I Am Fugaku Uchiha

Thinking about it caused him immense pain, let alone acting upon it. The mere thought of trying was agonizing enough to make him fear he might perish from the sheer intensity of it.

Killing Obito seemed like a quick fix, but he knew deep down it wouldn't solve everything. Even if Obito were gone, Konoha would still harbor suspicions towards the Uchiha.

Sure, he could muster the strength to leave Konoha behind with Mikoto, finding solace in a life away from prying eyes. But that didn't sit right with him.

Back in his previous life, he'd been nothing more than an employee, toiling away for years. But in this new existence as a transmigrator turned boss, he couldn't bear the thought of living a life that wasn't truly his own. 

 He had made a promise to someone, and he didn't have the face to break the contract. Or could he lead his clan to rebel?

He hadn't thought about this option, but the clan's rebelliousness was not very strong right now. It was impossible for him to lead such a group of people to a successful rebellion.

But then again, even if the clan rebelled and he succeeded with his own strength, Konoha would definitely suffer a lot of damage. It would be very painful. He guessed that the third ninja war would start soon, but what about the siege of Konoha by the four nations? Could Konoha, which had lost a lot of its vitality, resist the civil war? He doubted that.

I could save some people, but I couldn't save those thousands of people after all. No matter how strong I was, I was only one person. The number of people I could protect in the chaos was really limited.

His idea was to let them fight this war. He didn't want to waste his energy on that, especially since the Konoha heads had no intention of doing it now. He didn't think about becoming a Hokage.

How tiring would that be? He didn't have any ambitions for now. He just wanted to protect Uchiha and live a free life. He didn't care about the war or anything like that. He wished it would go to hell.

In the past three months, he has held two high-level meetings in Konoha as the Uchiha clan head. He had met the Third Hokage, Danzo, and the two advisors, Koharu and Mito. He felt no excitement about that. Maybe he had gotten used to the identity and status of Uchiha Fugaku.

"Hey, Mikoto, what's wrong with you?" He asked with a puzzled expression. Fugaku on the tatami mat and looked at Mikoto, who had suddenly left. Mikoto came back after a while and waved her hand.

"No, it's nothing. It's just… I'm afraid I won't be able to do it for a while." She blushed before she finished her sentence.

"Is it…" Fugaku was stunned. As a young man from the twenty-first century, how could he not know what was going on? Was he going to be a father? This was his flesh and blood in this world.

"Haha…" Fugaku picked up Mikoto and spun her around happily. "How far along are you?"

"Almost two months." Mikoto said shyly. Fugaku smiled from the bottom of his heart for the first time since he came to this world. He touched Mikoto's stomach and felt an indescribable connection.

Hey! Wait, this child was definitely his own. But would this kid still be the Itachi?

Mikoto looked at her husband, and She wonder, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's alright. Hahaha, I'm just so happy," Fugaku chuckled.

Unable to resist, he pulled Mikoto into his embrace, pressed his lips against hers, and gently pushed her down onto the tatami mat in the living room.

In that moment, he didn't care whether the child was Itachi.

"Mmm..." Mikoto tried to speak, but her words were muffled by Fugaku's kiss, leaving her unable to utter a sound.

Fugaku's hand wandered beneath her clothes, caressing her tenderly for a long while. Their lips parted, and he showered her with kisses, his passion burning fiercely.

Seeing the desire in Fugaku's eyes, Mikoto realized his intentions and quickly stopped him from going further. "No... the child..."

Fugaku smirked. "Don't worry, it won't harm the baby."

With those words, Fugaku gently guided Mikoto's head down with his hand. Mikoto was taken aback but instantly understood his meaning. Her face flushed crimson, but she timidly reached out and held him.

"Come on."

"Hmm..."

As she took him in, Fugaku felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over him.

After a while, the room was filled with the sound of their passionate moans.

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Fugaku sat up, depressed. What kind of bloodline ? It can't satisfy the libido at all.s

Seeing Mikoto's flushed face and her rubbing her cheeks, Fugaku felt too embarrassed to let her continue.

"...Sorry," Mikoto muttered, clearly frustrated.

She couldn't fulfill his needs. After all this time, she had realized Fugaku's desires were very strong. She exhausted herself every time, and now she was even considering finding someone else to share it with.

But she was too embarrassed to bring it up. They had only been married for three months, after all.

Plus, considering the time, with pregnancy and postpartum recovery, it would be at least ten months before they could resume their intimacy.

Fugaku looked at his wife, and his gloomy mood lifted instantly. He comforted her, "It's okay. Don't apologize. Just rest. Don't worry about cooking. I'll find a female ninja from the clan tomorrow to take care of you."

His concern brought a slight smile to Mikoto's face.

"Hehe, don't dwell on it. Let's go for a walk outside," Fugaku suggested, brushing her hair aside with a smile.

"Okay, wait for me. I'll go gargle," Mikoto replied, heading off to freshen up.