobe?"

With the help of a sliver of light filtering through the gap in the wardrobe, Shiranui Sho managed to make out the ninja vest hanging beside her and the number on the inside of the vest.

Clearly, this was the wardrobe where he stored his ninja costumes and equipment.

He was convinced that work and life should be kept separate.

Although it is indeed difficult to clearly separate the two in the adult world, at least some sense of ritual should be maintained in life.

So he put his everyday clothes in the wardrobe next door, while ninja-related clothing was kept in this wardrobe.

Should we make up for it?

Shiranui Xiao felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

If I remember correctly, the Flying Thunder God mark was engraved in the living room, so how did it end up in the wardrobe in the bedroom?

Quite puzzled, he was about to push open the wardrobe door and go out when the noise coming from next door made him freeze in place.

"Xiaojun..."

Through the door of the wardrobe, one could faintly hear the absent-minded murmurings coming from the wardrobe next door.

Is it calling my name?

Wait a minute, isn't this tone a bit off?

And why is the first thing you do in my room to open the wardrobe?

Shiranui Sho's hand, which was about to push open the wardrobe door, froze in mid-air, her brain going blank.

Or perhaps, I just misheard?

"Xiao Jun, hiss..."

From the wardrobe next door, Mikoto's soft voice called his name again, but the suppressed volume meant she definitely didn't expect him, who should have been in the living room, to hear it.

Besides the name, there seemed to be a faint sound of someone taking a deep breath.

However, due to the angle of the wardrobe, Shiranui Akane was unable to see clearly what Uchiha Mikoto was doing through the gaps in the wardrobe.

Hiding in the closet next door, he felt like he was going to go numb.

What is this development...?

My Mikoto sister can't possibly be a pervert!!

At that moment, the wardrobe next door was open, and Mikoto's two delicate white feet, wearing beige slippers, stepped onto the tiled floor in front of the wardrobe.

Wearing an elegant purple kimono, she leaned slightly forward, gently holding a blouse in her hands, her small face lightly stroking it, her eyes dreamy.

"what!"

After realizing what she had done, Mikoto couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, a hint of clarity appearing in her dazed eyes.

"No, this can't be..."