Naruto :Madam, You Don’t Want Anything To Happen To Sasuke, Right?

Uzumaki Karin was brought back to the Hidden Mist Village by one of Uchiha Haru's clones.

The Fifth Mizukage, Mei Terumi, Chief Kaguya of the Kaguya Clan, and a group of high-ranking officials immediately recognized her identity upon seeing her bright red hair. She was unmistakably of the Uzumaki Clan.

"Red hair! That's red hair!"

"This is the symbol of the Uzumaki Clan! We've found a descendant of the Uzumaki Clan to become the Six-Tails Jinchūriki!"

"In this world, there's no one more suited to be a Jinchūriki than someone from the Uzumaki Clan!"

…

The entire room buzzed with excitement.

The Uzumaki Clan was widely known for their extraordinary vitality and chakra reserves—traits that made them ideal vessels for tailed beasts.

And Uzumaki Karin was still young.

She hadn't yet been influenced by the Will of Fire from Konoha, nor the Will of Stone from Iwagakure.

She was like a blank slate—easily molded.

Such a person was the perfect candidate to become a loyal Jinchūriki.

As for Uchiha Haru, he left immediately after delivering Karin. He had no intention of lingering.

The Hidden Mist Village had plenty of experience in transferring tailed beasts. They would handle the process of making Karin the next host of the Six-Tails, Saiken.

Years ago, they had even transferred the Three-Tails into Konoha's Nohara Rin, planning to let the beast go wild and destroy the Hidden Leaf from within.

But that operation had ended in failure.

Rin had sacrificed herself to protect the village.

Later, the Three-Tails was successfully sealed into the Fourth Mizukage, Yagura.

Clearly, it hadn't been a fluke.

The Mist had refined the sealing process—a technique other villages still couldn't replicate.

Uchiha Haru had no need to concern himself with such matters.

He had more important things to do.

That evening, in his room, Haru was meditating, working on fusing Sage Chakra with his normal chakra.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.

He sensed someone approaching.

Sure enough, moments later—

Knock knock knock!

"Minister Haru, are you there?"

A soft, familiar voice called through the door.

It was Uchiha Mikoto.

Without needing to guess, Haru knew it must be about her beloved son, Sasuke.

Since arriving at the Hidden Mist Village, Mikoto had made a habit of coming to him whenever he returned from a mission, always eager to ask about Sasuke.

Haru didn't mind.

After all, a mother's heart is always with her children.

He could understand.

"Come in," he said simply.

The door opened quietly, and Uchiha Mikoto stepped inside.

She looked noticeably thinner than the last time they had spoken.

Understandable.

Her world had crumbled overnight.

Her husband, Fugaku, had taken his own life.

Her eldest son, Itachi, had massacred the Uchiha Clan.

Her youngest son, Sasuke, was now alone in Konoha, cut off from everything.

How could she possibly be okay?

It was no wonder she looked so worn down.

And yet…

Haru noticed something different about her tonight.

She looked... beautiful.

More than before.

Though she was the mother of two children, Mikoto had always been a natural beauty who cared for herself meticulously.

Even in her thirties, her skin remained luminous and youthful. Her features were refined and delicate, her presence calm and graceful.

Tonight, she wore light makeup—not enough to stand out, but just enough to highlight her serene features.

If the old Mikoto had the air of a gentle, virtuous wife, then the Mikoto standing before him now bore the quiet elegance of a beautiful widow.

Mikoto stood awkwardly in the doorway, her head slightly lowered, avoiding Haru's eyes.

That wasn't like her.

She'd always come confidently to ask about Sasuke.

"Do you want to ask if there's any news about Sasuke?" Haru asked calmly.

Mikoto hesitated, then nodded.

"I heard you went to the Land of Grass recently… and brought back a child," she said softly.

"I just wanted to ask… did you hear anything about Sasuke along the way?"

"Is he… is he doing okay?"

The Hidden Mist Village, being surrounded by sea, was naturally isolated from the other great shinobi nations.

News was scarce.

The only way to get updates was through ninjas returning from missions or intelligence specialists assigned to surveillance duties.

But after the Mist's brutal "Bloody Mist" era, its reputation across the world had plummeted.

No one trusted them enough to hire their services anymore.

As for intel, it rarely trickled down to ordinary people.

So if Mikoto wanted to know anything about her son, her only option was to turn to Haru.

Fortunately, Haru had always been kind to her.

He'd even promised her once that he would bring Sasuke back to Konoha someday.

That was why she found the courage to keep coming back, even if it embarrassed her.

"No," Haru replied without hesitation.

"This time, I was looking for a suitable Jinchūriki for the Six-Tails to prevent it from going berserk and harming the Hidden Mist Village, so I didn't stay outside for too long."

Uchiha Haru spoke in a calm, composed tone.

"Oh…"

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Mikoto's expression dimmed. Her large, watery eyes shimmered with sorrow and worry. That look made Haru sigh inwardly.

Uchiha Fugaku had died early, but fate had not entirely abandoned him. At least he had left before things could grow even more complicated.

Haru continued, "However, before I arrived in the Land of Grass, I ran into someone."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Jiraiya—one of Konoha's Legendary Sannin."

"I asked him to look after Sasuke once he returned to the Hidden Leaf Village."

"Jiraiya-sama… the Third Hokage's disciple?"

Mikoto's eyes lit up with hope at the mention of the name.

"Yes."

Haru nodded.

"That's wonderful news."

The heavy sorrow in Mikoto's expression lifted slightly, replaced by a flicker of surprise and relief. She clearly still held a deep trust in Jiraiya.

"Lord Jiraiya is someone reliable," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "If he's looking after Sasuke, then I know he'll be safe."

Haru simply smiled and said nothing more.

In truth, even if he hadn't made that arrangement, Sasuke would have been fine.

Sasuke had a brother who continued to protect him from the shadows.

As long as Itachi was alive, not even Hiruzen Sarutobi or Danzo would dare touch him.

But with Jiraiya watching over him too, Mikoto had an extra layer of reassurance—a reason to rest a little easier.

"Haru, thank you."

"Without you… I really don't know what I would've done."

Even in her joy, Mikoto didn't forget to express her gratitude.

After all, all of this was made possible because of Haru.

And he could have walked away.

After the night the Uchiha Clan was exterminated, Mikoto's name—her family's name—had fallen to the lowest depths of disgrace.

At the most critical moment, Uchiha Fugaku had vanished. As the clan head, he hadn't shouldered his responsibilities. Then, his son—Uchiha Itachi—had stood by the Leaf and turned his blade on his own kin.

It was beyond absurd.

Did Fugaku not know what his son had done?

Or had he, in his despair, chosen to allow it?

Among the surviving Uchiha, aside from Haru and a few elders, almost no one held any good will toward Mikoto's family.

Now Fugaku was dead, and Itachi had vanished.

Naturally, all that resentment had fallen on Mikoto's shoulders.

Yet even in the face of such hatred, she stood tall. Not because she was fearless, but because of Sasuke.

As long as her son lived, she had to stay strong—so that one day, Sasuke could return to her and grow up safe and whole.

And the only one who had helped her through all of this—the only one willing to stand by her—was Uchiha Haru.

The gratitude in Mikoto's gaze was beyond words.

"You don't have to thank me," Haru replied coolly. "It's my duty."

It was true. He had his own reasons for helping Sasuke.

But Mikoto didn't know that.

All she saw was a man who had given her hope when she had none.

And as a woman, Mikoto wasn't blind to the way men looked at her.

Even as a widow, she still possessed a graceful, mature beauty—dignified and reserved, yet deeply alluring.

She had always been careful not to misinterpret kindness. But she knew what it meant when a man's gaze lingered.

Even Uchiha Haru, ever so composed, couldn't entirely hide it.

His eyes never disrespected her—never wandered inappropriately—but there was something unspoken in them, something restrained.

A flicker that came and went too quickly to name.

"I… I really don't know how to thank you…"

Her voice grew softer.

Mikoto bit her lip, her cheeks turning pink.

But thank him how?

Her husband was dead. She had nothing left—no wealth, no clan, no reputation.

What could she offer?

Haru's eyes flashed with a subtle, unreadable light.

He knew what she meant.

And in the next moment…

The robe draped over Uchiha Mikoto's shoulders slipped silently to the floor.

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Early the next morning, as the mist began to lift from the streets of Kirigakure, Uchiha Mikoto quietly exited Haru's residence, sticking close to the wall to avoid being seen.

Very few were awake at that hour.

She had gotten very little rest that night.

And yet, there wasn't a trace of fatigue on her face.

On the contrary, she looked radiant—her cheeks flushed, her skin glowing faintly in the dawn light.

Though… her walk was slightly awkward.

And anyone watching might wonder why.

Inside the room, Uchiha Haru sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his cloak over his shoulders.

He looked completely refreshed.

He had, admittedly, given up something that he had kept since arriving in this world.

But it didn't feel like a loss.

In fact, he had gained something.

Happiness. Connection. Chakra.

Yes, that last one surprised even him.

Haru could clearly sense it: his chakra reserves had increased slightly.

The difference was small—but noticeable.

Could this have been a result of his encounter with Mikoto?

He narrowed his eyes, thoughtful.

Was there actually a tangible benefit?

That was… interesting.

Very interesting.

Maybe he should test it again.

Say, with Mei Terumi?

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