The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 451 Information about Otsutsuki Shibai

"Silly child, how could your sister blame you?"

Ida stepped forward and gently pulled Dimon into her arms.

"It's my fault for not explaining things to you properly, causing you to suffer so much. I'm sorry."

Dimon buried his face in Ida's soft shoulder, his tense body instantly collapsing.

He gently shook his head, his nose brushing against his sister's clothes: "No, I was too willful. I only thought about having you all to myself, afraid that someone else would take you away. I didn't consider your safety at all, and I said so many hurtful things..."

Standing to the side, Uchiha Mitsunori quietly watched the siblings embrace, not stepping forward to disturb this rare reconciliation. Only after their emotions had gradually calmed down did he slowly lower his arms and walk over.

"Does the wound still hurt? Have you changed the dressing on time?"

Dimon lifted his head from Ida's embrace, his eyes red-rimmed and his face still bearing traces of tears.

The hostility and wariness he had shown before were gone from his gaze toward Sanfeng; only complexity, guilt, and a hint of barely perceptible awe remained.

He gently shook his head, hesitated for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Sanfeng.

"I'm sorry, Lord Mitsumine. I misunderstood you before and said many hurtful things. Please forgive me. Thank you for protecting my sister. From now on... I won't be unreasonable anymore."

Uchiha Mitsunori nodded slightly, accepting his apology: "It's good that you understand. Your sister cares about you the most. From now on, we're family, so there's no need to be so formal."

A few days later, the wound on Dimon's wrist had mostly healed.

Sanfeng sat on the sofa, looking at Dimon, whose figure was still thin, and said his plan: "Your mind has opened up now, and you are no longer the unreasonable child you used to be. However, you lack systematic learning and experience. You have brute force but don't know how to use it. The Ninja Academy is a good place. There are peers there, as well as professional teachers who will teach you basic ninjutsu and theoretical knowledge. Go there to grow well, make some friends, and cultivate your mind and strength."

Dimon did not hesitate at all, nor did he refuse.

Having experienced the despair of losing his sister in an illusion, he was well aware of his own inadequacy and understood that acting recklessly alone would only be a burden to his sister.

He turned to look at Ada standing to the side, and seeing the expectation and encouragement in his sister's eyes, he nodded vigorously: "Okay, I'll go. I'll study hard at the ninja academy, become stronger as soon as possible, and protect you in the future."

On the day Dimon was sent to the Ninja Academy, the school gate was bustling with activity, filled with students and parents who had come to register.

Ada held Dimon's hand, repeatedly reminding him of important points, from diet and daily life to interpersonal relationships, leaving no detail unattended: "Eat well at school, don't be picky; get along well with your classmates, don't quarrel easily; if anyone bullies you, tell the teacher immediately, or send a message to your sister..."

Dimon listened patiently and gently patted his sister's hand: "Don't worry, sister, I'm not a child anymore. I can take good care of myself."

He turned to look at Sanfeng beside him and bowed slightly: "Lord Sanfeng, please take good care of my sister and don't let her suffer any injustice."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of him."

After seeing Dimon off, Ada moved to the royal palace as arranged by the Uchiha Mitsurugi.

Time slips away quietly, and several months pass in the blink of an eye.

Dimon gradually adapted to his new life. He was no longer as taciturn as when he first enrolled. He not only made several like-minded good friends, but his ninjutsu and theoretical knowledge also steadily improved.

When he occasionally comes back from holidays, he will take the initiative to share interesting things that happened at school with Sanfeng and Aida, and he becomes much more cheerful.

Meanwhile, the three peaks of the Uchiha clan have gained an increasingly thorough understanding of the three great divine techniques: Omnipotence, Clairvoyance, and Ten Directions over the past few months.

He can easily manifest various abilities with his omnipotent divine magic, his clairvoyance can see scenes hundreds of thousands of miles away, and his ten directions divine magic can deduce many possibilities for the future.

The power brought by the divine magic grew stronger and stronger, but the doubts in his heart grew wildly like vines, making him increasingly uneasy.

Late at night, Mitsumine sat leaning against the edge of the tatami mat, staring blankly at the ceiling above.

The Ten Directions Divine Art is said to be able to glimpse all future trajectories in the universe, but after repeatedly deducing it these days, he found that the timeline was always chaotic and fragmented in the part involving Otsutsuki Shibakai, and sometimes contradictory scenes appeared.

"Divine Art: Ten Directions, can it truly reveal all of the future?"

"If not, then it means someone is deliberately hiding something... Is it Otsutsuki Shibai?... Perhaps he didn't die, nor did he break through the dimensions of this universe."

Ada lay on her side on the inside of the tatami mat, covered with soft bedding.

She kept an eye on Sanfeng's movements and noticed that he didn't lie down to rest for a long time, but just stared blankly into space.

She gently propped herself up, her long hair sliding down her shoulders to reveal her smooth back.

She stretched out her slender, fair arm, warm with her body heat, and gently hooked it around Sanfeng's neck.

Then, her soft lips, carrying a faint fragrance, pressed their own against his lips.

The warm, soft touch, carrying a familiar fragrance, instantly brought Uchiha Mitsunori back to his senses.

He then wrapped his arm around Ida's slender waist, gently caressing her delicate skin, before deepening the kiss.

As their lips met, a gentle breath enveloped them, and all their anxieties and doubts were temporarily forgotten, leaving only the other's increasingly rapid heartbeat.

After a long while, their kisses gradually ceased.

Ada's cheeks were flushed, and she was slightly out of breath. She rested her head on Sanfeng's shoulder and said, "Sanfeng, what were you thinking about just now? You were so engrossed that you didn't even notice me looking at you."

"I'm thinking of Otsutsuki Shibakai."

Ada paused slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes: "Why do you miss him? Isn't he already dead?"

"I suspect he's not dead. The timeline involving him is always wrong, which is too abnormal. It's highly likely that it was interfered with, and the only person who could do that is himself."

Upon hearing this, Ada frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

She paused for a few seconds, then suddenly seemed to remember something: "That's right! There are a few strands of Ōtsutsuki Shibakai's hair at Amado's place! Ōtsutsuki Isshiki gave them to him for research, seemingly to extract special divine techniques. Perhaps these strands contain clues about Ōtsutsuki Shibakai that could help you deduce his situation!"

"Really?"

A glint of light flashed in Uchiha Mitsunori's eyes; the problem that had been troubling him for so long seemed to have finally found a breakthrough.

He gently pinched Ada's flushed cheeks, his eyes full of tender smiles: "Then I'll go ask him for it first thing tomorrow morning. But for now... let me keep you company, you... clingy little devil."

After saying that, Ada exclaimed and instinctively hugged his neck, pressing her cheek against his warm chest, her cheeks turning even redder.

Soon, soft breathing and gentle murmurs filled the room.

The next morning, in the research room of Santu Amado, various sophisticated instruments were running, emitting a faint "humming" sound.

Hearing the noise from the doorway, he looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He immediately put down his work, respectfully stepped forward, bowed slightly, and asked, "Lord Sanfeng, what brings you here? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I've come to ask you for something: the hair of Otsutsuki Shibai. I know you have it here."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Amado's eyes, his gaze filled with struggle.

Otsutsuki Shibai's hair was an important research subject for him, but he had no choice but to accept Mitsumine's request.

After a few seconds of silence, as if he had made a tremendous decision, his eyes filled with anticipation: "Lord Mimine, if you can revive my daughter, Mitsuaki Akaibi, I am willing to offer you all the hair of the Otsutsuki Shibakai! This has been my only wish for many years. As long as Akaibi can be revived, I am willing to do anything for you!"

He clenched his fists tightly together; reviving his daughter was the only motivation that kept him going with his research.

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Mitsunori's eyes remained calm and unwavering as he gently patted the table.

A blurry figure in the air continuously converged and shaped, gradually becoming clearer. It was Sanzu Akabane, wearing a pink dress, with a slightly bewildered look in her eyes.

"Kaby!"

When Amado saw that familiar figure, he trembled with excitement, and his voice changed.

He rushed forward and hugged his resurrected daughter tightly, as if afraid she would disappear again.

"Kabi, my daughter, you're finally back... Daddy missed you so much..."

Santu Akaibi was still somewhat bewildered, his eyes filled with confusion. After a few seconds, he recognized the person in front of him from the fragments of his memory: "Father...?"

Hearing his daughter's call, Samantabhadra cried even harder.

It took him a while to gradually calm down.

Then, he bowed deeply, filled with gratitude and awe: "Thank you, Lord Sanfeng! I will never forget your great kindness! From now on, I will obey your every command, even at the cost of my life!"

After saying that, he straightened up, walked quickly to a sealed constant temperature experimental cabinet, entered a complicated password, opened the cabinet door, and took out an exquisite silver box.

He carefully opened the box, inside which were neatly arranged several strands of silver-white hair.

He held the box and respectfully handed it to him: "Sir, this is the hair of Otsutsuki Shibai that you requested. It's all here, five strands in total."

Uchiha Mitsunori nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the hair in the box, and gently picked up a strand of hair.

He casually tucked the hair into a sealed storage box in his pocket, then glanced at the four remaining strands in the box and said to Amado Sanzu, "Keep these for your continued research. Otsutsuki Shibai's divine arts are quite unique, and I'm very interested in them. Report back to me any research findings you may have."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"