The Faith System: Starting in Naruto World with Absolute Hypnosis

Hiroshi paused for a moment, then looked Haruto straight in the eyes, a new determination in his gaze.

"As far as necessary. Tell me what to do, and I will do it."

Haruto smiled, satisfied with the answer.

You won't have to do anything, my little Hiroshi, he thought inwardly, a slight smirk on his face.

"Good. Shall we start now?" he said, clapping his hands, his voice soft but full of implication.

Haruto paused for a moment, organizing his thoughts. He took a quiet breath before asking calmly, almost detached:

"Hiroshi, how often do you sleep with your wife?"

Hiroshi, taken aback, widened his eyes.

"Excuse me?" he stammered, his tone hesitant, revealing his discomfort.

Haruto, his expression turning colder, answered in a chilling voice:

"This is not a trick question, Hiroshi. How the hell do you expect me to save her without knowing more about her? I thought you trusted me?"

Hiroshi, realizing his mistake, immediately bowed deeply at 90 degrees and, with sincere voice, exclaimed:

"I'm sorry for doubting you, Miracle Doctor." He did not want to upset the only man who could save his wife.

Haruto softened his tone, speaking more gently but firmly:

"Then answer me."

Hesitant, Hiroshi lowered his eyes, torn between his embarrassment and respect for Haruto. The silence dragged on for a moment, his mind caught in the embarrassment and tension of the situation. Finally, he murmured, almost regretting it:

"Once to three times a month..."

Haruto listened carefully, then nodded slowly, as if the answer gave him some confirmation. His gaze locked on Hiroshi's with an intensity that made Hiroshi shiver, forcing him to lower his eyes, embarrassed. Though calm and thoughtful, Haruto couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and pity.

How could Hiroshi not cherish such a woman every day? How could he neglect her so much? Haruto didn't understand, couldn't understand how one could be so blind to the fortune of having her by their side.

A slight smile appeared on his lips, full of mischief and resignation. "Well, if he won't, I'll spoil her in his place. After all, I'm a doctor with a big heart," he thought, amused, before resuming a serious and grave expression.

"And when was the last time?" he demanded, his voice calm but firm.

Hiroshi blushed intensely. After a long silence, where he searched for words, he hesitantly, almost shyly, replied:

"Three weeks ago, I think..."

He swallowed hard, trying not to let his discomfort take over, but the situation was unavoidable. He felt exposed in front of Haruto, forced to reveal everything to allow him to help save his family.

A bitter smile formed on Haruto's lips, and he murmured, loud enough for his words to resonate:

"Just as I thought..."

Really incompetent, he thought inwardly, a touch of disdain crossing his mind.

Hiroshi felt a knot form in his stomach, a wave of worry flooded over him.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice betraying a discomfort he was struggling to contain.

Haruto leaned slightly forward, his piercing eyes seeming to look straight into Hiroshi's soul.

"Hiroshi, your bodily fluids are of very poor quality."

These words, absurd at first glance, hit Hiroshi like a slap. He widened his eyes, breath short, unable to hide his confusion.

"My… what?" he stammered, desperately hoping Haruto would give meaning to this brutal and incomprehensible statement.

Haruto remained impassive, his features marked with solemn gravity. He had spoken those words as an undeniable truth, something only he understood, leaving Hiroshi even more perplexed.

"Listen carefully," Haruto continued, "Every time you kiss or sleep with Hana, you're poisoning her slowly." These words fell like a guillotine. Hiroshi froze, his fists clenched so tightly that his joints turned white with tension.

"What are you talking about?" he finally managed to say, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and anger.

"How am I poisoning her?" His gaze flickered between Haruto and the empty space, desperately trying to make sense of what he had just heard. Haruto, still impassive, didn't give him a chance to catch his breath, ready to elaborate further.

"Your body, your fluids," Haruto continued relentlessly, each word weighing like a stone. "They are unbalanced. They contain too much yin energy, and it's not good for her." Hiroshi frowned, Haruto's words resonating strangely, incomprehensible yet filled with a gravity he couldn't ignore.

Haruto went on, his gaze dark and serious:

"Hana is more fragile than you. Her body is more receptive to what you transmit to her. And each intimate contact worsens her condition. If it continues..." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before concluding:

"You might kill her without even realizing it." Hiroshi, stunned, felt a shiver run down his spine. His lips trembled, trying to form words that refused to manifest. A silent terror settled in his mind as he realized that he was the cause of his wife's suffering.

Hiroshi, voice trembling and eyes shining with anxiety, asked:

"And… what am I supposed to do?" he stammered, his throat tight. "If I stay away from her, will that be enough to save her?"

Haruto shook his head slowly, a flash of sadness crossing his gaze.

"No, Hiroshi, it's not that simple," he replied solemnly. "Staying away from her won't change much now. Her condition is too advanced."

He took a moment to organize his thoughts, controlling the smile that threatened to betray his lips. Then, in a low, solemn voice, he continued:

"What she really needs to heal is prolonged contact, over several years, with bodily fluids of exceptional quality. Far beyond what an ordinary person could ever produce. This kind of vital energy, so rare, is only found in one man out of a million."

Hiroshi felt his heart grow heavier with each word, Haruto's words pulling him into a spiral of despair.

"One man out of a million..." he whispered, his lips trembling, his hands curling against his body. He seemed to fight against the idea, struggling to make sense of what he had just heard. "So… there's no hope left?"

Haruto gave an enigmatic smile, placing a hand almost brotherly on Hiroshi's shoulder.

"But you're lucky, Hiroshi," he said, his tone both solemn and slightly amused. "It just so happens that my body produces fluids of exceptional quality. That's how I became the Miracle Doctor, the best doctor in the world."

These words seemed to rekindle a glimmer of hope in Hiroshi's eyes, who lifted his head, a spark of relief crossing his gaze. But before he could formulate a response, Haruto raised a hand, interrupting him gently.

"But I won't do it."

Hiroshi felt his breath freeze.

"To heal Hana, I would need to be very... intimate with her," Haruto continued, his expression now bearing a mix of sincerity and feigned naivety. "And Hana is a married woman."

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle, before adding innocently:

"Plus, you would have to stop being intimate with her. And you know what will happen, Hiroshi... You'll start to think she's cheating on you. You'll become jealous, crazy with pain, while she's just... healing."

Haruto shrugged slightly, as if the situation was already settled in his mind.

"And I don't want to inflict that pain on you. I don't want to destroy your beautiful marriage."

His tone, almost childish, contrasted with the gravity of his proposals, while a candid smile stretched across his lips.

Hiroshi, devastated by the situation, collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling and his voice choked with anguish. He looked at Haruto with a desperate intensity.

"Please…" he whispered, his voice broken with pain. "I beg you, do it. I'm willing to do anything, anything, to save Hana. No matter what it takes."

He took a deep breath, his gaze full of hope, but also pleading. "If it means you have to be intimate with her to heal her, I won't stop you…" he added, his throat tight, lowering his eyes as if already accepting the loss of all dignity to save her.

Haruto remained silent for a moment. A devilish smile formed on his lips as he leaned slightly forward, the coldness of his voice echoing in the room.

"You don't understand, Hiroshi. If I agree to do this, everything will change. Not just for her, but for you too," he continued.

"I could be intimate with her to heal her, but there will be consequences. Not only will she be saved, but you'll lose everything you think you know about your marriage. You'll build illusions, let yourself be consumed by jealousy, and you'll end up thinking she's cheating on you…"

Hiroshi looked at him, his heart pounding. "I don't care!" he said in a firm voice, his eyes filled with determination. "What matters is that she survives. If this is what has to be done, then do it!"