Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou-Chapter 187: Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou [] (R18)

Naka Shrine.

The sacred meeting room of the Uchiha clan was unusually lively this time. Excitement filled the air, and no one attempted to stop the commotion. On the contrary, everyone seemed thrilled.

"Lord Shirou was appointed by the Third Hokage as one of the reserve squad captains. This is an elite unit that answers only to the Hokage!"

"Hmph! The Third Hokage is too arrogant. The failure of the Kumogakure collapse plan embarrassed not only him but also brought shame to our Konoha in the ninja world."

"The Ninja Academy is preparing for early graduations, and this time the Hokage is even asking all the clans to assign people as team leaders..."

Although the outbreak of war was an extremely serious matter, the reappearance of the Mangekyō Sharingan within the Uchiha clan filled every member with nothing but excitement.

Especially for Uchiha Shirou, who could feel this deep respect from the clan since his return. Even the clan leader showed a genuine smile of goodwill as Shirou took his seat.

"Shirou, the future of our clan during this war is entrusted to you. Fugaku is currently defending the Kirigakure's border. I hear the Third Hokage plans to appoint the Hyūga clan to serve as commanders. Hmph! The same old tactics."

Though disdainful, the clan leader couldn't deny the cunning strategy of the Third Hokage.

The Hyūga clan, ruled by the main family, would never refuse such a tempting offer. After all, the branch family always bore the brunt of the fighting, sparing the main family from any real sacrifice.

This was the fundamental reason why Shirou looked down on the Hyūga clan. To him, they lacked backbone. The branch family fought and bled, yet their fate was controlled by the main family.

This dynamic made the Hyūga clan the most awkward among Konoha's three great noble clans. While the Uchiha were ostracized, they still held contempt for the Hyūga's behavior.

"Shirou, you're now the deputy head of the Police Force, the head of the Medical Division, and during the war, you'll serve as a reserve squad captain. You have full authority to mobilize the clan's best and brightest."

The Uchiha clan, known for their reverence for strength, was now fully behind Shirou thanks to the presence of his Mangekyō Sharingan. The clan leader boldly abandoned his previous strategy to give Shirou his full support.

The clan leader's position? His son? None of it mattered!

If the entire clan could help Shirou achieve unparalleled military success during this war, and if he were to become Hokage in the future, the clan leader would gladly scatter his ashes while smiling in the afterlife.

Before the Mangekyō, the old clan leader believed that Shirou's relationship with Tsunade would secure him a position among the Hokage's high-ranking advisors, fully integrating him into the power center.

But with the Mangekyō Sharingan, the old clan leader's confidence soared. His eyes now gleamed with pride, and he thought, "The Hokage title rotates. It's about time it belongs to us Uchiha."

"Thank you for the trust, clan leader, and everyone else."

Facing the Uchiha clan, Shirou felt at ease. As long as you were strong enough and not cruel to your people, they would follow you with absolute fervor.

No intricate schemes were necessary. The Uchiha were simple and direct—strength always triumphed.

"The reserve squad is expected to have about one hundred members, with the minimum requirement being elite Chūnin..."

Shirou smiled as he discussed his appointment. Although he had awakened the Mangekyō, he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could dominate the ninja world alone.

At this stage, he was merely a strong Kage-level ninja. When it came to building a loyal force during wartime, there was nothing more reassuring than relying on his clan members.

After all, history has shown that the Uchiha clan always favored their bloodline when forming trusted inner circles.

"A hundred members, huh!"

Hearing this, the old clan leader frowned slightly. The number seemed small, but it was better than nothing.

"You can choose anyone from the clan, except those already on missions or vital to the Police Force. I'll give you a team configuration of seventeen elite Jōnin with three-tomoe Sharingan, matching the strength of an ANBU squad. If that's not enough, I'll arrange more..."

As expected of the Uchiha, a clan that valued strength above all else. Offering an ANBU squad configuration right off the bat was no small gesture.

This wasn't just any squad configuration. A pure combat ANBU squad in Konoha had only four teams, each with 17 members. Including the ANBU commander and vice commander, the total number was 70, with the lowest rank being a Special Jōnin.

The Uchiha's elite Jōnin, all equipped with three-tomoe Sharingan, had greater combat power than any elite ANBU squad.

Even Shirou couldn't help but marvel. "No wonder the Third Hokage fears us. With strength like this, who could sleep soundly?"

"That's more than enough."

Appreciating the clan leader's goodwill, Shirout smiled. He had initially hoped for just ten members, but he'd gained far more than expected.

It was clear—your family would always be your strongest supporters.

"This reserve squad will also operate in three-man teams. I'll select suitable members from other clans and civilian ninjas as well..."

Hearing that Shirou wouldn't rely solely on their clan, the clan leader nodded in relief, even smiling with approval.

He had worried that the Mangekyō might make Shirou arrogant and dismissive, relying only on his clan. At this young age, anyone would feel superior to the entire ninja world.

"I understand what you mean. I'll have someone send Mikoto a list of all our Chūnin-level members for you to pick from."

Grateful for the clan leader's support, Shirou nodded and said, "This reserve squad will still need time to adjust. I'll assign Jōnin to lead the teams to ensure they adapt as quickly as possible. Mikoto will continue handling the Intelligence and Medical Division. As for vice-captains, I'll appoint Uchiha Yashiro and Aburame Shikuro."

Among the crowd, Uchiha Yashiro was stunned when he heard his name. Then, seeing the envious looks from his fellow clansmen, he realized what had happened. Overcome with emotion, he shouted:

"Uchiha Yashiro will never disappoint Lord Shirou!"

He hadn't expected to be chosen. Though he had recently advanced to Jōnin and awakened the three-tomoe Sharingan, his potential was nearly spent. Who would've thought Shirou would entrust him with such an important role instead of favoring younger talents?

Shirou's loyalty to his original subordinates only made the other Uchiha more determined to follow him.

As for Aburame Shikuro, the Uchiha clan had no doubts about him. His nanoscopic poisonous insects had already proven his strength on the battlefield, earning their respect.

When Shirou left Naka Shrine, he could feel the Uchiha clan's reverence for strength. Along the way, everyone's gazes were filled with admiration and respect.

...

"Shirou, here's the list the clan leader just gave me. It contains information on all the Chūnin in our clan."

Back home, Uchiha Mikoto, with a gentle smile befitting a caring wife, unrolled the scroll.

"The clan leader also entrusted you with handling the early graduations from the Ninja Academy. Although noble clans don't value civilian ninjas much, considering your future with the Mangekyō, the Uchiha must prepare."

Watching Mikoto organize everything so efficiently, Shirou smiled.

"I have to thank you, Mikoto. If they knew you were the first to awaken the Mangekyō, this glory wouldn't belong to me."

Mikoto smiled and shook her head.

"No, this glory is yours, Shirou, and no one can take it away. Besides, your Mangekyō is so beautiful..."

In the living room, the two of them unknowingly embraced. Mikoto caressed Shirou's eyes with fascination.

Shirou chuckled, knowing Mikoto's peculiar obsession. Slowly, his dazzling Mangekyō Sharingan emerged, captivating her further.

Entranced, Mikoto murmured, "A Mangekyō for a Mangekyō. I am the one most suited for you..."

As she gently kissed him, Mikoto whispered seductively in his ear:

"Shirou, I'm wearing black stockings..."

Looking down, Shirou finally noticed that Mikoto had changed into black stockings at some point after returning home.

"Mikoto!"

"Shirou, the Uchiha are yours. The Hokage title is yours. Mikoto will always stand behind you."

Two pairs of dazzling eyes met, revealing a mutual trust built on honesty. Both sides broke into smiles.

In the living room, their bodies pressed together as passion overtook them. Mikoto's fingers traced the contours of Shirou's face, lingering over his eyes with an almost religious devotion. Her own Mangekyō Sharingan activated in response to his, crimson patterns swirling hypnotically.

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"Mmmmh, your eyes..." she moaned softly as his hands roamed down her sides, finding the lacy tops of her stockings. The silky black material clung to her thighs enticingly. Shirou groaned as he felt the contrast between smooth nylon and bare skin.

Their lips crashed together hungrily, tongues dancing as Mikoto ground against him. She gasped when his fingers slipped under her skirt, teasing along the sensitive skin above her stockings.

"Shirou... take me... claim what's yours..."

He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her upstairs.

Their clothes left a trail - her blouse, his shirt, her skirt puddled on the steps. By the time they reached the bedroom, Mikoto wore only those sinful black stockings.

Shirou laid her on the bed, drinking in the sight of her. Her chest heaved with each breath, nipples hardened to stiff peaks. The stockings emphasized the creamy perfection of her thighs and the glistening wetness between them.

"Please..." she whimpered as he kissed down her body. His tongue traced patterns on her inner thighs, making her squirm. When he finally tasted her, she cried out, fingers tangling in his hair.

"Ah~! Shirou! Yes!" Her back arched as he devoured her, his skilled tongue bringing her right to the edge before pulling back. Again and again, he teased her, until she was sobbing with need.

Only then did he rise above her, positioning himself at her entrance. Their Sharingan eyes locked as he thrust deep inside her welcoming heat. "Mine," he growled possessively.

"Yours!" she screamed as he pounded into her. "All yours! Forever!"

The bed creaked rhythmically as they moved together, lost in pleasure. Mikoto's stockinged legs wrapped tight around him, heels digging into his back as she urged him deeper. Their moans and cries of ecstasy echoed off the walls.

When release finally claimed them both, it was explosive. Mikoto's inner walls clenched around him as she came with a shriek of his name. Shirou followed moments later, filling her with his seed as he roared his completion.

They lay tangled together afterward, sweat cooling on their skin. Mikoto's stockings were delightfully rumpled, runs forming where his eager hands had gripped too hard. She smiled contentedly and kissed him before rising to shower.

...

The sound of running water soon filled the air, along with Mikoto's sultry voice calling: "Care to join me for round two?"

Shirou's eyes gleamed as he followed his lover to the bathroom. The night was still young, after all.

Steam filled the bathroom as Shirou stepped into the shower behind Mikoto, admiring how the water cascaded down her curves. She turned to face him, eyes still glowing with that hypnotic Mangekyō pattern as rivulets traced paths down her breasts.

"Mmm, I was hoping you'd join me," she purred, pressing her wet body against his. Her hands slid over his slick chest as she kissed him deeply. The hot water pounded against their skin as their tongues dueled.

Shirou pinned her against the shower wall, making her gasp at the cold tiles on her back. His mouth found her neck, sucking and biting as his hands gripped her thighs.

"Still so wet," he growled, fingers sliding between her legs to find her dripping core.

"Ahhhh~! Shirou~!" she cried out as he lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his arm to open her up. The new angle let him thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them to hit that special spot that made her see stars.

"That's it Mikoto, let me hear your sweet moan," he commanded, adding a third finger as his thumb circled her clit. Mikoto's moans echoed off the bathroom walls, mixing with the sound of running water and wet skin slapping together.

"Please... need you inside me..." she begged breathlessly. Shirou didn't make her wait, lifting her other leg so she was fully suspended between him and the wall. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her welcoming heat.

"Ah~! Yes~!" Mikoto screamed as he pounded into her relentlessly. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails that the shower immediately washed away. The steam grew thicker as their passion intensified.

Shirou's thrusts grew harder, faster, driving them both toward the edge. "Come for me," he demanded, his Sharingan spinning wildly as he stared into her matching eyes.

That was all it took - Mikoto threw her head back with a shriek as her orgasm crashed through her. Her inner walls clamped down on him like a vice, triggering his release. He buried himself deep as he filled her with another load of his seed.

They stayed joined for long moments, kissing lazily as the water washed away the evidence of their passion. Finally, Shirou set her gently on her feet, steadying her when her legs trembled.

"Let me wash you," he murmured, reaching for the soap. His strong hands massaged her tired muscles as he cleaned every inch of her body. Mikoto hummed contentedly, already plotting how to seduce him again once they made it to bed.

In the enormous bathtub, Mikoto's face still glowed with a pinkish flush. At that moment, she squinted her eyes while looking at the already large bathtub in her home, revealing a rare look of dissatisfaction.

"I miss the hot springs at Kushina's mansion."

Shirou pulled Mikoto into his embrace, and the two indulged in a moment of bliss.

It was hard to say whether Kushina had learned from Mikoto's playful and clumsy personality or if they were simply kindred spirits by nature.

Shirou lowered his head slightly and said softly:

"Mikoto, having our people in the Intelligence and Medical Divisions is enough. What this ninja world truly needs is strength..."

"Mmm, mmm," Mikoto murmured.

...

The next day, the Ninja Academy held an unprecedented graduation exam. The field was packed with ninja students, forming a dense crowd.

The oldest were around ten years old, while the youngest—eight-year-olds—had also come to take the exam.

In the school corridor, through the transparent glass, Uchiha Shirou, Minato Namikaze, and Sarutobi Shinnosuke—his body wrapped in bandages—silently watched the scene.

"According to the information, the Four Great Ninja Villages are convening the Four Kage Summit. It won't be long before an unprecedented war engulfs the entire ninja world," Minato said with a sigh, shaking his head as he watched the students outside, their faces full of innocent smiles and excitement for the exam.

These young ones had no idea that graduation would soon mean stepping into a cruel battlefield. Such innocent smiles wouldn't last much longer.

Sarutobi Shinnosuke, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, could only shake his head helplessly at Minato's lament.

"We can only accelerate their growth as quickly as possible, so they can be reborn through the flames of war."

However, as the two spoke, Shirou's face broke into a mocking smile.

"What a display of the Will of Fire. Young children are sent to the battlefield in waves to protect the village. You only see the brutality these soon-to-be graduates will face, but from my perspective, they're still the lucky ones."

Facing the gazes of the other two, Shirou didn't hold back. His words also attracted the attention of countless Konoha ninjas in the corridor.

In the corridor, numerous Konoha jōnin and special jōnin were either standing or leaning against the walls. It was evident that they were the instructors for this round of teams.

The most outstanding and promising students were taken by the elite. The majority of the remaining freshly graduated genin would be assigned to instructors who were merely elite chūnin.

"The battlefield has just begun, and the ninjas in the village still have the time and patience to nurture them. But as the war escalates, look at the crowd outside the academy gates. They are the ones who are truly pitiful.

One by one, parents eagerly send their children to the Ninja Academy, unaware that in just a few years, their children will graduate only to face war. And this time, the admission standards have been lowered to the bare minimum..."

Shirou's sarcastic voice echoed, silencing Minato. Sarutobi Shinnosuke took another puff of his cigarette, his eyes growing darker.

All the Konoha ninjas in the corridor were shrouded in gloom. Everyone knew this truth, but who dared to speak it aloud? Only someone from the Uchiha clan would have the gall to do so.

Just then, the sound of respectful greetings echoed through the corridor. As the crowd made way, a figure slowly approached.

"Lord Danzo!"

"Sir!"

Even the typically high-ranking jōnin and special jōnin of Konoha straightened up and greeted respectfully when Shimura Danzo arrived.

Even Minato Namikaze and Sarutobi Shinnosuke showed deference upon seeing Danzo's approach.

"Lord Danzo!"

In response to the respectful greetings, Shimura Danzo nodded calmly. However, as he passed by Shirou, he stopped in his tracks.

"Uchiha! I hope you won't hold back your Mangekyō Sharingan during this war. Every Konoha ninja must contribute to this effort," Danzo said.

Though Shimura Danzo harbored deep prejudice against the Uchiha clan, he knew how to exercise restraint in public. However, his words were meant to provoke, accusing the Uchiha clan of hiding their strength.

Initially unwilling to engage with Danzo, Shirou's face shifted into a dangerous smile upon hearing the provocation.

"Captain Danzo! If we're talking about hiding strength, that honor belongs to the Root. Forcibly taking talented young ninjas from various clans and turning them into tools for your use."

The two locked eyes with dangerous intensity. Danzo's cold gaze bore into Shirou, who responded with a scoff.

This kind of statement didn't need defending. Attempting to explain would only trap Danzo in a cycle of self-justification. The Uchiha did not need to explain anything.

"In that case, I'll trouble you, Captain Uchiha Shirou, to deliver this notice to the Uchiha clan leader. The village requires the Uchiha's powerful strength to form a reserve force for the coming war."

Who would dare say Shimura Danzo didn't know how to play this verbal game?

"That won't be necessary," Shirou replied.

Right in front of Danzo, Shirou grunted dismissively. With a flash of lightning from his palm, the scroll was reduced to ashes. Under everyone's astonished gaze, Shirou's next words shocked the entire corridor.

"The Uchiha clan doesn't have the habit of becoming someone's dog!"

Everyone's minds buzzed with disbelief as they stared at the scene. Even Minato's face darkened.