Naruto: I'm Really Not an Evil Uchiha!

The Anbu didn't step in to stop him.

This indicated that Shimizu entering Kushina's home was still within the acceptable boundaries.

Currently, the primary conflict surrounding the Uchiha was due to their involvement with the Konoha Police Force, which had caused them to offend many people, combined with their inherently arrogant demeanor that made them unlikable.

There were also historical issues left behind by Uchiha Madara. While there were minor frictions with the village, they were still within manageable limits.

This was because the Uchiha had not yet demonstrated any real danger.

What truly sparked the unspeakable dread towards the Uchiha was the Nine-Tails.

When the Nine-Tails rampaged through Konoha, causing countless deaths and injuries, a pair of Sharingan, with three tomoe, appeared in the massive eyes of the beast that night.

Anyone with functioning eyes could see that the Nine-Tails' outburst was inseparable from the Uchiha.

Many began to suspect that the Sharingan had the ability to control the Nine-Tails—this monstrous entity.

Naturally, the Uchiha became the target of everyone's suspicion and fear.

"Well, pardon my intrusion then."

Shimizu stepped into the entryway, changed into indoor shoes, and followed behind Kushina.

"Make yourself at home."

Kushina quickly changed her shoes and dashed upstairs.

"Wait in the living room for a bit. I'm going to tidy up my room."

"Sure."

Shimizu nodded and began silently observing the decorations and layout of the house.

The building seemed to be divided into three floors.

The first floor contained the basics: the living room, kitchen, and bathroom. The second floor housed Kushina's bedroom.

The top floor, however, was a spacious, spiral-shaped room—the Uzumaki Clan's shrine.

Engraved on the floor was a massive clan seal. When a Jinchūriki was nearby, the seal could strengthen their abilities and interact with the outer sealing barrier, forming a dual-layered defense.

Though Kushina usually slept on the lower floor, the influence of the seal was ever-present. While it was her home, it also resembled a "prison."

In Konoha, there was another Uzumaki Clan shrine dedicated to the gods, the same place where Orochimaru obtained the mask.

As Shimizu wandered through the living room, everything seemed orderly and proper.

He could sense the constant watchful eyes of the Anbu monitoring him.

However, their gaze wasn't sharp or hostile; it was merely observant, devoid of tension.

"Perhaps it's because there's nothing valuable here?" Shimizu mused.

He speculated that the Uzumaki shrine didn't hold much anymore. Most of the clan's sealing techniques were likely stored in the "Hokage's Residence."

Even the Scroll of Seals, which Naruto would one day attempt to steal, was kept in that place.

According to The Book of Soldiers, the Hokage's Residence had been the repository for forbidden jutsu scrolls and confidential documents since the First Hokage's era.

Still, Kushina probably had a few personal techniques stored somewhere, perhaps in her own room.

"All done!"

Kushina's voice called down from the loft.

Shimizu ascended the stairs and stepped into Kushina's bedroom.

Her large bed was covered with rows of small pillows, each adorned with cute cartoon patterns.

A small bookshelf filled with books stood by the bed, and on the nightstand sat a lamp and a photo of Uzumaki Mito. Beside it was a green potted plant.

It was clear that Uzumaki Kushina had a very girlish heart.

"Hey, don't go looking around too much."

Kushina waved her delicate hand in front of Shimizu's eyes.

Though she was several years older than Shimizu, she regarded him as just a kid. Her simple nature kept her from overthinking his presence.

If it had been anyone else, they likely wouldn't have brought a boy into their bedroom so casually.

"I wasn't looking."

Kushina's room had clearly been tidied up—there were no personal items in sight. There wasn't much to see anyway.

Moreover, with the Anbu keeping a constant watch from outside the window, Shimizu wouldn't dare appear overly curious.

"Alright, lie down."

Kushina obediently lay face down on the soft bed, her back to Shimizu, as he gathered chakra into his hands.

Once she was in position, Shimizu began channeling his chakra through his fingertips into Kushina's meridian system.

With his precise technique, her tense and nervous muscles gradually relaxed.

"Ah~"

Kushina couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation as waves of warm energy flowed into her body. The sensation was so soothing that she inadvertently vocalized her comfort, much like Mikoto had.

It reminded her of the feeling of being held in her mother's arms as a child—a deep sense of security.

The constant anxiety and restlessness in her heart slowly eased.

"So this is a massage? It's quite nice," Kushina mused, recalling how her best friend had recommended it to her. No wonder she had been so eager to persuade her to try it.

Shimizu continued to knead, press, and rub, stimulating her blood circulation, unblocking meridians, and adjusting nerve functions.

With each motion, the green chakra at his fingertips seeped into her body.

Under a unique ninjutsu technique, the chakra softened, offering effects beyond those of traditional massage methods.

"Mmm~"

As Shimizu worked, Kushina felt a rising heat in her abdomen, prompting her to unconsciously rub her thighs together. She could feel a primal instinct stirring deep within her.

Inside her body, her blue chakra intertwined with the green, gradually acclimating to its presence after initial friction.

Shimizu's lips curled into a subtle, enigmatic smile.

Allowing someone's chakra to enter your meridian system recklessly was a risky move—it could easily leave behind a backdoor.

Having practiced on Mikoto for so long, Shimizu's medical knowledge had advanced significantly. He had even developed a seemingly insignificant new jutsu...

"Why... why does my body feel..."

Kushina exhaled a warm breath onto the pristine sheets, her entire body brimming with energy, as though she needed to release it somehow.

Suddenly, her nose picked up a peculiar fragrance.

Kushina's nostrils flared as she tried to identify its source.

When she turned her head, her gaze fell upon Shimizu.

"Perfume?"

She wondered.

It was the first time she had encountered such a strange scent—not like shampoo or body wash, but a pure, unique fragrance.

"This is normal. The vitality of the Uzumaki Clan is immense, so some unusual reactions are to be expected. It'll stabilize soon."

Seeing the deepening blush on her face, Shimizu offered a kind explanation.

"Oh, I see."

Kushina's cheeks flushed even more. The odd sensations embarrassed her greatly.

She turned her head slightly, sneaking a glance at the focused Shimizu.

He's just a kid. What could he possibly know?

Minute by minute, time ticked by. Sweat began to bead on Kushina's forehead, dampening her entire body as though she had just stepped out of a sauna.

Her white shirt clung to her shapely figure, and her long red hair cascaded down her back, giving her an unintentional but homely charm.

"All done."

Shimizu exhaled deeply, withdrawing his hands.

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