Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou

The room was dark, the only light filtering through the crack in the curtains. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the sheets were tangled around the couple on the bed. Their bodies were entwined in a frenzy of passion, their skin slippery with sweat and desire.

Mikoto was on top of Shirou, her breasts pressed against his chest as she rode him hard. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, swaying with each thrust of her hips. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, her lips parted in a silent moan.

Shirou gripped her hips tightly, his hands leaving red marks on her skin as he urged her to go faster. His cock throbbed inside her, filling her up completely. His mouth was open in a growl of pleasure, his body shaking with each powerful stroke.

Their bodies slammed together over and over again, creating a symphony of moans and grunts. The headboard banged against the wall, echoing their primal cries of lust. They were lost in each other, consumed by the intense pleasure that only they could give.

Mikoto leaned down, her mouth just inches from his ear. "Shirou~" she whispered seductively, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

Shirou groaned, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

Mikoto smiled wickedly and began to tease him, running her tongue over her full lips and then licking her fingers slowly. His eyes followed her every move, his body aching for more.

Their bodies melted together as Mikoto's hips rolled in slow, torturous circles. She could feel every thick inch of him stretching her walls, hitting spots that made her toes curl and her breath catch. Her breasts bounced with each movement, nipples hard and sensitive as they brushed against his muscled chest.

"Ahhhh... Shirou..." she moaned, throwing her head back as Shirou's cock hit particularly deep. Her walls clenched around him rhythmically, drawing out a deep groan from his throat. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, guiding her movements as she rode him.

"Ahh... Mikoto..." he growled, voice rough with desire. He thrust up suddenly, making her cry out as he bottomed out inside her. Her thighs trembled as she lifted herself until just his tip remained inside, then slammed back down. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room along with their desperate moans.

Shirou suddenly flipped them over, pinning Mikoto beneath him. His cock slipped out briefly before he thrust back in roughly, making her arch off the bed with a scream of pleasure.

"Oh god, yes! Shirou!" she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He pounded into her mercilessly, the bed creaking beneath them. His mouth found her neck, sucking and biting marks into her skin. One hand snaked between them to rub her clit in tight circles.

"Gonna... gonna cum..."

Mikoto whimpered, her nails raking down his back. Her pussy clenched around him like a vice as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

"Me too..." Shirou groaned. His thrusts became erratic as he chased his release. With a final deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, filling her with hot spurts of cum.

They lay there panting, bodies slick with sweat. Shirou peppered gentle kisses along her collarbone as they caught their breath. But the night was still young, and they were far from finished.

With Mikoto on her hands and knees, ass raised high as Shirou teased her dripping entrance with his newly hardened cock. She wiggled her hips impatiently.

"Please... need you inside me again..." she whined. He responded by gripping her hips and slamming into the base in one smooth motion.

The new angle had them both crying out in pleasure.

"So tight..." he growled, setting a brutal pace. His balls slapped against her clit with each thrust while one hand reached around to squeeze and pinch her nipples.

Mikoto's arms gave out and she collapsed face-first into the pillows, muffling her desperate moans. The new angle had his cock hitting her g-spot perfectly. Combined with the way he was roughly kneading her breasts, she knew she wouldn't last long.

"Right there! Don't stop!" she cried as another orgasm approached. Her walls fluttered around him as the pleasure built to a crescendo. With a final deep thrust and a sharp pinch to her nipple, she came undone, screaming his name into the pillow.

Shirou followed shortly after, his cock pulsing as he filled her again. They collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, exchanging lazy kisses as their breathing slowly returned to normal. The sheets were a mess and they'd need a shower, but neither could bring themselves to move just yet...

Shirou pulled Mikoto next to him, their sweaty bodies pressing together. She laid her head on his arms, her heart pounding from the exertion. He ran his fingers through her hair, tracing gentle circles on her scalp.

Mikoto squinted her eyes with a greedy expression as she breathed in the familiar scent, embracing the warmth.

"Shirou, I'm such a bad woman…"

With her head resting in his arms, Mikoto softly whispered in his ear.

"I just lied earlier. The cooldown for Izanagi isn't three years, but rather…"

Hearing this, Shirou was momentarily stunned. Then, he smiled indulgently, gently tapping Mikoto on the forehead as he softly said:

"Mikoto isn't a bad woman."

Faced with Shirou's doting and trusting gaze, Mikoto, whose mind was unusually sensitive due to the activation of the Mangekyō Sharingan and the special chakra flowing through her, showed an expression of pure enjoyment at that moment.

"Shirou… my eyes awakened for you… I'll always stay by your side…"

Mikoto's voice grew softer and softer, eventually fading into light snores. Shirou, lying on the bed and gazing at the figure now soundly asleep in his arms, couldn't help but smile warmly.

"Mikoto, you're also someone I'll protect."

A beautiful, gentle woman of status, who had even unlocked the Mangekyō Sharingan for him—what man could refuse that?

At this moment, Shirou squinted his eyes, lost in thought.

Unlocking the Mangekyō Sharingan required immense emotional turmoil. Awakening the eye was just the beginning; to fully manifest its powers, strong emotions were still needed. This was why the abilities of each Mangekyō Sharingan differed.

The Mangekyō Sharingan was also called The Eyes That Reflect the Soul.

For instance, Sasuke, desperate to save Karin from the flames of Amaterasu, awakened Kagutsuchi in his right eye, extinguishing the black flames. Obito, unable to accept reality, awakened Kamui, a space-time ability that allowed him to phase through objects. Shisui, desiring to change his clan's fate, awakened Kotoamatsukami, which allowed him to alter others' wills.

As for Mikoto, in her despair and refusal to accept Shirou's death, she awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan, granting her the ability to manipulate reality through Izanagi.

This ultimate Uchiha technique, which usually costs the user their eyesight, could be used through the Mangekyō without the drawback of blindness.

"Izanagi, huh! That means I now have two lives in reserve!"

For the first time in a long while, Shirou showed a relaxed expression. His right eye gleamed with a fleeting crimson light—the pattern of Mikoto's Mangekyō Sharingan. Izanagi, having been activated but not triggered, was now sealed within his Sharingan.

With the added ability awakened by Kushina, his statement about having two lives in reserve wasn't a lie.

...

Tsunade stood on a rooftop with Orochimaru as the sound of rain echoed around them.

Leaning coldly against the wall, Tsunade allowed the rain to drench her face, while Orochimaru chuckled hoarsely on the opposite side.

"Tsunade, Kushina is an exceptional child."

From her Adamantine Sealing Chains to her unique constitution, combined with her talent in fuinjutsu, and with the Nine-Tails to be sealed within her in the future, even Orochimaru couldn't help but marvel at her brilliance.

However, Tsunade snorted impatiently and said, "Orochimaru, if you've got something to say, spit it out."

Unbothered by Tsunade's straightforward demeanor, Orochimaru smirked wickedly, licking his lips.

"Tsunade, the village intends to call you back. After all, the injuries on the frontlines can now be handled by other medical ninjas, and besides, it seems some interesting developments are happening in the village…"

To the untrained eye, Orochimaru's sly smile might appear mocking, as though he was taunting Tsunade for being recalled after the fighting had ended.

However, those familiar with Orochimaru knew that his tone of concern was rare. If he ignored you entirely, that's when you should truly worry.

Tsunade, seemingly unsurprised, scoffed, her face twisting into a derisive smirk.

"Let me guess, Orochimaru—you're talking about those old geezers in the village? Using the growing danger in the ninja world as an excuse, they're preparing to research the power of Wood Release?"

Her words momentarily stunned Orochimaru, but he quickly understood and chuckled hoarsely, nodding slightly.

"The legendary power of the God of the Shinobi—Hashirama Senju—who ended the Warring States Era and founded the ninja village system. Just rumors of this power are enough to inspire awe. And now, with the sudden conclusion of the Land of Rain war, the tension is palpable. The Hidden Cloud, Stone, and Mist villages are dissatisfied with the abrupt end to the conflict. Their greed and desire for power remain unfulfilled. Even the Sunagakure harbors resentment."

As he spoke, Orochimaru's expression turned sarcastic.

"Greed and desire are the roots of war in this world. The so-called end of the Second Great Ninja War was merely a temporary suppression of the flames. But the fire of ambition is bound to ignite again. That's why the village is so eager to pursue the power of the God of the Shinobi…"

Orochimaru's raspy laughter echoed as he analyzed the dynamics of the ninja world with chilling precision.

The period between the First and Second Great Ninja Wars saw nearly twenty years of peace because the first war had left the major villages utterly exhausted. However, the gap between the Second and Third Wars was much shorter. This was because, during the Second War, the major villages had yet to fully unleash their potential. Their ambitions remained unfulfilled, making another conflict inevitable.

"What a noble excuse," Tsunade sneered coldly. She had already heard about the high-ranking officials within the village using the Wood Release project as a pretext. Many in the already weakened Senju clan had been tempted by the idea.

Orochimaru's visit today was nothing more than a reminder to her.

"And what about you, Orochimaru?"

Faced with Tsunade's question, Orochimaru didn't bother hiding his intentions. He chuckled hoarsely, saying:

"Me? Naturally, I'm here to deliver the elders' message. And, of course, I can't resist the temptation of studying the power of the God of the Shinobi myself."

Orochimaru's character was one of unabashed ambition. He never hid his desires and pursued them in his way.

"So, you've joined them too," Tsunade said with a cold smile. Despite her dislike for the village elders, she secretly appreciated Orochimaru's reminder.

"When I return, I'll join them."

Her quiet words lingered in the rain, catching Orochimaru off guard. He stared at her retreating figure as she descended the rooftop. After a moment of stunned silence, a twisted smile crept across his face as he licked his lips.

"Heh heh, Tsunade, are you finally seeking power too? This is going to be very interesting…"

Orochimaru's raspy, sinister laughter echoed across the rooftop. Tsunade's uncharacteristic behavior left him both surprised and thrilled.

Among the Sannins, Tsunade had always been the least driven by power. Born into privilege, she acted on her whims, rarely pursuing strength for its own sake.

But now, Orochimaru saw in her a newfound hunger for power.

When someone has a goal, their determination increases tenfold. With Tsunade personally joining the Wood Release research, Orochimaru was certain that the project's progress would accelerate rapidly.

As the rain poured down, the figures on the rooftop disappeared. Returning to her room, Tsunade immediately activated a barrier. Surrounded by intricate instruments, she shed her earlier demeanor, her face now cold and resolute.

"They just won't stop, will they? One scheme after another. It seems that as long as the Senju clan exists, those old fools will never be satisfied!"

From Nawaki to the events in the Land Grass, she had endured silently for the sake of the village, despite her anger and bitterness.

But this time, enough was enough.

First, they had targeted Uzumaki Kushina. Now, they were moving on to the Wood Release project. Tsunade's anger and disappointment had reached their peak.

This was also part of Uchiha Madara's plan. He had succeeded in making Hashirama's granddaughter, Tsunade, see the darkness within the village's leadership.

"Lady Tsunade, the village still hasn't given us an explanation for the previous incident, and now this!" a middle-aged Jonin named Senju Moku said angrily in a secret meeting.

"Lady Tsunade, many in the clan have already been approached. How could they do this?"

Faced with Senju Moku's anger, Tsunade remained calm and responded.

"The power of Grandpa's Wood Release is a temptation no one can resist—not even me! So many people in the clan have been tempted. Even if I didn't agree, those people would still stand up for it.

Because they bear the name 'Senju'! And I, Tsunade, no matter what did not inherit the Senju name! That's the reason!"

At Tsunade's sarcastic mention of the surname issue, Senju Moku's expression immediately changed. Panicked, he waved his hands and explained:

"Lady Tsunade, please don't misunderstand! The plan back then was decided by the First Hokage himself. Part of the clan went to serve the Daimyō of the Land of Fire, part stayed in the village, and the remaining outsiders with diluted bloodlines were integrated into the village.

To carry out this plan to the end, the First Hokage even set an example by claiming that his lineage, through Lady Mito, was part of the diluted bloodline group. It was all for the sake of the clan! That's why your lineage, Lady Tsunade, didn't inherit the Senju name!"

Senju Moku, flustered, continued to explain, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of anger.

"Lady Tsunade, you must believe me! Even though your lineage didn't inherit the Senju surname, who in the entire clan would dare question the purity of your bloodline? If anyone does, I'll take care of them myself!"

Tsunade, however, remained unmoved by Senju Moku's fiery emotions. She waved her hand dismissively.

"Don't you see? The Uchiha Police Force currently has two deputy captains—one is the clan leader's son, and the other is Uchiha Shirou. Now, the Senju clan is facing this kind of situation."

At this point, Tsunade laughed at herself and added, "They really know how to play dirty tricks, don't they? Stirring up internal conflicts within both the Senju and the Uchiha clans!"

Two deputy captains in the Uchiha Police Force, coupled with the temptation of the Senju's Wood Release research—this was an attempt to sow discord within the two great clans.

"Lady Tsunade, rest assured. The voice of the Senju clan will always come from your lineage, the First Hokage's line! No one else has the right to speak for us!" Senju Moku declared angrily.

But Tsunade waved him off.

"Enough. If those old fools want to play games, let's play along. Don't think for a second that the Senju are finished."

"Shirou is very sharp. When the proposal for the deputy captain was brought up in the village, he immediately chose to ignore it and stayed on the front lines, leaving that brat Fugaku to return."

Seeing the confident expression on Tsunade's face, Senju Moku frowned as Tsunade walked over to a sophisticated machine. He hesitated before asking softly:

"So, Lady Tsunade, what do you plan to do?"

"Me?" Tsunade opened the machine in front of Senju Moku, then looked up and smiled.

"Since they want to research my grandfather's power, as his granddaughter, how can I not be present?"

Hearing this, Senju Moku's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling as if it had exploded.

 Tsunade was going to join the research project.

As his brain buzzed, Senju Moku suddenly realized something and nodded excitedly.

"Lady Tsunade, you're truly wise! If you participate, the entire Senju clan will unite and no longer be influenced by outside forces. With your medical ninjutsu expertise...

If the First Hokage's power is truly restored, I believe no one but you, Lady Tsunade, is worthy of wielding it!"

This was a brilliant countermeasure!

The village's higher-ups had used an open plot to divide the Senju clan, but Tsunade not only agreed to their plan but also decided to join the research herself, effectively neutralizing their scheme.

With Tsunade's capabilities and influence, she would naturally become the main person in charge of the project. Everyone involved would have to follow her lead, and any progress made with this power would first benefit the Senju clan.

Internally, no one in the Senju clan would dare voice dissent.

As Senju Moku couldn't help but admire her, Tsunade impatiently waved him off.

"Alright, go relay my decision to the village. I'll return in a while."

"Understood! Rest assured, Lady Tsunade!"

Senju Moku left excitedly, completely ignoring the white liquid within the machine and the various data reports displayed on the screen—likely because he didn't understand them.

After he left, Tsunade lowered her head and stared at the white liquid in the test tube and the data in the reports. Her brown eyes glinted with a chilling light.

"Just as I thought! This is my grandfather's power. It seems certain old fools in the village have been secretly researching the Wood Release project for a long time."

At that moment, Tsunade's face twisted into a smile, but her eyes burned with cold fury.

The previous night, when a barrier had shattered and a pair of hands had emerged from underground to stop her, she had noticed no traces of evidence—something she could attribute to a unique ninja ability.

But when she severed the wrist of her attacker, she couldn't find it on the battlefield afterward. All she found near her ankle were a few drops of pale liquid. This discovery had shocked her.

It wasn't red blood!

Moreover, the pale blood carried a familiar power. After secretly collecting it and conducting research, her suspicions were confirmed.

Wood Release power, infused with the cells of her grandfather, the First Hokage.

"Ridiculous! What a sick joke!"

In the dim room, Tsunade's shoulders trembled as she lowered her head. A few crystal-clear tears fell to the floor, and her self-mocking laughter echoed through the space.

"Heh... What a colossal joke. Grandpa, Grand Uncle! The village you gave your lives to protect has changed. They've turned against your clan, against your family!

Even the people in the village! The Will of Fire is laughable. They say the Uchiha are evil, but what I see are Uchihas fighting desperately to protect their comrades, while the ones who claim to protect the village hide in the shadows..."

Her hoarse voice, heavy with grief, reverberated through the room.

Tsunade's icy gaze locked onto the test tube of white liquid and the data report in her hand. She recalled how Shirou had repeatedly and subtly warned her to stay vigilant.

Shirou had known all along that the village intended to target both the Senju and Uchiha clans, yet he had borne the burden alone, enduring everything by himself.

Even in the end, he was still thinking of the village.

PS: I'm sorry guys I lied. Shirou already bangs Mikoto in the early chapters. But I didn't add lemon scenes because Shirou was too young. It's very weird, tbh.

Scene 1: In the Bathroom when Mikoto first awakened her sharingan.

Scene 2: When Mikoto used transformation jutsu as Kushina.