Chapter 98 » Enhanced Cursed Seal of Heaven! Kushina: Mikoto, Your Skin Looks Even Fairer!
Kimimaro, engrossed in an intense battle, heard Yūsuke's voice. Instantly, he retracted all the bones in his body and, using the body flicker technique, appeared before him. His bright eyes brimmed with anticipation.
"Well done. Mangetsu has informed me of your recent strength increase. I'm very pleased." Yūsuke said with a gentle smile, patting the boy's white hair.
Praise is the most effective form of encouragement.
As expected, Kimimaro's face lit up with joy upon hearing the praise. Who doesn't appreciate being commended, especially by the person who guided them from darkness? For Kimimaro, no praise could elicit more happiness than a single word from Yūsuke.
"Lord Yūsuke! I-I-I'm your fan! I'm so excited!" Suigetsu stammered as he tremblingly approached.
This was his first time seeing the almighty Death God. The excitement in his heart was beyond words, causing him to stutter as he spoke.
"Come. Let me introduce you. This is Jūgo. From now on, he will form a new team with you two."
Kimimaro, Jūgo, and Suigetsu — if he didn't intervene, they would all end up following Orochimaru in the future.
Yūsuke looked at the three before him, a smile appearing on his face.
"Jūgo, Kimimaro can easily control your rampages. Come, try it with him." He gestured for the two to take the field.
"Yes!" Jūgo nodded, then took a deep breath.
The surface of his body once again turned dark brown. Then, a frenzied, violent aura immediately rushed forth!
"Hahaha!" Jūgo laughed maniacally as he lunged fiercely towards Kimimaro.
Standing his ground, Kimimaro merely gave a cold glance at Jūgo, who was roaring towards him like a fierce beast.
In the blink of an eye, just as Jūgo's fist was about to connect, Kimimaro activated his Shikotsumyaku! The terrifyingly hard bones easily neutralized the attack.
No matter how Jūgo attacked, he couldn't land a single hit on Kimimaro.
After about ten minutes, the natural energy concentrated in Jūgo's body was exhausted. Breathing heavily, he stared at Kimimaro in disbelief.
This young man had neutralized his attacks with such ease!
"It seems you're getting along quite well." Yūsuke nodded with great satisfaction, "Keep it up. Soon, there will be a time when you'll stand out on the battlefield."
These three combined were quite impressive: Kimimaro as the main attacker, Suigetsu providing support on the edges, and Jūgo attacking when needed and defending when necessary. Moreover, Jūgo could use the natural energy in his body to repair human cells.
When these three became even stronger, they would be a sharp blade indeed!
Yūsuke left with Mangetsu, heading to another training base. Inside, elite jōnin were honing their ninjutsu.
Unlike ninja from other villages who would rest and recuperate when wars ended or during peacetime, the Mist Village never stopped. After all, Kiri was renowned throughout the ninja world for its assassination techniques! The village's ninja constantly refined these skills. In such an atmosphere, even without large-scale wars, all ninja trained their ninjutsu and skills day after day.
The ANBU ninja were truly the elite of the elite. These exceptional shinobi represented the pinnacle of skill and dedication.
"Lord Yūsuke, the hundred elite ninja you requested have been assembled. We await your orders." Mangetsu said respectfully.
Yūsuke nodded, surveying the group of elite jōnin before him. A full century of carefully selected warriors stood at attention, their collective presence filling the plaza with a palpable aura of deadly intent.
"Open this and remove its contents." He instructed, handing Mangetsu a storage scroll from within his robes.
"At once!" Mangetsu complied without hesitation.
He unfurled the storage scroll on the ground and formed the necessary hand seals.
"Release!"
Poof~
As the white smoke cleared, it revealed a pristine white box. Upon opening it, they discovered one hundred neatly arranged vials of medicine, each emitting an eerie green glow.
"These vials contain my refined version of the Cursed Seal of Heaven — a potent curse seal technique. Upon injection, there's a 90% chance of death. However, those who survive will transcend their limits and gain formidable curse seal abilities."
"I offer you all a choice: stay and receive the injection, or leave. The decision is yours. Be warned, though — out of the hundred of you, only three to five may endure."
Yūsuke's voice carried no hint of emotion as he delivered these chilling words.
Even Mangetsu, standing nearby, was visibly shaken by this revelation. A survival rate of less than one in ten? The gravity of the situation struck him like a physical blow.
"I'll give you five minutes. Those who want to leave can quietly exit. I won't hold it against you. I keep my word."
After he finished speaking, Yūsuke turned around, his back facing the hundred elite Kiri ninjas.
Time ticked by slowly. The atmosphere in the plaza grew increasingly oppressive.
A survival rate of less than one in ten! This tested the resolve of every ninja present.
One minute passed.
Three minutes passed.
Five minutes were up.
Yūsuke turned around, his face filled with a gratified smile.
A hundred people! Not a single ninja had left! This was their loyalty and dedication to him!
"We offer our hearts to Lord Yūsuke!" Someone shouted thunderously.
Then, all hundred people roared in unison.
"We offer our hearts to Lord Yūsuke!!!"
Indeed! Everyone had already given their hearts to their lord long ago!
A one in ten survival rate? Even if it were certain death, no one would hesitate in the slightest!
"Good!" Yūsuke nodded with satisfaction. "Mangetsu, distribute them. Begin the injections!"
"Yes!" Mangetsu shouted, his eyes filled with determination.
He distributed all hundred vials. Then, without hesitation, these ninja injected the "Cursed Seal of Heaven" medicine into their own bodies.
Intense pain struck immediately! It was a feeling of unbearable agony, as if their bodies were being torn apart and their souls extracted. Then, violently crushed and pulverized, only to be kneaded back together.
This excruciating sensation lasted for a full half hour.
In the next moment, all hundred elite ninja shook off their fatigue, their bodies suddenly brimming with intense chakra!
They looked at each other in bewilderment, confusion evident on their faces. Hadn't they been told that only one in ten would survive?
Yet now, every ninja could feel the surging power within their bodies. Not a single person was injured, let alone dead.
"Lord Yūsuke... Wasn't it said that only one in ten people would be able to endure?" Mangetsu asked, his astonishment clear as he surveyed the scene before him.
Seeing this, Yūsuke pinched the bridge of his nose. Then he snapped his fingers, as if suddenly remembering something important.
"Perhaps I remembered incorrectly. After all, concocting this thing was quite mentally taxing."
He was telling the truth.
After bringing Jūgo back to Kirigakure, Yūsuke had immediately extracted the Curse Seal properties from his body. However, he had only replicated it, without damaging Jūgo's abilities.
Moreover, after a day and night of improvements, consuming a full million Villain Points, he had finally obtained the most perfect "Cursed Seal of Heaven" formula! And it was even an injectable curse seal power.
After all, Yūsuke couldn't bring himself to do what Orochimaru did — going around biting people's necks. He really couldn't stomach it.
Of course, if the target were a beautiful woman, that would be a different story...
Hearing his words, Mangetsu couldn't help but swallow hard.
Remembered incorrectly...
"Alright. You have now inherited the power of the Cursed Seal of Heaven. From now on, add curse seal training to your regimen. When the time comes, you hundred will lead new squads in mastering the curse seal." Yūsuke said with a smile.
After saying this, he left the place. He also needed to take advantage of this time to produce more Cursed Seal medicine.
Moreover, after his improvements to it, he could easily control these curse seal bearers. The purpose was to prevent ill-intentioned people from obtaining his power.
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Over the next month, Yūsuke's schedule became increasingly hectic.
By day, he toiled at the ANBU experimental base, perfecting the Cursed Seal of Heaven medicine. Nights found him back at ANBU headquarters, dividing his time between Mabui and Mikoto.
With Mabui, he'd review village affairs — and engage in some personal affairs as well. His visits to Mikoto involved "training sessions" focused on squats and riding exercises.
However, Yūsuke noticed a curious trend. His interactions with the beautiful Uchiha were yielding diminishing returns. Initially, he'd gain about ten thousand Villain Points per encounter. By month's end, that number had dwindled to a mere few thousand.
It seemed Mikoto had truly let go of her past attachments. Consequently, the system ceased tormenting Fugaku with green nightmares.
To his delight, she grew increasingly passionate and affectionate. After their last encounter, she even treated him to a thorough bath, attending to every inch of him — and seizing the opportunity for another moment of bliss.
This unexpected development cast Mikoto in a new light for him.
On this particular day at the ANBU base, Yūsuke heaved a sigh of relief.
After a month of relentless work, he'd produced about ten thousand doses of the "Cursed Seal of Heaven" medicine. He entrusted these to Mangetsu for safekeeping.
The medicine wasn't intended for ninjas above the half-Kage level. For those below, only the most loyal were selected for injection.
After leaving the ANBU base, Yūsuke stretched his body — something he hadn't done in a while. The past month had been utterly exhausting.
He had been constantly shuttling between three locations: the top floor of the ANBU headquarters, Mei's home, and the ANBU experimental base.
This grueling three-point routine had dominated his life for over a month.
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On the top floor of the ANBU headquarters.
For the past month, Tsunade had teetered on the brink of a breakdown, driven to near madness by Mikoto's nocturnal vocalizations.
"Can't you show a little restraint?" Tsunade, her eyes ringed with dark circles, confronted the contented woman in the kitchen.
Mikoto, busy preparing lunch, looked up in confusion.
"Lady Tsunade... is something wrong?"
"I'm talking about your nightly... activities!" Tsunade huffed, "I live right next door — do you have any idea what I've endured this past month?"
She pouted, adding in her mind.
'I'm a woman too, you know. Sometimes I feel like I'm about to explode, especially with you as my neighbor!"
Mikoto's cheeks flushed crimson. Lowering her gaze, she mumbled, "I... I'll try to be more discreet in the future..."
"It's not about discretion." Tsunade sighed, at a loss for words. After all, she couldn't truly fault Mikoto for this predicament.
The real culprit was Yūsuke — that damned Yūsuke Kamizuki!
"Something smells delicious~" Kushina's voice chimed in as she entered from the living room, her appetite instantly piqued by the kitchen's aroma.
"It'll be ready in a few minutes." Seeing her, Mikoto felt relieved, as if she'd found a savior.
"Mm-hmm." Kushina rubbed her stomach. Then, blinking curiously, she said, "But Mikoto, your skin looks even fairer this past month. Your face seems smoother and more radiant. Hmm... Your figure looks even better too."
She spoke with genuine interest.
"Do you have some secret?"
Despite their initial grievances, the women had grown accustomed to their situation over time. Whenever Yūsuke was absent, they'd become close friends, comfortable discussing anything.
"Not really..." Mikoto replied, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.
"Hehe, have you been secretly indulging in something delicious?" Kushina asked, her tone playfully accusatory.
"No... no..." Mikoto stammered. The mere mention of "indulging" brought to mind last night's bathroom incident, where soap had accidentally gotten involved...
Of course, this had nothing to do with food, but she couldn't explain that to Kushina.
"Kushina, this sort of thing... You'll understand in time." Tsunade said, massaging her temples wearily.
At that moment, a purple-haired girl entered.
"Lady Tsunade, sisters, the table is set."
This purple-haired girl was Yūgao Uzuki, whom Yūsuke had captured earlier. Recently, he had relocated her from the dungeon to the top floor of the ANBU headquarters.
"Alright." Tsunade nodded and walked out.
Despite their collective desire to kill Yūsuke, they found themselves constrained by their circumstances. Living under his roof left them no choice but to comply, quietly occupying this floor and tending to their daily needs.
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As night fell, Yūsuke found himself in a room atop the ANBU headquarters. Mikoto lay on him, their bodies intertwined, her fingers gently caressing his ear.
He felt a mix of contentment and resignation — this encounter had yielded a mere two thousand Villain Points.
The reason was clear: Mikoto's face, as she drifted into deep sleep, bore a look of utter satisfaction. The system had no more leverage.
Yūsuke dismissed these thoughts, his hand instinctively stroking Mikoto's hair. Her smile deepened in response.
His gaze shifted to the adjacent room. His X-ray vision pierced the wall effortlessly, prompting a sly smirk.
"Well, well…" He mused, "it seems our dear Tsunade isn't quite asleep after all..."
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