Reunions

After several months of residing in the Land of Whirlpool, Yujiro found himself immersed in the intricate world of Fuinjutsu. His days were filled with rigorous training and studying the art of sealing techniques, all under the guidance of Mito, a spirited Uzumaki Clan member who had become his mentor.

Initially, Yujiro had held grandiose ambitions of mastering the battle seals, envisioning himself as a formidable force on the battlefield, capable of unleashing devastating attacks and impenetrable defenses with the flick of a wrist. However, to his dismay, he discovered that his aptitude for these particular seals was far from impressive.

Mito had patiently taught him the intricacies of Fuinjutsu, explaining the various categories of seals the Uzumaki Clan excelled in.

Battle seals were but one facet; there were also utility seals, barrier seals, and many more. Utility seals, in particular, caught Yujiro's attention as he realized they offered an avenue where he could shine.

While his proficiency in battle seals left much to be desired, Yujiro found solace in his ability to create and manipulate utility seals. Over the months of dedicated practice, he honed his skills and successfully crafted a plethora of utility seals that Mito taught him, each designed to serve a specific purpose.

The possibilities that unfolded before him were intriguing. With utility seals, he could store vast quantities of materials and weapons, enabling him to amass resources beyond imagination.

His vision was grand: to reshape the very landscape of the Land of Whirlpool to his liking, ensuring an abundant supply of resources for future endeavors.

As Yujiro daydreamed about the fortress he would construct, Mito couldn't help but observe his expression, which seemed to alternate between profound contemplation and an almost manic grin.

'Doesn't he realize he looks utterly terrifying when he grins like that?' she mused, chuckling inwardly.

'How did he manage to win over those two women with such a sinister smile?'

Curious about what had ignited his enthusiasm, Mito inquired, "You seem unusually ecstatic, Yujiro-san. What has you in such high spirits?"

With a start, Yujiro snapped out of his reverie, his grin transforming into a sly smile. "It's nothing, just some future plans for the Land of Whirlpool.

If I stumble upon some revelations, I might expedite my little project."

Mito nodded, content with his response. "Are you all set for your journey to Konohagakure, Yujiro-san?"

With a nod, Yujiro affirmed, "Yes, I've packed all I need. I can't wait to see my 'offspring.' I hope they bring as much excitement as my previous ones!"

With their preparations complete, Yujiro and Mito set off from the Land of Whirlpool, their chakra-enhanced leaps carrying them through the lush forest and over hills. Mito was undoubtedly fast, but Yujiro's impatience had no room for leisurely travel.

At a certain point along their journey, Yujiro abruptly halted, causing Mito to look at him quizzically. He proposed an idea, a somewhat unconventional one that intrigued her curiosity.

"Wait for a moment, Mito. I think I've found a way to shorten our journey," he declared with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Puzzled but intrigued, Mito complied with his request to stop. She wanted to witness whatever plan Yujiro had concocted, even if it defied conventional expectations.

Without any further explanation, Yujiro swiftly wrapped his arm around her waist, causing Mito to yelp in surprise.

"What're you doing Yujiro-san? Mou, release me!"

But her protests and questions were met with a cheeky grin from the ever-confident Hanma Yujiro.

"Clasp onto me tightly, Mito!" he instructed her before lifting his glaive high into the air. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself for what was about to unfold.

With the glaive poised and Mito in his firm grip, Yujiro inquired about the direction to Konohagakure. Mito pointed the way, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

"Em, it was that way, I think?  What's your plan, Yujiro-san? Don't tell me..."

Yujiro's grin widened as he confirmed her suspicions. "Indeed, Mito. It's always a good idea to have a brilliant mind around."

And with that, he flung his glaive with every ounce of his prodigious strength, laughing with pure exhilaration as he leaped onto the weapon, using it as a makeshift mode of transport.

"Uhahaha, this is fun!"

As they hurtled through the forest at a dizzying speed, Mito's initial shock gave way to dread and a chorus of frightened screams.

"Yujiro!! Aaaaaaaaa!!"

While Yujiro reveled in the sensation of this unorthodox journey, Mito couldn't help but wonder in her mind if there was any limit to the surprises the enigmatic warrior had in store.

...

Back in Konohagakure, the village was a hive of activity. Villagers worked tirelessly, constructing various structures that would bolster the village's defenses. Massive walls were being erected, encircling the village and creating a formidable barrier against potential invaders.

This idea had been born from a recent meeting where the village's leaders decided it was necessary to prepare for any potential threats from rival villages. It was a collaborative effort, with Hashirama lending his unique Mokuton abilities to create the pillars and the base for the massive walls.

Tobirama, ever the strategic thinker, was in charge of delegating tasks to the workers, ensuring that the construction proceeded efficiently. He had a keen mind for organization and logistics, which made him invaluable in this endeavor.

Meanwhile, Madara and Izuna were diligently patrolling the village's territory alongside their clansmen. The Uchiha brothers were always vigilant, ever ready to defend their home from any potential threat.

As the villagers worked diligently on the walls' construction, they were suddenly jolted by a series of thunderous sonic booms that echoed through the air. It was a sound unlike anything they had heard before, and it sent shockwaves through the village.

Hashirama and Tobirama, immediately on alert, scanned the skies, trying to pinpoint the source of the deafening noise. The source was soon located, but what they saw left them stunned.

Hashirama summoned his Mokuton, creating a massive tree that granted him a better vantage point. His eyes widened with exhilaration as he pointed toward the approaching figures, unable to contain his excitement.

"YUJIRO! MITO! Hahahaha!"

Yujiro, perched atop his glaive, spotted Konohagakure and Hashirama below. He couldn't help but break into laughter at the unexpected reunion.

"HASHIRAMA! Hahahaha!"

Mito, who had finally ceased her screaming, realized they were hurtling toward the village with no means of stopping.

"OI, YUJIRO-SAN! STOP THE GODDAMN GLAIVE!"

Tobirama, initially bewildered by the chaotic situation, snapped out of his daze and shouted at his brother, "Ani-chan! Don't just laugh, you idiot!"

Hashirama, still laughing heartily, focused his Mokuton abilities to create a massive dome-like structure resembling a dragon's face, designed to slow down Yujiro's glaive.

"Mokuton: Hobi no Jutsu (Wood Expulsion Technique)!"

Just as a catastrophic collision between Yujiro's glaive and Hashirama's structure seemed inevitable, Yujiro made a split-second decision. He leaped off the glaive, leaving Mito momentarily suspended in the air before he deftly caught her in his arms.

They landed with a thud just before Hashirama's makeshift defense, cracking the ground beneath them with their arrival. Yujiro greeted Hashirama with a grin, while Mito, somewhat disheveled, harrumphed and complained under her breath, "What a rough way to treat a lady, hmph!"

She straightened her kimono and patted it to rid it of dust and debris, sighing as she regained her composure. Mito then joined Yujiro in offering greetings to Hashirama.

Hashirama's laughter had subsided somewhat, and he warmly welcomed both of them back to the village. As they walked through the bustling streets, catching up and sharing stories, Hashirama couldn't shake the feeling that he had forgotten something important. However, the joy of their reunion took precedence, and he simply shrugged it off.

Within the protective dome-like structure, Tobirama and the workers frantically palpated the walls, their voices raised in concern and panic.

"ANI-CHAN!!"

"""HASHIRAMA-SAMA"""

...

After Yujiro and Mito had settled into their accommodation in Konohagakure, they couldn't help but overhear Hashirama's booming voice from outside.

He shouted, "Damn, I forget about Tobirama and the workers! Hahahaha! Get some rest, you two; I need to apologize to them for my blunder."

Yujiro simply laughed and waved his hand dismissively, signaling for Hashirama to go and free his unfortunate brother. Before Hashirama left, Yujiro also reminded him to bring Madara along tonight, emphasizing their need for a gathering and some drinks.

"Oi, Hashirama! Let's have some drinks tonight, and don't forget to bring Madara too."

Hashirama nodded with enthusiasm, promising that he would come to join them. With that, he walked away to attend to his duty, leaving Yujiro and Mito to their own devices.

Yujiro turned to Mito, asking her if she wanted to accompany him when he went to meet his women. However, Mito, still exhausted from her adventurous and screaming-filled glaive ride, expressed her need for some much-needed rest.

Without further ado, she slammed the door shut, leaving Yujiro outside.

Yujiro shrugged, not one to insist on the matter, and decided to head over to Yuko's tobacco shop, as he knew her location. However, he realized that he didn't even know his first woman's name, let alone her location within the vast village.

Nonetheless, Yujiro wasn't too concerned; he figured he would eventually come across her as long as she was still in Konohagakure.

When Yujiro arrived at Yuko's tobacco shop and entered, he immediately called out his lover's name, "Yuko!"

Then, he saw a tall, pale-complexioned woman with knee-length black hair. Her hair was layered intricately, with bangs that partially obscured her eyebrows, another layer reaching down to her jaw, one to her hips, and a final layer cascading all the way to her knees.

Her eyes, typically turquoise, now appeared to shift between shades of purple and red, indicating some secret changes during their time apart.

What caught Yujiro's attention even more was the size of her belly, which had swelled significantly, much like a baby's growth spurt during the ninth month of pregnancy. Yujiro felt elated as he discerned the robust and vigorous growth of his offspring in her.

Yuko, stunned by his sudden reappearance, had thought she would be raising their child alone. After missing her period and experiencing early signs of pregnancy, she had come to terms with the situation, assuming that Yujiro would never return.

But now, seeing him before her, she was conflicted, wondering if he knew about her pregnancy or even cared.

"Hi, Yujiro. What do you want?" Yuko inquired with a strained smile, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Yujiro, upon seeing her gravid state, couldn't help but grin widely as he approached her.

He then declared, "This is my baby, right? I came here to bring you to the Land of Whirlpool. I want to establish my Clan, and you, Yuko, will be my woman!"

Yuko was momentarily taken aback, her confusion evident as she stammered, "Huh?"

Yujiro remained seemingly unfazed by Yuko's evident emotional turmoil, instructing her to gather her belongings and entourage for the journey to the Land of Whirlpool. His indifference was palpable, and it only further perplexed and frustrated Yuko.

Yuko, in stark contrast, was known for her open-mindedness and respect for all beings, regardless of their nature. To her, the notions of good and evil were human constructs, and they didn't readily apply to all situations.

She often shared her thoughts and opinions with her entourage and servants. However, even among friends, Yuko retained a sense of restraint, not wanting to burden others with her own inner struggles.

The complexity of her emotions toward Yujiro stemmed from their brief encounter, during which she had bore his child. She had been drawn to his imposing presence, his extraordinary musculature that was a rarity in their land.

Her decision to spend a night with him had been a spontaneous one.

Yet, Yujiro's extended absence during her pregnancy had led her to relinquish hope of raising their child together. This uncertainty left her feeling conflicted about how to act and react in his presence.

Frustration eventually boiled over as she demanded answers, shouting, "What do you mean I need to go to the Land of Whirlpool?! Don't you have something to say to me? Where have you been, Yujiro?"

Yujiro, however, met her gaze with a deep and unwavering stare, which seemed to penetrate through her confusion, disappointment, and worries.

He continued to lock eyes with her, his thoughts wandering back to his life on Earth, the softening of his demeanor in his later years, and the realization that only his own blood could provide any form of excitement after he reached the top.

As he finished reminiscing, he spoke in a soft yet commanding tone, "I want you, Yuko, to be my woman in the Land of Whirlpool. I will take care of you, our child, your entourage, your servants, and your business. The choice is yours; do you want to come with me or not?"

His expression shifted slightly to a more serious one, and his wild mane of hair seemed to dance with his newfound intensity.

"Regardless of your choice, the child will come with me. He will be safer with me, and I will raise him to be stronger than anything your mind can conceive, Yuko."

Yuko felt shaken to her core by the intensity of Yujiro's gaze and the weight of his words. Her emotions remained in turmoil, and she found herself torn.

"I won't lie to you, Yujiro," she began, her voice filled with uncertainty, "because you are very important to me as the father of my child. I can set aside my pride and follow you, but what can you promise me in return?"

Yujiro smirked and took her hand, his voice lowering to a near whisper. "Anything, Yuko. You can have anything you desire."

Despite her doubts, Yuko found herself slowly relenting. People often warned about the deceitful nature of the devil's promises, built on lies and shattered dreams.

Yet, considering Yujiro's reputation as strong as the leaders of Konohagakure, Hashirama and Madara, she couldn't entirely dismiss the possibilities.

Sighing with a mix of resignation and hope, she remarked, "I hope I will not regret this."

"You will not, Yuko. Hahahaha!"