"Yakumo, here are the dango you wanted."
Kurenai had just returned from outside when she noticed Yakumo stepping out of the bathroom. She couldn’t help but feel slightly curious.
"Didn’t you just take a bath this morning? Why are you bathing again?"
"It’s nothing... maybe I just have a bit of a cleanliness obsession!" Yakumo picked up a towel to wipe the water from her hair, then glanced apologetically at Kurenai. "Sorry to trouble you, Kurenai-sensei, for making this trip for !"
"Don’t be so polite. I happened to be free since Team 8 is training nearby. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even have ti to accompany you!" Kurenai glanced at the sky outside. "It’s already past midday. I’ll head to the training field and see if they’re slacking off. Yakumo, be careful while staying here alone."
"Don’t worry, Kurenai-sensei. What could possibly happen inside your house?"
"Alright, then it’s settled. Let know if you want to bring anything back for dinner!"
"No, I’m fine for now. I think these dango are more than enough."
"Fine, we’ll talk about it tonight then."
Kurenai didn’t nag further. After giving a few reminders, she left.
Yakumo carried the bag in one hand, towel in the other, and walked back to her room. There, she saw Kamizuki Hikari lounging comfortably. She went straight over and sat beside him.
"Help dry my hair. I want to eat."
"So you’re treating like a servant now, huh?" Hikari took the towel and turned, carefully drying her hair. His technique wasn’t very polished, but Yakumo didn’t seem to mind.
"Mmm, delicious! The sweet ones really are the best. Hikari-senpai, want a bite?"
Yakumo stretched out the skewer toward him, offering a half-bitten red bean dango.
"No thanks. I’ll pass."
"You really have no taste!"
"I think sweet ones are the worst. Dango taste best with a bit of salt, five-spice ones work too!"
"Get out, you heretic! Anyone outside the sweet faction is a heretic!"
"Alright, I’m leaving then!" Hikari said, pretending to set down the towel. Yakumo quickly grabbed his sleeve. "You’re not allowed to leave. Didn’t you co here because you had sothing to discuss? Spit it out already!"
"Right, I almost forgot! If you hadn’t reminded ..." Hikari’s tone shifted slightly. "On my last mission in the Land of Snow, I killed a mber of the Akatsuki. Now, soone from the organization is coming to Konoha looking for . I wanted to ask you to engage them in a genjutsu—just restrain them, nothing more."
"You got yourself in trouble?" Yakumo was puzzled. "Who could possibly make you cautious enough to avoid killing them right away? If they’re an enemy, isn’t death the simplest solution?"
Kill Uchiha Obito?
Admittedly, that was a valid idea.
But what about afterward?
One Uchiha Obito was rely a nuisance.
Without him to keep Nagato in check, preventing him from focusing entirely on his plans, Hikari might face an even more terrifying threat.
Keeping Obito alive ant keeping the enemy where he could still be controlled. Killing him might twist the shinobi world’s path into sothing Hikari couldn’t even predict.
"No, this guy can’t be killed yet."
Although Obito’s Mangekyō Sharingan, Kamui, was formidable, Hikari also understood space-ti ninjutsu. In that area, Obito held no overwhelming advantage.
Hikari only wanted two more years—ti to truly refine his power. When that day ca, he would reveal his hand.
For now, leaving Obito alive served two purposes: drawing Black Zetsu’s attention, and keeping him and Nagato locked in a tug-of-war.
"So troubleso!"
Yakumo frowned. "Since you ca to and not Kurenai-sensei, that ans this person must have extraordinary ntal strength and so knowledge of genjutsu. Controlling soone like that... even I can’t guarantee success."
"It’s fine. Just try. If you can control him, that’s ideal. If not, I’ll just confront him openly." Hikari wasn’t relying solely on Yakumo.
Even if her five-senses manipulation was powerful, genjutsu still relied on chakra. And with Obito’s Mangekyō granting heightened ntal resistance, Hikari only considered this approach in hopes of buying ti—ti to grow stronger.
"So that’s it... You’re just using as a backup plan!"
Yakumo pouted, setting down her dango. "Now I don’t feel like eating at all!"
Hikari glanced at the empty bag in her hand, speechless.
"You’ve already eaten everything but the last one, and now you say you’ve lost your appetite?"
"Shut up!" Yakumo glared at him, eyes fierce yet adorably stubborn. "n like you are the worst."
"Yes, yes, you’re right, Yakumo-sama. Guys like are totally the worst!" Hikari nodded along.
"You’re not allowed to say it yourself!"
"Alright, I won’t say it."
"Clumsy! You can’t even dry hair properly!" Yakumo shoved him, stood up, and looked into the mirror. With a small wave of her hand, a white mist drifted from her hair, leaving it perfectly dry.
Hikari stared, dumbfounded.
Sure, he could force out chakra to evaporate water on his body. But casually drying hair as effortlessly as Yakumo had just done? That was sothing else.
Not because he lacked ability—but because chakra was inherently more offensive. Aside from Yang Release, few techniques strengthened the body itself.
"Surprised? I used genjutsu to trick the water clinging to my hair into believing it evaporated. So it did."
Yakumo explained happily, delighted by Hikari’s astonishnt.
But Hikari’s heart wavered—not just impressed, but uneasy.
Yes, uneasy.
Kurama Yakumo’s abilities were frighteningly beyond his understanding.
’Isn’t the Kurama clan’s bloodline limit supposed to manipulate a person’s five senses? How can it deceive the environnt itself?’
Hikari specialized in Yin Release—mostly sealing techniques—and while his genjutsu was potent due to his sheer ntal strength, it paled next to Yakumo’s abilities.
Yakumo’s genjutsu didn’t just manipulate senses—it could alter the very perception of reality itself. That was what made it so terrifying.
Then again, in the original story, Yakumo’s debut had her casting genjutsu that produced lightning, striking the Hokage’s office.
Perhaps it wasn’t so surprising after all... or maybe it was.
"Hikari-senpai, if you keep staring at like that, I’ll get embarrassed~" Yakumo tugged at her collar—not to cover up, but to pull it wider.
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