Naruto: I'm Really Not an Evil Uchiha!

Recently, it seems to have gotten worse. I originally planned to visit the hospital in a few days, but hearing that Shimizu had studied under Nono Yakushi, I thought I'd let him take a look first.

"Feeling cold all over, right?"

"Yes."

Mikoto seemed to recall something and appeared a little embarrassed.

Because of this condition, she had not been intimate with Fugaku. Once her body was regulated, she needed to conceive a child as soon as possible.

"I understand."

Shimizu nodded.

It was merely temporary coldness in the womb caused by chakra imbalance.

During chakra refinement, one of the meridians in the abdomen was blocked, and a portion of chakra had been perpetually consumed there.

Over time, this additional chakra consumption had impacted her body.

Shimizu now understood why Itachi had not been born yet.

The condition caused a chill that influenced intimacy. Women experiencing it tended to feel cold, and given that Uchiha Fugaku wasn't particularly affectionate, being ambitious in his prime, Shimizu guessed Fugaku hadn't even brought up such matters.

"Lie down somewhere, Mikoto."

"Alright."

Seeing Shimizu's serious demeanor, Mikoto instinctively nodded and lay down on the sofa in the living room.

"Expose your abdomen."

"Is it necessary?"

Mikoto appeared slightly hesitant, a faint blush blooming under her fair skin.

As a traditional wife, exposing her abdomen in front of a man made her feel somewhat shy.

"I can work through your clothing, but it will consume more chakra."

Shimizu shook his head, his hand emitting a soft green glow as chakra gathered in his palm.

A warmth spread across her abdomen, prompting an involuntary gasp from Mikoto.

Shimizu continued to channel his chakra, directing it to the blocked meridian.

The medical chakra techniques developed at Konoha Hospital were quite advanced. Unlike his previous life, where medications were required for healing, here, chakra could achieve the same effects—even curing cancer was much easier.

"If you sense my chakra, don't resist it. Relax your body completely."

Mikoto nodded, allowing her tense body to loosen up.

Shimizu's chakra depleted rapidly, nearly one-third was consumed in less than a minute.

The jutsu itself didn't typically require such an amount of chakra. However, Shimizu was carefully allowing the chakra to seep into Mikoto's meridian system, ensuring she felt comfortable.

His chakra reserves far exceeded those of his peers, nearing Kakashi Hatake's level.

If the Kakashi from Part 1 of the story were used as a unit of chakra measurement, Shimizu currently had 0.9 Kakashi worth of chakra—an impressive feat, considering it was the result of just two years of growth. It matched the chakra reserves Kakashi had achieved over more than a decade.

While Kakashi was often teased for being low on chakra, even with the Sharingan's strain, he had at least as much chakra as an ordinary jōnin.

Still, chakra reserves alone did not determine strength; combat ability mattered more.

Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, despite possessing the most powerful chakra, often found herself on the receiving end of attacks—a typical case of someone with excessive resources but poor management skills.

Two minutes later, Shimizu withdrew his hand.

"Phew... It's done."

"Huh? That's it?"

Mikoto opened her eyes. The warmth she had just felt, akin to napping under the sun, had been immensely soothing.

When Shimizu suddenly pulled his hand away, the loss of warmth left her slightly reluctant.

"It'll still take some time to recover completely. I'll come by once every half month."

Shimizu smiled gently.

The condition was simple; it would only take two sessions to cure entirely.

But once she was fully healed, he'd lose his excuse to visit her.

For now, this ailment served as a pretext to establish a connection.

During the brief pause, Shimizu observed Mikoto closely, his gaze reflecting subtle emotions.

She appeared to be in her twenties, her features elegantly refined. Her delicate nose and petite lips were complemented by a touch of mature charm that enhanced her already impressive beauty.

As she rose from the sofa, her full figure shifted slightly, exuding an unmistakable allure—a blend of seasoned femininity and youthful vitality.

Perhaps due to her past as a jōnin, her skin was smooth and fair, like polished jade, showcasing her impeccable care.

Shimizu's gaze lingered briefly before he averted it.

There was no denying that Mikoto was an exceptional woman.

Unfortunately, she had married the wrong man, ultimately meeting a tragic end.

Mikoto, as a classic yamato nadeshiko, was devoted to supporting Fugaku as his wife.

But Fugaku's ambition had dragged her into the Uchiha clan's demise.

Had Fugaku been resolute in killing Itachi, Mikoto might have resisted.

At her prime, like a ripened fruit, she had perished prematurely.

What Fugaku discarded, Shimizu was determined to cherish.

Moreover, given Fugaku's disregard for his clansmen, Shimizu felt no obligation to watch Mikoto fall deeper into despair.

If needed, Mikoto could become the key to countering Fugaku.

"If Fugaku doesn't treasure her, I will."

Shimizu mused silently.

And if Itachi's birth were obstructed, could he still come into the world?

Shimizu was intrigued by the answer.

Afternoon

At the Hokage's office...

Hiruzen Sarutobi stared at an application in silence.

After a while, he set it down—a request for early graduation submitted by Uchiha Shimizu, brought to him by Shimizu's chūnin instructor ten minutes earlier.

"Asuma, I'll leave this matter to you."

"Got it. Stop assigning me these troublesome tasks."

Outside, Asuma Sarutobi left the office with a disgruntled expression.

Hiruzen exhaled a puff of smoke, gazing at the drifting tendrils.

"Have I failed so much as a father?"

He wanted his son to grow into an exceptional shinobi, and paving his path was part of that effort.

But Asuma's rebellious streak gave Hiruzen constant headaches.

Asuma, already far from earshot, did not hear his father's muttered regrets. Instead, he inwardly grumbled about the old man.

The same father who had never called him to the office before had suddenly summoned him for an errand.

He had thought it might be for some honor or recognition, only to find it was just another mission assignment.

Now, tasked with probing Shimizu's views on the Will of Fire, Asuma found himself stuck.

"How should I know if Shimizu has the Will of Fire or not?"

Unfamiliar with Shimizu, Asuma saw the mission as yet another annoyance.

And it disrupted his plans to invite Kurenai to dinner, leaving him no time at all.

Suddenly, inspiration struck him.

"Got it!"

Asuma's face brightened as he devised a way to handle both tasks.

Quickening his pace, he darted through Konoha's bustling streets, heading to find Kurenai.

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