So, after spending some time with Mikoto—serving her breakfast when she ate, having some light talk in the morning—you know, the stuff a normal couple does.

Maybe some kissing was done, and maybe he had to take a shower in her home. Oh well, none of that mattered now, being several inches within her.

Oh well, not that he minded. She was quite cute.

When her cheeks flushed, he felt his heart skip.

Hm. He quite liked this woman. Tending to her felt nice. Oh well.

Hm. She didn't have any siblings, though, which meant when she awakened her MS, she would go blind. Well, finding a way to help prevent that just entered his to-do list.

He could clone her eyes and she could use them. If it was something about the soul, that was no biggie, as for some odd reason, he seemed way too freaking knowledgeable about soul-related issues—as if he was a master of that craft.

Anyway, after their morning date, where he was fed sweet stuff, he unfortunately had to report back to the ANBU to do his job and all.

Time skip.

ANBU Base.

OPERATION: STONEWALL BREACH

"Objective's simple," the commander said, voice dry behind his porcelain mask. "Intel sweep. You're not there to make noise—just confirm what we've heard."

The man then proceeded to tap Iwagakure's mark on the map.

"If they're bleeding internally, we need to know just how badly."

Standing to the side, Seijuro adjusted the strap of his fox mask. Oh, so this was what Konoha was watching. Hm. He was expecting as much.

If his guess was correct, they would be part of the delegation team to Iwa to negotiate the peace treaty and all, but their real goal was basically to find out how badly Iwa was getting fucked in the ass.

"Squad 5 will be in charge of the delegation to Iwa. On the surface, you are mainly there to be the Hokage's bodyguard. However, your main mission is to find out how bad the damage to Iwa is. Knowing this info will help us better formulate our terms."

Ie... better extort Iwa. It was quite easy to read between the lines.

Squad Alpha-5: Active

Fox – Seijuro (Squad lead. Illusionist. Psychological warfare.)

Deer – Shikaru Nara (Strategist. Shadow Paralysis.)

Wisp – Inoichi Yamanaka (Sensor. Interrogation Specialist.)

Eagle – Hikaru Hyūga (Byakugan Recon. Mid-range Support.)

Bull – Chōza Akimichi (Heavy offense. Defense wall. Carrier.)

Five masks. One purpose.

"You're all dismissed," the man said in a calm voice.

Oh well. That was it.

Welp. Time to go do what they were hired to do.

Seijuro sighed a bit. Welp. He had a mission to do, so he would do it.

Oh well. He would go take his weapons, see if they were sharp enough—test them out, one might say.

Also, speaking of Chidori, without the Sharingan or very good senses, it was kind of ass. So, he had to do some changes to it.

"Let's see if the tweaks hold."

He formed the familiar hand signs with lazy ease—tiger, horse, dragon, ox... then a foreign one, infused with his own seal technique. Chakra surged into his palm, but instead of the usual electric chirping of a Chidori—

BZZZZZT—BOOM!

Purple lightning exploded from his palm like the crackle of a raging god's breath. It wasn't erratic. It was... refined. Contained. Controlled. Like the difference between wildfire and a laser beam.

It hummed like a cursed prayer.

Seijuro hummed. "Not bad."

The technique pulsed rhythmically in his palm, compacted into a glowing sphere rather than a spearhead. No more tunnel vision, no more tracking issues. No more needing a damn Sharingan to not impale himself on the nearest tree.

"Purple Lightning"

A close-ranged jutsu that could practically bulldoze through anything that wasn't the Raikage. That guy was seriously tough, though Seijuro was sure if given more info, he would find a way to bypass the man's defense.

But for now, this jutsu could at least be used by people without dōjutsu abilities.

"Fancy light show."

Seijuro turned just enough to spot Shikaru Nara, leaned against the armory's wooden post like it owed him money. Arms folded, expression unreadable, and eyes so half-lidded it was unclear if he was even awake.

His Deer mask hung at his hip, swinging slightly in the wind.

"That new?" Shikaru asked dryly.

"Refinement," Seijuro answered, letting the last flickers of purple lightning fade from his palm. Crackle. Sssshhh. "Chidori's flawed unless you've got predictive vision. I optimized it. Traded the stabby-stabby for something more... paralyzy-paralyzy."

"Technical term, huh," Shikaru muttered.

Before Seijuro could answer, Chōza strolled over, clapping his enormous hands together.

"Guess quitting ANBU for a while did a lot for you, heh."

"...I had some time to think," Seijuro replied calmly.

From behind them, a new voice chimed in with the smugness of a man absolutely ready to instigate.

"Oh, I'm sure you had plenty of time to think~."

Enter: Inoichi Yamanaka. Mask tilted back like a headband, hair swept, tone teasing.

Seijuro stared at him flatly. "What are you on about now?"

"C'mon, don't play dumb." Inoichi leaned in like he was about to whisper sweet, scandalous nothings. "You're glowing. I'm telling you, that's the afterglow. Ain't no way you didn't—"

"Inoichi," Shikaru warned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"—get some, ya know what I'm sayin'?" Inoichi winked.

WHACK.

The collective sound of an Akimichi palm slapping the back of his head echoed like thunder.

"OW—!"

"I apologize for this idiot's existence," Shikaru said, deadpan.

Inoichi rubbed the growing bump on his scalp. "I ain't lyin' though! Look at him! Cheekbones visible, stress lines gone, lightning color changed to romantic purple—if that's not post-snuggle power-up, I don't know what is."

Seijuro exhaled slowly through his nose, weighing his options. Punch? Kick? Pretend to choke on air?

Instead, he shook his head.

"I'm happy," he said simply.

The squad blinked.

"In all honesty... it's because of Kushina. She's been smiling more. Making friends. And that's good. She shouldn't feel unwelcome here," he said in a rather calm voice.

The group fell silent for a moment, Inoichi's teasing face softening just a touch.

Shikaru smirked. "Told you it wasn't what you thought."

"Still think he got some," Inoichi mumbled, holding his bump.

Chōza just sighed. "He said it was Kushina, man."

"I know, I heard, but—like—emotional intimacy counts, okay?"

Hikaru, who had remained completely silent the whole time, finally muttered:

"...You guys are insufferable."

Though as the squad was getting ready for the mission, something clicked in Inoichi's mind...

Wait...

Seijuro didn't deny shit. He just switched the subject.

S/N Since Author is to pussy to say it, Seijuro was 8 inch deep in Mikoto, using light medical ninjutsu and lightning to make his shit vibrate in that bitch and also to activate all her pleasure glands.

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A/N Continue with this bs I will leak your shit.

I apologize for my outsburst