bioinnovel Chapter 595 Kaguya Otsutsuki, both incompetent and playful
Chapter 595 Kaguya Otsutsuki, both incompetent and playful
The night outside the window was thick and dark, with a touch of lazy ambiguity.
The brocade quilt slipped down to its lowest point, with stray strands of hair clinging to the edges. Scattered silver hair, damp with a thin layer of sweat, clung to the two people's exposed skin.
The first round of entanglement had just ended when Kaguya Otsutsuki lost her usual haughty and aloof demeanor, instead becoming like a clingy little woman who had let her guard down but refused to admit defeat, and took the initiative to cling to him.
She slightly raised her arm, her slender fingers struggling to hook onto Uchiha Mitsumine's sleeve, as if venting her resentment.
Her disheveled hair clung to her neck, the thin layer of sweat bringing a slight chill that made her flinch. Her once-divine eyes lost all their majesty, replaced by a childlike cunning, and a hint of dependence and longing that she herself was unaware of.
With a stubborn streak, she used his strength to slowly prop herself up, gently rubbing her cool cheek against his warm chest. The unique chakra scent emanating from him lingered around her nose, a scent that carried a domineering pressure yet inexplicably made her feel at ease.
"Hey, mortal, that last round doesn't count, let's go again!"
"You only won by luck. If we do it again, I'm sure I can beat you."
Looking at her hypocritical and outwardly strong but inwardly weak appearance, Uchiha Mitsunori let out a low, wicked laugh, full of amusement. The corners of his mouth curled into a smug smile, and his eyes surged with a strong possessive desire.
He loved Kaguya's proud and stubborn demeanor, and he loved watching her gradually lower her guard from her lofty position as a goddess, becoming dependent on him and submitting to him.
He reached out and pressed down on the back of her neck. The pressure wasn't heavy, but it was enough to hold her firmly in his arms, preventing her from escaping. His fingers gently caressed the delicate skin of her neck, feeling the slight trembling she was experiencing due to her discomfort, and feeling the faint pulse throbbing beneath her skin. His desire to control her grew stronger, and even his fingertips tightened slightly.
The warm breath sprayed onto her earlobes, carrying a scorching temperature, causing her neck to stiffen slightly and her ear tips to instantly turn a thin layer of red.
He gently pinched her reddened earlobe, his tone teasing: "Oh? Is Lady Kaguya dissatisfied?"
Watching her body tense up instantly, and seeing the fleeting panic in her eyes.
"Then I'll play along with you to the very end and see how long you can hold out. I'll see how you, this high and mighty god, will finally bow down to me and willingly stay by my side, becoming my possession."
Despite the commotion throughout the night, the lights in the palace remained on, their warm white light filtering through the lampshades and casting shadows on the floor, which swayed gently in the evening breeze outside the window.
The sky outside the window gradually turned from pitch black to a pale white, then slowly tinged with orange-red morning light, until the faint sunlight shone through the window into the bedroom and fell on the two of them, and their entanglement gradually subsided.
Kaguya Otsutsuki was curled up on the soft tatami mat, exhausted. Her breathing was even but carried a hint of languor. Her usually cool face was flushed with a faint blush, and even the tips of her ears were pink. Gone was her usual sharpness and aloofness, replaced by a gentler demeanor.
Her hair was scattered on the brocade quilt, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she occasionally frowned, as if she were having some stubborn dream.
Even in her sleep, her brows were still slightly furrowed, and a hint of untamed stubbornness lingered deep in her eyes...
She secretly resolved that once she found a way to break the seal, she would teach this arrogant mortal a lesson and would never let him control her again, nor would she allow him to trample on her dignity so wantonly.
Uchiha Mitsumine was the first to get up, raising his hand to rub his temples to relieve the fatigue from not resting all night. He skillfully straightened his disheveled robes, smoothed out the wrinkles on the hem, and his gaze fell on Kaguya, who was fast asleep on the tatami mat. A tenderness flashed in his eyes that even he himself did not realize.
The morning light streamed through the window into the bedroom, falling on Kaguya's face and making her skin appear even whiter and softer.
He quickly assessed the situation in the ninja world, thinking to himself: Kaguya has been tamed by me and cannot cause any trouble for the time being. Next, I will unify the ninja world and eliminate all obstacles.
After doing all this, he turned and left the palace, making very light footsteps so as not to wake the sleeping Kaguya, and went straight to the Hokage Building to deal with various affairs of the ninja world.
The council chamber of the Hokage Building was brightly lit, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling emitting a bright white light. The light refracted through the crystals, illuminating the piles of files and photos on the table.
Uchiha Mitsunori sat at the large council table, his fingers rhythmically tapping the surface, making a "tap-tap" sound that conveyed an undeniable sense of oppression.
His mind raced through the recent situation in the ninja world: the distribution of military forces in various countries, the spheres of influence of nobles, the emotional fluctuations of ninjas, and the resistance forces hidden in the shadows.
The tapping of his fingers suddenly stopped, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself: Oh no, I forgot about Uchiha Madara in the frozen space.
He felt no remorse whatsoever, only a slight oversight. After all, in his eyes, Uchiha Madara was nothing more than a pawn in his plan to unify the ninja world. A few grievances were insignificant; as long as he could be used by him, this little thing was unimportant.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes, but he didn't dwell on it too much. He quickly formed a hand seal, and chakra condensed in his palm, transforming into a dark spatial passage that appeared out of thin air in the center of the council hall.
At the other end of the passage, one could vaguely see snow falling and a biting chill. The cold wind blew in through the gaps in the passage, lowering the temperature in the council hall. That was Kaguya's frozen space.
He raised his chin, and his voice traveled through the spatial passage, casual and without a trace of guilt, even nonchalant: "Come out, Uchiha Madara."
The indifference in his tone made it seem as if he were addressing someone insignificant, showing no regard for the other person's anger.
At this point, Madara Uchiha had long lost his former arrogance.
He was trapped in the frozen space for an entire night, eroded by the biting cold. Even the power of his Rinnegan was suppressed. His robes were covered with thick frost, his hair was disheveled and stuck to his forehead, and his face still bore the marks of anger and disarray.
His arms were clasped to his chest, turning slightly purple from the cold, as he tried to ward off the biting chill.
That night, he tried countless times to break through the spatial barrier with his Rinnegan. His chakra was exhausted time and time again, and he struggled to gather it again and again, but he could not shake the space in the slightest.
He could only pace back and forth in the swirling snow, his feet already numb with cold, enduring the chill and the humiliation of being ignored. The anger in his heart had been piling up like a mountain, like a volcano about to erupt, just waiting for the moment to burst forth and release all his dissatisfaction and rage.
He cursed inwardly: Uchiha Mitsunori, how dare you forget me here? When I get out, I will make you pay the price. I, Uchiha Madara, am not a pawn to be manipulated!
Upon hearing Uchiha Sanfeng's voice, Uchiha Madara rushed over almost immediately, his steps faltering but filled with boundless rage. His anger caused him to surge violently as he passed through the cold spatial passage and suddenly appeared in the Hokage Building.
He had just regained his footing when he suddenly raised his hand, condensing a stream of black chakra, and swung it towards Uchiha Mitsunori. However, Uchiha Mitsunori simply raised his hand and blocked it with an invisible chakra barrier.
He trembled with rage, pointing at Uchiha Mitsunori and roaring, his voice hoarse with fury, shaking the windows of the council chamber: "Uchiha Mitsunori! How dare you forget me in that godforsaken place! All night! If it weren't for my Rinnegan and Hashirama cells, I would have frozen solid!"
His voice was filled with anger and grievance, his self-esteem had been trampled on... He was a strong member of the Uchiha clan, someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Hashirama Senju, yet he was so ignored and trapped in a desolate alternate dimension for a night.
Seeing his furious expression, Uchiha Mitsunori simply raised his hand, signaling him to be quiet: "Alright, it was my oversight."
He spoke casually, without offering much explanation: "To make it up to you, I'm giving you a surprise, a surprise you've been waiting for for over fifty years, a surprise you've dreamed of."
He deliberately kept everyone in suspense, watching as the anger in Madara Uchiha's eyes gradually gave way to confusion, and as he saw a flicker of expectation in Madara's eyes, he secretly felt smug...
He knew very well that one of Madara Uchiha's greatest obsessions was his younger brother, Izuna.
As soon as he finished speaking, Uchiha Mitsumine quickly formed hand seals, and golden chakra condensed in his palms, growing brighter and brighter until it transformed into a dazzling ball of light that slowly landed in the center of the council hall.
The ball of light gradually dissipated, and a familiar figure slowly emerged...
Wearing traditional Uchiha clan attire, with a handsome face and features somewhat resembling Uchiha Sasuke, but with a faint aura, he was clearly not yet fully adapted to his resurrected body. He was none other than Uchiha Izuna, who had been dead for over fifty years.