Konoha didn't look like it used to. Shit had changed — like, a lot. Someone had clearly been given build mode, because this little village was now closer to Tokyo than what it was a couple of years ago.
Gone were the old wooden houses and paper walls. Now it was sleek steel, reinforced concrete, even holo-signs flickering with kanji like "Ichiraku Ramen 2.0" and "Uzumaki Fuel — powering your chakra and your car."
Mikoto adjusted her coat as she and Kushina strolled down the street. "You know," she said, hands in pockets, "I never thought I'd see the day a genin could buy a plasma shuriken on sale."
"Tch, don't even get me started. Jiraiya-sensei is a weirdo. As soon as he found R34, he's never come out of meditation," Kushina said. She didn't understand why people went through such lengths for just a simple site.
Something about him doing commissions for some Tsunade stuff — she had no clue what that was about.
Speaking of Tsunade, the single lady was thriving. Something to do with feet and something-something "only fan."
She didn't touch that stuff, but oh well. Apparently, it was an infinite money glitch. Tsunade never actually did anything freaky, just teased once a month or anytime she was short on cash or something like that.
Kushina and Mikoto passed a fenced-off training ground. Civilians — actual civilians — were practicing with rifles under a bright digital scoreboard that displayed accuracy ratings. A man barked orders from the side:
"Remember! No chakra? No problem! Your gun doesn't run out of ammo if you pay your subscription!"
Mikoto pondered a bit. While yes, shinobi now accepted guns and all that stuff, it had become mandatory for every civilian in a ninja village to know how to use one — and she did mean everyone. And training started young. If you had no talent for being a ninja, there were always guns.
Some people even invented jutsu for guns — like curving bullets, fusing shadow clones with them, or finding ways to infuse jutsu into seals and load that into bullets. People could now fire off bullets made of any element or something like that.
The women both laughed as they entered the spa — a sleek dome made of black glass, steam drifting from vents shaped like lotus flowers. Inside, it was heaven. Hot water, dim light, and the faint smell of jasmine and ozone (probably from the purifier system).
They sank into the pool.
It was relaxing — they quite enjoyed their warm bath.
"This feels... nice," Mikoto said with a peaceful look.
"It does. No war, just peace. This is great," Kushina said, a bundle of joy. Why wouldn't she be? She managed to snatch away the man she wanted — wouldn't you also be happy?
She never regretted it. Being married to a medical ninja prodigy was truly the best, and she shall not explain why. {Vibrating dick... on-command climax... and so on. Nothing beats adaptive dick though.}
Some changes had been made in Konoha.
"And you must be glad now, with the clan leader no longer on your neck," Kushina said.
"Hm," was Mikoto's reply.
She indeed was less stressed now. Konoha couldn't target the Uchiha clan anymore because, one, it was the strongest clan right now — technically second strongest, but come on, Seijuro was carrying 99% of the Kurama clan's power.
And second, the clan now allowed marriage outside the clan after Seijuro exchanged the elixir for it — you know, the elixir that purified one's bloodline.
It was a win-win for them. If they married a civilian, cool — they could always take the bath and return to being 100% Uchiha.
And if the elixir didn't work, it meant the other party had a kekkei genkai more dominant than the Uchiha's. Either way, that was a win.
So basically, the Uchiha pulled a Senju — and now the size of the clan had quintupled... no, sextupled... no, increased more than ten times over.
Who would've thought that in times of peace, people would fuck so much? Well, not like she was judging — she knew what she did three times a week.
"You know, the Hyuga aren't doing too hot either. Half of them gone after those missions, the other half too scared to open their damn eyes."
Mikoto hummed. "Yeah, I heard. The main branch had been unable to protect the side branch." You see, they still kinda didn't want the seal, so, you know, they kinda got slimed out.
"Mmhm. Only like fifty left." Yes, it was only that little, and it wasn't like the Hyuga could get picky with which clan members got married outside.
Aizen may or may not have dropped a book on their system, and no one — and I mean no one — was trying to have their baby branded with a slave mark just because some arrogant bitch looked down on them... and your ass only got to hit once.
Shit wasn't worth it.
So, you know, concessions had to be made.
They shared a look — equal parts pity and "yikes."
After a long soak, they eventually got out, dressed, and walked back through the cool night streets. The new Konoha skyline blinked with blue light — aircraft drones overhead, people driving hover-cars like it was normal. The world had changed, and somehow... it worked.
By the time they reached home, the lights inside were dim. The front door slid open with a soft pshhk.
Inside — silence. The kids were all sprawled across the couch and futons, completely passed out.
And there, sitting in the middle of it all like he'd just survived a war, was Seijuro.
A single towel over his shoulder, an apron that said "#1 Dad (Under Supervision)," and a plate of half-eaten food beside him. He gave them a thumbs-up, eyes slightly dead.
A/N havent even started writing chapter 4