Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou-Chapter 214: Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou [] (R18)

Mount Kikyo, Konoha Rear Camp.

"Yūhi Kurenai, Shizune, the two of you will handle this patient together."

"Understood!"

Inside the medical camp, Yūhi Kurenai and Shizune were treating a slightly injured ninja with serious expressions on their faces.

When the squads led by Mabui and Genma Shiranui returned, they immediately headed to the rear medical camp to report.

"Lady Tsunade, the infiltrating enemies have all been eliminated..."

"Lady Tsunade, the enemies at Point B have also been completely taken care of..."

Even as Tsunade continued her treatments, squads returning from completed missions kept coming to deliver reports.

"That stubborn old Onoki doesn't give up, does he? Every time there's a frontal battle, he sends small groups of ninjas to infiltrate and flank us."

Although Tsunade was well aware of such tactics, she couldn't help but furrow her brows in frustration.

There wasn't much they could do. This strategy was undeniably underhanded. The Allied Shinobi Forces relied on their sheer numbers, leaving Konoha at a disadvantage.

During major frontal battles, small ninja units would sneak through forests and mountains, aiming to infiltrate the rear medical camp. If successful, the damage to Konoha would be catastrophic.

Even though Konoha had taken precautions, the lack of manpower meant they could only remain on the defensive.

"You all did well. Go get some rest and be ready for more combat at any time."

"Yes, ma'am!"

With the squads reporting back, only the smoke of battle remained on the main battlefield as both sides began to clean up.

"Lord Shirou!"

"Lord Shirou!"

As Shirou approached, countless ninjas stood up, their expressions filled with respect. Many even showed traces of fervent admiration in their gazes.

Strong individuals always attract followers. Admiration for strength is part of human nature.

Over the years of war, every ninja had wished to fight under the command of someone powerful. Five years of warfare had changed much.

Familiar faces from yesterday might be gone today. Under the flames of this five-year war, Shirou had become a legend on the battlefield, naturally inspiring many to passionately follow him.

"You used the Mangekyō again, didn't you?"

When Shirou entered the tent exhausted, Tsunade barely perceptibly furrowed her brow. It was clear she knew he had used the power of Susano'o again.

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Shirou gave a helpless smile.

"Onoki is too cunning. Even though I've grown a lot over these five years, the gap in experience and our numerical disadvantage remain significant."

Onoki's combat experience was so formidable that even during the Five Kage's battle with Madara, he had been praised for his strategic prowess.

However, seeing Tsunade's expressionless face, Shirou couldn't help but marvel inwardly—when it comes to acting skills, women are natural.

Since the eruption of the Mount Kikyo battlefield, Mikoto had been by Shirou's side, rarely straying far during battles. Kushina was also here in the rear camp.

When she noticed her two students, Yūhi Kurenai and Shizune, had become Tsunade's apprentices, Kushina couldn't help but complain sourly:

"Shirou, look at my two disciples. They didn't learn much ninjutsu from me, but now they're both following Tsunade and have become medics!"

Shizune, possessing a natural talent for medical ninjutsu, was practically Tsunade's shadow now. Meanwhile, Yūhi Kurenai, despite her aptitude for genjutsu, also showed promise in medical ninjutsu and had been learning it as part of her training.

"Come on, Kushina, isn't Mabui from my squad learning sealing techniques from you?"

Before Shirou could respond, Mikoto playfully teased her, causing Kushina to smirk with a hint of pride.

"Of course! Mabui has great talent. And then there's Yugito. Even though she's your student, Mikoto, I've personally trained her to be so capable."

Kushina wore a proud expression. While Mabui had spatial jutsu potential, her chakra reserves were still too small, and she was learning sealing techniques as a foundation for future space-time ninjutsu. Yugito, on the other hand, was incredibly talented despite being an artificial pseudo-jinchūriki.

Even if Yugito wasn't a true jinchūriki, her potential was immense. Kushina, as the Nine-Tails jinchūriki, was the perfect teacher for her.

"Lord Shirou, Lady Mikoto—this mission..."

Samui, the calm and composed blonde kunoichi, now respectfully reported her mission. Despite her typically cool demeanor, her eyes betrayed a deep admiration.

"Samui, your talent in Chidori Stream and kenjutsu is unquestionable."

Though hailed as a prodigy, Samui privately felt anxious, knowing her aptitude lay solely in lightning release and swordsmanship. Beyond that, she felt she had nothing else.

She was no longer the clueless little girl she had been at five or six years old. As a ninja, she understood that without special talent or unique abilities, most would plateau at the jōnin level.

Seeing the soft-hearted girl who hid her insecurities beneath a stoic exterior, Shirou smiled gently, patting her silky blonde hair as he softly encouraged her:

"Samui, you're the only one who's inherited my swordsmanship. Not even Kakashi or Shisui managed that."

Each ninja's talents lay in different areas. In Shirou's view, a little patience and encouragement could nurture a determined and hardworking ninja.

Neglecting them, on the other hand, could crush their spirit. Without strong will and belief, even the most talented individuals wouldn't go far.

For Shirou, offering such small gestures of care costs nothing. Yet for someone like Samui, who idolized him, his words kindled a spark of excitement in her gaze.

"Lord Shirou, Samui will become the strongest wielder of the Lightning Blade under your guidance!"

Seeing her steadfast determination, Shirou chuckled and shook his head.

"No. You are my comrades, not tools to be used."

"Lord Shirou..."

These words warmed the hearts of Mabui, Yugito, and Samui, filling them with resolve.

After a brief round of treatments, Shirou, his eyes tinged with faint bloodshot lines, returned to the tent to rest, followed closely by Mikoto, who was well-practiced in caring for him.

However, an unassuming jōnin from Konoha discreetly observed them, his eyes flashing with understanding as he lowered his gaze.

"[Post-battle observation: Upon entering the tent, Uchiha Mikoto sped up and lifted the flap. Uzumaki Kushina followed behind. Though Uchiha Shirou's recent combat wasn't intense, his chakra reserves remain full. Possible symptoms of severe nearsightedness or blurred vision noted.]

This seemingly insignificant detail was quickly compiled into a report and sent back to Root. Such reports were filed several times a month. Even the smallest observations could, when pieced together, create a highly detailed analysis.

Inside the tent.

"Shirou..."

Within the sealed tent, as soon as they entered, Shirou no longer appeared fatigued. The bloodshot eyes were merely the result of stimulative medicine.

Caught in a passionate kiss, Kushina threw herself at him, followed closely by Mikoto.

"Shirou, you're so bad. Every time your eyes are bloodshot, anyone who sees you would think you have serious vision problems."

With a sly smile, Kushina teased while kicking off her ninja shoes and removing her vest.

"Shirou, while SIster Tsunade is busy for a while, you're ours now—Mikoto's and mine."

"Sister Mikoto, slow down. I've prepared clothes that Shirou likes..."

As the sealing scroll was opened, revealing an outfit that was both transparent and minimal in fabric, Mikoto couldn't help but blush.

Though she appeared gentle and reserved, Mikoto did not refuse. Slowly, she put on the outfit that Kushina had prepared.

Meanwhile, Shirou admired the two of them and couldn't help but praise them while caressing them:

"Kushina, you are mischievous. But your taste is, as always, impeccable."

Black silk stockings and high heels.

Kushina had the playful and cunning look of a little fox, while Mikoto, dressed in a white fox costume, exuded both tenderness and composure.

"It's not just Shirou who likes it. I love the silky feel of Mikoto's outfit too."

Playful Uzumaki Kushina had no reservations about Mikoto. She was like a fox that had found an entertaining new toy.

"Mikoto, back when I was still in the Ninja Academy, you used to entice me like this when I got home."

"Mikoto, you're so bad. I was so young back then. Now it's my turn."

Shirou's strong hands roamed over their bodies as Kushina and Mikoto pressed against him from both sides. The silk of their outfits rustled sensually as they moved together in the dim tent.

"Mmm, you've always known exactly how to touch me," Mikoto purred as his fingers traced along her thigh, up under the hem of her white fox costume. Her breath hitched when he reached her most sensitive spot.

Meanwhile, Kushina was busy unfastening his vest, peppering kisses down his neck and chest.

"Don't forget about me," she teased, grinding her hips against his growing hardness. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid fire.

Shirou groaned as Mikoto's delicate hand wrapped around his length, stroking him with practiced skill. "You two are going to be the death of me," he managed between heavy breaths.

"That's the idea," Mikoto grinned wickedly. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his face while Kushina positioned herself between his legs. The two women exchanged heated looks as they pleasured him together.

"Ahh... right there..." Mikoto moaned as his tongue found her sweet spot. Her thighs trembled around his head while Kushina leaned forward to capture her lips in a deep kiss.

The tent filled with their combined gasps and moans as they moved as one. Hands roamed, bodies pressed together, pleasure building higher and higher. When they finally reached their peak, it was together in a tangle of limbs and cries of ecstasy.

"My turn," Mikoto purred, pushing Kushina aside playfully to mount Shirou in reverse cowgirl style, her perfect ass on display as she sank onto his thick shaft with a loud moan. "Ohhh yes..."

Kushina crawled between his legs, her tongue darting out to tease his balls while Mikoto rode him vigorously. The sight of both women pleasuring him made Shirou's head spin with lust.

"Ahh... ahhh... you feel so good inside me," Mikoto cried out, her breasts bouncing as she impaled herself on him again and again. Her hair whipped wildly with each thrust.

Not to be outdone, Kushina moved to straddle Shirou's face, grinding against his eager tongue while she reached forward to squeeze and pinch Mikoto's nipples. The older sister threw her head back in ecstasy.

"Mmm yes, taste me Shirou," Kushina moaned, her thighs trembling around his head as his tongue delved deep inside her dripping center.

They switched positions fluidly - now Kushina was on her hands and knees as Shirou took her from behind.

"Harder! Yes!"

The wet sounds of their coupling filled the tent along with their moans.

Shirou reached back to squeeze Kushina's breasts roughly. "You love this, don't you? Such a naughty fox..."

"Yes! Yes! I'm cumming!" Kushina screamed, her walls clenching around him as her orgasm hit. The sensation pushed Shirou over the edge and he emptied himself deep inside her with a groan.

They collapsed in a sweaty heap, bodies still tingling with aftershocks. But they weren't done yet - not by a long shot.

"Ready for round two?" Kushina grinned wickedly, already reaching for his semi-hard member.

"Insatiable vixen," Shirou groaned as Kushina's skilled hand brought him back to full hardness while Mikoto sucked and nibbled on his neck.

This time they positioned Mikoto on top, riding him cowgirl while Kushina straddled his face. The two women kissed passionately above him, their tongues dancing as they moved in sync.

"Mmm, so deep," Mikoto moaned, her walls gripping him tight as she bounced on his shaft. Her breasts swayed hypnotically with each movement.

Hours passed in a blur of pleasure as they tried every position imaginable.

"Getting tired yet?" Kushina teased after their fifth round, grinding her ass against his still-hard cock. The stimulants coursing through his system kept him going far beyond normal limits.

"Never," he growled, flipping her onto her back and plunging inside once more. Mikoto watched with hooded eyes, lazily playing with herself as she recovered.

Finally, after what felt like endless rounds of passionate lovemaking, Shirou's enhanced stamina began to fade. His final release left him completely drained, collapsing between the two satisfied women.

"I think we broke him," Kushina giggled, pressing soft kisses to his sweaty chest.

"Mmm, mission accomplished," Mikoto agreed with a satisfied smile, snuggling closer.

Outside, the war raged on - but in here, they had found their private paradise.

...

When Uzumaki Kushina finally stepped out, her face was still flushed.

But as she returned to her tent next door, she encountered three young women who had been waiting for Mikoto.

"Lady Kushina."

Mabui, Yugito, and Samui all nodded respectfully. This tent belonged to both Kushina and Mikoto.

However, the three women quickly lowered their gazes in embarrassment, because they noticed that Kushina's legs were still trembling uncontrollably.

"Hehe. Shirou's libido is still strong."

Yet, facing the three of them, Kushina showed no shame at all. Instead, she lazily collapsed onto the bed.

After five years of change, the red flower of Uzumaki Kushina was now in full bloom, at the peak of her beauty.

Kushina's frank words made the three women feel awkward.

"You're waiting for Sister Mikoto, right? She'll need some time to rest before coming over."

"Lady Kushina, allow us to help relieve your fatigue."

Mabui, Yugito, and Samui skillfully stepped forward—one massaging her head, while the other two focused on her trembling legs.

Kushina closed her eyes and smiled in enjoyment.

"You three are always too cautious. At first, you were outsiders, but now that you've joined us, we are comrades who can fully trust each other. Shirou trusts you."

She then smirked mischievously, turning to Mabui.

"Especially you, Mabui. I want to strip you down... your skin is such a beautiful, ripe shade..."

Faced with Kushina's playful teasing, Mabui—usually the calm and dignified leader of this squad—looked visibly embarrassed.

But Kushina, ever the prankster, knew exactly who they were. And since she was certain that Mikoto would never let them escape her grasp, her eyes gleamed with mischief.

She narrowed her eyes and spoke softly to the three women:

"When Shirou touches you... the way your eyes look at him, so full of trust... Shirou truly believes in you. But Sister Mikoto's concerns—you understand them, don't you? After all... your bodies hold too many secrets..."

With a cunning glance, she gently stretched out her fingers and pried open each of their mouths, revealing the curse marks beneath their tongues.

Even though Mikoto was willing to trust them, their skills and abilities were not yet enough to guarantee the safety of their secrets.

As Kushina's slender fingers played with their tongues, exposing the curse marks, the three women didn't show any disappointment. Instead, they revealed unwavering determination.

"Lady Kushina..."

Before they could finish speaking, Kushina interrupted with a playful laugh:

"Call me sensei."

"Kushina-sensei, we are shinobi. We know this isn't a game. Lord Shirou has shown us complete trust, teaching us precious jutsus... Our loyalty..."

Seeing Mabui, Yugito, and Samui's determined expressions, Kushina's fox-like smile deepened.

And then—her next words made them all blush instantly.

"Oops, I forgot to wash my hands. But it's fine... these hands just finished touching Shirou..."

Hearing such a provocative remark, the three girls' faces turned bright red, their eyes filled with both shyness and embarrassment.

They were all kunoichi. Even though they came from outside Konoha, they understood that if they had been raised in Danzo's Root, they would have been trained into emotionless tools.

But in the Uchiha clan, the only restriction placed upon them was a curse mark to prevent information leaks. Beyond that, their treatment was superior to most Konoha shinobi.

In fact, within the Uchiha clan, everyone knew that they were Uchiha Mikoto's students, and they were respected.

"Lord Shirou once said that once we gain enough strength to protect ourselves, the curse mark will be removed. But this mark is a gift from him!"

Mabui, Yugito, and Samui spoke softly, unable to hide the admiration and devotion in their voices.

"Kushina."

At that moment, Mikoto's voice rang out.

Instantly, Mabui, Yugito, and Samui straightened up and greeted her respectfully:

"Lady Mikoto!"

Unlike Kushina's playful and uninhibited personality, Mikoto was gentle yet carried the proud aura of a Uchiha.

After all, her warmth was reserved only for those she cared about. To outsiders, she was a fearsome Uchiha warrior, and even without her Mangekyō Sharingan, she was a formidable force.

Kushina, still exhausted, lay motionless on the bed while Mikoto sat gracefully on the side.

"You did well. Over these years, you've treated us as family and comrades. We feel the same. I hope you won't disappoint Shirou's expectations... He has high hopes for you."

Hearing this, Kushina smirked. She wasn't foolish—she knew exactly what Mikoto was doing.

The three kunoichi, being experienced shinobi, understood that if the bond was genuine, it was no longer manipulation—it was real loyalty.

"Get some rest. After today's battle, we'll have some downtime. Tomorrow, I will personally train you."

"Yes, Lady Mikoto!"

"Where's Shirou?" Kushina finally had the chance to ask, yawning slightly. Seeing Mikoto return alone, it was obvious Shirou wasn't around.

"He went to see Orochimaru."

At this, Kushina simply nodded without asking further.

Neither of them was the type to interfere with a man's ambitions. They would simply support him from the shadows.