bookbashuk Chapter 492 Deceiving 4 People
Chapter 492 Deceiving 4 People
The morning mist, like a thin veil, clung to the deep mountains on the border of the Land of Earth. The damp air, mixed with the smell of decaying grass and a faint stench of blood, seeped in through the cracks in the caves, permeating the dark and narrow spaces.
Uchiha Mitsunori slowly raised his hand, and the red aura of his three-tomoe Sharingan gradually dissipated from his eyes, replaced by an unfathomable calculation.
He glanced down at the ground, at the remaining dark red bloodstains.
Those were left behind when he controlled the Iwagakure ninja. He gently crushed the gravel and bloodstains with his toes, completely erasing the traces. The chilling aura around him also subsided, leaving only the coldness that could not be hidden in his eyes.
He raised his hand to straighten the dusty hem of his clothes. The dim light from the cave entrance fell on his tall yet aloof profile, making him appear even more distant and unpredictable.
Men's pursuits are nothing more than power, money, and beautiful women, but Uchiha Mitsunori's closeness to Aoyama Yui was more of a hard requirement of the system's mission.
The system panel in his mind displayed "Gain 100% favorability with Aoyama Yui, reward: 5 chakra cards," and even had a faint warning red light.
His fingers tapped unconsciously against his palm, the rhythm steady, his mind clear: Aoyama Yui was not only a mission objective that had to be completed, but her status as a Jonin of Iwagakure, her intelligence on border defenses, and her network of colleagues were all excellent assets for him to gain a foothold in this chaotic world.
Power and wealth both require strength to support them. The most urgent task at present is to take advantage of the crisis that Iwagakure is facing from both sides to gain profits and accumulate enough capital to cope with the unknown crises to come.
As for the claim of "representing the Uchiha clan," it was just a pretext made up on the spot.
As a transmigrator, he knew about future plot developments, so the rise and fall of the Uchiha clan was temporarily irrelevant to him. His only thought was to continuously become stronger and take control of his own destiny.
The current situation in the ninja world is like boiling water.
Not long ago, Iwagakure gathered more than 10,000 ninjas and set up a deadly trap on the border of Takigakure to kill the Third Raikage. Although they won, it completely ignited the flames of revenge in Kumogakure.
After the Fourth Raikage took office, he immediately put aside his old grudges with Konoha and quickly signed a ceasefire agreement. The Cloud Village army was already poised to strike Iwagakure.
Uchiha Sanfeng stood against the cave wall, gazing at the morning mist flowing through the cave entrance. His fingers tapped lightly on the cold rock, and he quickly made calculations in his mind.
The situation in Iwagakure is not looking good, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to take advantage of the chaos.
Whether it's demanding gold and jewels, rare ninja techniques, or beautiful women, he has a lot of bargaining power at this moment. He must seize this opportunity, so this step cannot be wrong.
He glanced at the four Fujino members who were bound by genjutsu, his fingers tracing the patterns on the ninja tool pouch at his waist, deliberately emphasizing the last syllable: "The situation in your Iwagakure village is delicate now, so you can leave."
Seeing the intimate scene between Yui Aoyama and Mitsumine Uchiha, Fujino, a Jonin from Iwagakure, felt resentment and bitterness welling up in his eyes!
Seeing this, Uchiha Mitsunori raised his eyebrows slightly, and his three-tomoe Sharingan glowed faintly, as if issuing a silent warning: "Go back and tell Onoki that I, Uchiha Mitsunori, represent the Uchiha clan and wish to see him."
He took a step forward, emanating a faint pressure of chakra: "Don't try anything funny, and don't waste time. I don't have the patience to wait too long." The oppressive feeling made the four of them stiffen, and they didn't dare to breathe too heavily. They could only grit their teeth and let the residual power of the illusion bind their limbs.
Fujino's face was ashen, his cheekbones bulging from extreme restraint, and his murky eyes were fixed on Aoyama Yui, churning with resentment, jealousy, and a touch of self-righteous affection.
He meticulously planned a rescue operation overnight, using all of the team's sensory abilities and traversing several mountains to find the trail, only to be helplessly manipulated by the enemy boy, with no chance to resist.
Seeing Aoyama Yui standing quietly beside Uchiha Sanfeng, her fingers still warm from touching the boy, showing no intention of leaving with him, the jealousy and resentment in her heart almost burned away her reason.
He glared at Uchiha Mitsunori through gritted teeth, the sound of his teeth grinding together, but he dared not retaliate due to the oppressive force of the genjutsu. He could only abruptly turn his head and whisper a rebuke to his subordinates: "Go!"
Shanhu, Dashi, and Qingyan hung their heads, the bloodstains on their shoulders aching from the morning dew. Their hands were clenched into fists, their nails almost digging into their palms. They followed Fujino around with heavy steps, their figures gradually disappearing into the depths of the morning mist, leaving only a series of suppressed footsteps and the lingering resentment in Fujino's eyes.
Only after the four people's chakra auras completely disappeared from her perception range did Uchiha Mitsunori slowly turn her head to look at Aoyama Yui, a deliberately feigned faint smile appearing on her lips, the coldness in her eyes instantly replaced by gentleness.
This gentleness was purely an act; the 55% favorability progress bar on the system panel was particularly glaring. He was eager to advance the relationship, simply to quickly max out the value and unlock the system rewards.
He reached out and gently took her wrist, the warmth of his fingers seeping through her thin lingerie. His touch was gentle yet carried a subtle control: "They're gone. Let's go back and finish what we were doing."
This deliberate display of "lust" was both to fit the disguise and to quickly build a closer relationship. He was so focused on calculating the progress of the mission that he didn't notice the strangeness and estrangement that flashed in Yui Aoyama's eyes.
The ambiguous atmosphere inside the cave had not yet dissipated. Water droplets fell "drip, drip" from the rock wall, hitting the gravel on the ground. Intertwined with the lingering atmosphere, they added a touch of tenderness.
Yui Aoyama was pulled to sit on the cold stone bed by him. Her back inadvertently pressed against the damp rock wall, and a chill spread down her spine, instantly sobering her up.
She looked up at Uchiha Mitsunori, noticing the undisguised eagerness and desire in his eyes. Her expression gradually turned strange, her brows furrowed slightly, and her fingers quietly withdrew a little from his palm, subconsciously pulling back.
In her view, the boy's previous composure, his negotiating words with Onoki, and even his decision to let Fujino and the others go were all just means to coax her into submission. In essence, he was a lecherous man who was obsessed with beauty and had no ambition.
The slight goodwill that had just begun to sprout in her heart because of his formidable strength was instantly extinguished as if doused with cold water, and a faint aura of vigilance quietly rose around her.
"Ding, Aoyama Yui's favorability has decreased by 5%. Current favorability: 55%."
The system notification suddenly sounded in his mind, and Uchiha Mitsufumi stopped abruptly. A look of surprise and confusion flashed in his eyes, and his hands clenched unconsciously.
His favorability rating unexpectedly dropped, something he hadn't anticipated.
He quickly reviewed the situation in his mind: it must be because he acted too hastily and his eyes were too full of desire that made Yui Aoyama misunderstand his intentions.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when impatience was forcibly suppressed.
Yui Aoyama is a key target designated by the system. If the progress of her favorability is hindered, it will directly affect the unlocking of subsequent permissions, and may even trigger task penalties. There is no room for error.
He slowly suppressed the desire in his eyes, his gaze shifting rapidly as he quickly devised a speech. He decided to use the vulnerability of the chaotic world to move the other party, regain their favor, and regain control of the mission's pace.
He slowly released his grip and sat down again in front of Yui Aoyama. He leaned forward slightly, his previous frivolity gone, replaced by an indescribable heaviness. His eyes became deliberately deep, and even his breathing became lighter.
"Perhaps you think I'm a lecher, that I only think about women."
He deliberately slowed his speech, his voice laced with just the right amount of helplessness, his hand gently resting on his knee, slightly curled up, carrying a hint of loneliness: "But actually, I had no choice."
He lowered his eyes, concealing the calculation in them, leaving only a heavy expression on his face.
Yui Aoyama looked up at him, her eyes filled with obvious suspicion and distance. Her hand rested discreetly on the hilt of her ninja sword at her side, ready to defend herself at any moment. Even her tone was cold: "Is that so? In my opinion, you're just trying to coax me into submission."
She twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a mocking smile. In her eyes, this was just another excuse the boy had made up to achieve his goal, and she didn't take it to heart. Her vigilance grew stronger, faintly revealing the sharpness of an Iwagakure Jonin.
Uchiha Mitsunori did not refute her. Instead, he sighed softly, looking down at his palm, his hand unconsciously rubbing against it. His voice was low and murmured, deliberately tinged with weariness and hoarseness, as if he had truly endured many hardships: "The war has dragged on until now, and our Uchiha casualties are approaching two thousand."
He paused, and when he looked up, a feigned pity welled up in his eyes. His voice trembled slightly, and he even deliberately reddened his eyes: "Among them, the youngest was only eight years old. They should have been learning ninjutsu and playing with their elders in the clan, but because Konoha was short of manpower, they were forced to pick up ninja tools taller than themselves and go to the battlefield. In the end, most of them were left with nothing but bones, and they didn't even get a tombstone inscription."
These words were half true and half false. The sentiment was feigned, but the real intention was to use the cruelty of the chaotic world to strike at the other party's weakness and increase their favorability.
He had calculated the ninjas' empathy for the war victims. After all, the system's mission priority far outweighed everything else. No matter how bad the acting was, as long as it could move the other party, that was enough.
He moved forward a little closer to Yui Aoyama, his eyes filled with pity but also a deliberate struggle, his tone full of helplessness.
He raised his hand and gently brushed away a withered leaf that had fallen at the cave entrance. His hand was somewhat weak, as if he were touching those lost lives: "The war is not over yet. The ninja world is full of killing and death. No one can predict whether they will live or die in the next second."
He looked up at Yui Aoyama, his eyes filled with honest vulnerability: "I don't know how long I can live, or whether I'll be able to see the war end, so I just want to spend more time with you in the limited time I have left, and hold onto this moment of peace."
This statement precisely hit the mark on the vulnerability of people in chaotic times, both concealing the true nature of the system mission and cleverly dispelling the other party's misunderstanding, paving the way for advancing the relationship. He could even clearly see that the wariness in Aoyama Yui's eyes was gradually loosening.