Uchiha's flies : Descendants are Born

"Don't get angry yet…" Haruto looked at Orochimaru with an innocent expression, appearing even more wronged than Orochimaru himself.

"I honestly didn't expect you to take the blame for this in the first place. It was those old folks who started mentioning you. They didn't understand your real purpose for sending spies here, so naturally, they assumed you were behind the mass pregnancy incident."

Haruto raised his hand solemnly. "I swear, I didn't say a single bad word about you during their meeting. Really, I didn't!"

"Hmph, a man's words are nothing but lies. Do you really think I haven't heard that saying before?" Orochimaru retorted, his expression darkening. Before he could say more, a figure suddenly dashed over from not far away, clutching their shoulder tightly.

"Orochimaru! So it really is you!"

The voice belonged to Mitarashi Anko.

Anko was Orochimaru's former apprentice, and when she was younger, he had left a curse mark on her shoulder. However, this particular curse mark was incomplete. It couldn't harness the curse's power properly, and the Third Hokage had sealed it long ago. The only remaining effect was that the mark caused pain and faint redness whenever Orochimaru was nearby.

"Oh~ Anko," Orochimaru mused, his tone light but teasing. "Tsk tsk, how you've grown…"

As he observed her, a nostalgic smile curved his lips. He then turned to Haruto with a playful smirk. "Haruto, did you know? This child was once my most cherished disciple. You would never have imagined—"

Haruto cut him off with a casual nod. "Oh, I know. She's my wife now."

Orochimaru blinked, momentarily stunned. "...?"

Just then, Anko rushed over to Haruto, her expression a mix of urgency and concern. "Dear, this man is my master, Orochimaru! He's incredibly dangerous. You mustn't get too close to him!"

Haruto chuckled softly and patted her head reassuringly. "It's fine. Your master is pregnant with my child, so I doubt he'd try anything against me. After all, we're going to be family soon. Come on now, call him sister~"

Anko froze mid-step, her face etched with pure disbelief. "...?"

Her eyes widened as she tried to process what she'd just heard.

Anko finally stammered, "Dear… did you just say that my master is… he's…"

Haruto nodded calmly. "Yes, it's true. Orochimaru is carrying my child."

For a moment, Anko's world tilted as she stared at her husband and her former master in utter confusion. "My master is… pregnant with your child?! How is that even… possible?!"

Still unable to believe it, Anko turned to Orochimaru, her eyes searching for some denial. Yet her master merely looked away, his cheeks faintly tinged with embarrassment.

Now even more bewildered, Anko looked back at Haruto, her voice trembling. "This can't be real… There's no way this could happen! No matter what you two did, this shouldn't be biologically possible! It defies all logic!"

Haruto smiled knowingly and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "You know your master's body isn't like anyone else's. It's no surprise that such a thing could happen. Don't overthink it. I'll explain everything later in detail."

Before Anko could press further, Haruto shifted the conversation. "Speaking of which, Orochimaru, would you like to meet the child I had with your former apprentice Anko? He's already six months old. His name is Uchiha Zero Seven. He's an extremely talented boy."

Orochimaru raised an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed. "Uchiha Zero Seven? What a ridiculous name. Is that really the best you could come up with?"

Haruto scratched his head sheepishly. "Well, I have too many children. Coming up with unique names every time is exhausting, so I started numbering them by birth order."

Orochimaru snorted derisively. "What a naming genius you are."

Haruto shrugged. "It's a necessity. Oh, and I have two other highly gifted children named Uchiha 233 and Uchiha 561."

Orochimaru's jaw twitched in irritation. "Enough. If I agree to help your subordinate Kabuto, you must promise me something in return. I'll even consider teaching your children, but I have one condition."

"Name it," Haruto said with interest.

Orochimaru's eyes gleamed. "From now on, I'll name my children myself."

Haruto thought for a moment, then grinned mischievously. "Alright, but if I do the math, your child will probably be born around the 1,800th position in my numbering system. If I were to name them, it would be Uchiha 1,800. Isn't that a great name?"

Orochimaru's face darkened instantly. "Get out!"

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