Chapter 109: You're Wrong—I'm Not Interested in the Sharingan!
Oborotsuki moved like lightning, instantly closing the distance and clamping one hand over Mikoto's mouth.
He saw the beautiful woman's face drain of color, her body trembling instinctively.
If he hadn't acted quickly, she probably would have screamed.
"Don't panic—it's me."
Oborotsuki quickly reassured her.
At the same time, he took the opportunity to cop a feel.
Under Mikoto's wide-eyed, furious, and humiliated stare, he retreated half a step with a cheeky grin.
"You… why are you back again?"
Mikoto frowned. Compared to the man's earlier bold and offensive touch, what worried her far more now was his purpose for appearing so suddenly.
She had just been thinking about him—and here he was.
"I saw how worried you looked earlier. Clearly the Uchiha clan is in serious trouble, right?"
Oborotsuki stared at Mikoto with a half-smiling, half-teasing expression.
"…No, you're overthinking it."
Mikoto instinctively lied.
She didn't want Oborotsuki to see through her thoughts.
At the same time, she didn't want him to be right about everything.
Because Mikoto hadn't forgotten the bet she made with this man.
If she lost, wouldn't he make some unreasonable demand of her?
No—most likely he would.
Just look at how bold and dangerous his actions had been earlier!
What kind of normal man would dare do something like that to her?
Mikoto's mind was in chaos, wild thoughts swirling nonstop.
Every time she saw Oborotsuki, she felt a deep sense of unease. This man was mysterious—and terrifyingly powerful.
He could enter the Uchiha compound as if it were his own backyard.
She was at least a jōnin, yet in front of him, she had no chance to resist.
That fact alone was enough to inspire fear.
If he ever decided to harm her—or little Sasuke—no one in the entire Uchiha clan could stop him right now…
"You don't need to be so tense. Do you really distrust me that much?"
Oborotsuki saw through Mikoto's anxiety with a single glance. He smiled faintly and tried to step closer to help her relax.
But the small movement triggered her fight-or-flight response. She immediately retreated two full steps:
"We… we should keep this distance for talking…"
Mikoto warned him seriously.
"So that's why you lied to me?"
Oborotsuki completely ignored her warning and continued walking toward her as if nothing was wrong.
Mikoto's body stiffened, as though she had been petrified. Her muscles locked up; she couldn't move at all.
She could only watch helplessly as Oborotsuki came up behind her. Then a pair of strong hands settled on her shoulders.
"What exactly… do you want?"
"This is the Uchiha compound! Don't do anything reckless! Hōzuki Oborotsuki…"
Mikoto issued another tense warning.
"Am I being reckless?"
"I'm just trying to ease your tension. Your nerves are too wound up."
Oborotsuki gave a small smile.
He gently began massaging her shoulders.
And surprisingly… Mikoto gradually relaxed.
Because she realized he truly didn't seem to intend anything more—no other excessive movements.
"It looks like… you know again."
Mikoto sighed.
She casually stepped forward two paces, slipping out from under his hands.
Turning to face him, she said:
"Yes. The relationship between the Uchiha clan and Konoha has reached a breaking point."
"You said last time that you could help us resolve this trouble. May I ask how you plan to help?"
Every day she saw her husband Fugaku looking increasingly haggard and anxious. Mikoto couldn't bear it.
The clan members were constantly coming and going, and all the talk was about the recent conflicts with the village—especially the growing friction between villagers and the Uchiha police force.
Even if she tried, Mikoto couldn't avoid hearing it.
She didn't know how to help Fugaku ease his burdens at work.
She didn't know how to restore the Uchiha clan's standing in the village's trust.
Facing Oborotsuki now, Mikoto felt like she was grasping at straws.
She would ask and test him.
What if… this man really had a way to effectively help the Uchiha clan?
After all, he was so powerful that he even knew about the Uchiha's crisis with Konoha.
He clearly had reliable intelligence sources backing him up…
With that thought, a glimmer of hope appeared in Mikoto's beautiful eyes.
"I don't help people for free."
Oborotsuki looked at Mikoto with interest. He had already noticed the fleeting spark of expectation in her gaze.
"If you can truly help us resolve this crisis, the Uchiha clan will definitely pay you a very generous reward."
Mikoto answered without hesitation.
But then she saw Oborotsuki shake his head, and she froze:
"Shaking your head… what does that mean?"
"It means I'm not interested in money."
"The reward I want is something else."
Oborotsuki continued to look at the beautiful woman with a meaningful, teasing smile.
"If…"
Mikoto instinctively avoided Oborotsuki's burning gaze that felt almost scorching:
"If what you want is the power of the Uchiha clan's kekkei genkai, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
She had already guessed what this man truly wanted.
But she still desperately tried to steer the conversation toward more practical matters.
Compared to herself as a woman, the Sharingan—the Uchiha clan's kekkei genkai—was obviously far more valuable to Kirigakure.
Yes—at this moment, Mikoto believed that since Oborotsuki was from the Hōzuki clan of Kirigakure, the only reason he would come all this way to meddle in the Uchiha clan's affairs was because he had been sent by Kirigakure.
And of course, helping the Uchiha would come with conditions. During this time, Mikoto had thought it over repeatedly.
In the end, she concluded that Oborotsuki—or rather, Kirigakure—must want the power of the Uchiha clan's Sharingan.
Seeing Mikoto's serious yet blushing expression, Oborotsuki felt an unbearable itch in his heart.
"No, no, no—you're wrong. I have zero interest in the Sharingan."
"Do you remember what I said right before I left last time?"
Oborotsuki suddenly flashed behind her.
Then, in a lightning move, he grabbed hold of her "simple joy":
"I told you—next time I come back, I'll be collecting interest!"
Mikoto's body trembled violently, her face pale with shock. She turned her head in disbelief and looked at that roguish, handsome face.
"How… how can you treat me like this…"
Her words only made Oborotsuki bolder. He tightened his grip even more.
"You seem to be in quite a bit of discomfort?"
Oborotsuki asked with a grin.
Mikoto winced in pain, her expression a mix of suffering and humiliated fury. She shook her head desperately.
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