Hinata took a step back in cautious alarm. He didn't recognize his own son in the words he'd just blurted out. What was she proposing? Was it what it looked like? With each passing moment, Boruto looked less and less like that sweet boy that he once was. Why? Was all this happening because of that training he received from "Root"? Was it that new Byakugan that he carried? Hinata just couldn't believe what he was going through. What was he supposed to do? Run away? Free her sister she was planning to kill in Himawari? Leave it to her fate in Bolt's hands?
-Well Ka-san… -said the young man smiling slightly- it's not that I don't love seeing your figure here and there. But I have business to attend to with Aunt Hanabi. And if you don't feel like collaborating, I suggest you go home. Don't worry, I'll be back eventually too. When I've taken care of her.
Hinata took distance again, after a few seconds of painful doubts she turned around to open the door that led her out of that cabin in the middle of the forest. She couldn't do much more at this crucial point. She had already chosen to help Bolt. She had already chosen for Hanabi to suffer the consequences of attacking her family. Now she had to endure everything that came in the future.
-Don't leave me here ... -Hanabi said getting more and more nervous- Hinata-Nee ... don't leave me here alone!
But she left. Closing the door of the place in a delicate exit. And only Boruto was left in the place enlisting his work tools. What he was waiting for Hanabi was not pretty. She wasn't assimilated as useless punishment either. Bolt had made the situation a top priority, and he would risk everything to realize his strategy. Either way. The first thing he did was establish a punishment routine. He took his time using every available whip and scourge. Hanabi Hyuuga's back, with a white and smooth skin at first, was filling with bruises and scratches produced by the different sessions of damage.
The woman was silent. She bit her lip to avoid any squeaks that might indicate to her tormentor that she was succeeding. Even if she ripped her back into strips of flesh, she would never say anything. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Also, the blows would never be strong enough. Although she burned, the product of stinging her previous injuries. They wouldn't be tough enough to break it.
Boruto every so often asked a series of questions. He didn't seem discouraged or even bothered by not finding the answers. He just continued with the punishment, as if he had all the time in the world to complete it. As and how much I would like. Hanabi was beginning to wonder. Was no one looking for her? What had happened to her personal guard? Hanabi used to have two men from her clan guarding her regularly. And also two others who kept hidden, watching her steps even if she walked through the village. Where were you? Had Bolt eliminated them? How did he do it?
-I want to know what the Hyuuga have planned against Hima-Nee ... -the blonde pointed out with a serious and neutral voice- I want names of those who know that plan. I want dates to fulfill that order.
But Hanabi wouldn't say anything. The punishment received was child's play. It was as if Bolt didn't dare to hurt her with all his might. The point was, the woman was protected by a secret technique. Feeling confident that she could hold out for as long as necessary, she decided to go on the offensive. She looked at him the way one looks at an infant, and she even smiled slightly as a sign of supremacy. But the Shinobi was not intimidated. She just kept going.
-Does this amuse you dear aunt? –Bolt smiled wickedly, returning the gestural aggression- it doesn't have to surprise me. I always knew you were a masochist.
-What are you talking about?
"Actually ... did you think I was torturing you?" The blond mocked, entertained with naivety. "Let me tell you that I'm not willing to waste my time giving you pleasure without concept."
He was just bragging according to the woman. He couldn't do anything to break her. He didn't have enough time. Hanabi was aware that with every minute that passed, she had a greater chance of being missed by her clan. And then, even with the leader's personal guard eliminated, Bolt would soon find himself in great difficulty. In addition, what he did not know was that like all women of the Hyuuga clan, Hanabi had the ability to press with chakra on one of her own internal spiritual points. The effect? To desensitize her body to external pain. Therefore, the effects of the torture seemed simple caresses despite the real damage caused. Thus she resisted rapes, thus the Kunoichi Hyuuga avoided the extraction of information by the enemy.
-I suppose your proud current resistance ... -said Boruto smiling barely- will end exactly ... -he added, standing next to her and pointing on the back of the woman with her right hand -when I press here….
He slammed her two longest fingers into a nearby area of her spine. A slightly lower chakra charge than used for Hyuuga attack techniques. This caused Hanabi to become more numb, and then it was as if she released her body from her. The technique that she had applied to herself had been deactivated.
-My Byakugan is not like the typical Hyuuga, Aunt Hanabi. -The blond smiled perverse to the surprise of the female- I do not have an average visual range of 5 kilometers. My range hardly extends to 1000 meters. But in return, I can see deeper inside people. Then, applying a little more chakra to my eyes, he observed dozens of small pressure points, within the chakra channels throughout your body.
-What are you talking about? Hanabi stammered in disbelief.
-a microscopic view of your spiritual scheme- said Bolt- my sister and I can modify certain aspects of the physique by partially pressing, without definitively closing the chakra channel in question. And to prove it ...
Bolt grabbed a small needle, and in the woman's arm it stung him slightly. Meanwhile, Hanabi felt the devastating effect that a spear had pierced her from side to side. Her canons of pain were so great that she couldn't help screaming, still trying to stifle that sensation as hard as she could. Seconds later, Bolt's voice appeared in her ear like a whisper of death:
-Your sensitivity has returned, right? and thanks to my partial pressure technique, it has returned with 50 times its normal power. That's how it is dear aunt, every little scratch that from now on you will feel like the claws of a hungry tiger. Which leads me to wonder ... How long will you last now, that you don't have your trick to avoid torture?
"Bo… Bolt… wait…" gasped the incredibly weakened woman from what was a slight pinch.
-I want names ... -added the blond- dates and complete plans. I will teach you to respond with respect, and you may even come away with a reward if you behave well. Hanabi-san.
-Please don't… -the stunned woman whispered, while she watched from the side how Boruto used a whip to whip her "gently" .- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA
Her tears were falling, her cheeks were flushed with exertion, and she screamed until her lungs ran out of oxygen. Her entire body began to break internally. She couldn't think, couldn't understand that she was happening to him. So much pain! There was so much pain all over her body! HOW COULD I DREAM OF ENDURING SO MUCH PAIN ?!
-NNNOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
The second cry from her nearly drove her to faint. Her eyes were heavy and that last spanking had been worth more than all of her previous attempts combined. Her body did not respond to him. She no longer belonged to him. Now it was owned by her unfortunate nephew. Boruto Uzumaki.
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"Sakura ..." Ino Yamanaka said looking at her with concern "I notice you scattered ... is something wrong?"
Sakura Uchiha had filled out a medical report incorrectly for the third time. That was not common. She was very detailed and meticulous, but when her friend Ino saw her make a paper bun and angrily throw her third document of her day into her trash can, she knew there were problems in that paradise.
-I'm very pig ... don't bother.
-Of course you do… .- She raised an eyebrow at the blonde, clearly indicating that she did not believe her- now that you have already tried how to lie to me without success, try telling me the truth. You are never wrong about filling out reports. Something must be eating you inside to err like this.
The hairy girl raised her eyes to look at her friend. It was true, against Ino she couldn't hide anything. It was too many years of knowing each other to try to camouflage a state of mind. They were alone in the rose's office, why not tell her? even though she wasn't sure of the problem herself.
-I have memory failures….
Ino didn't react. She actually wasn't interpreting the whole situation. So she was cautiously silent until Sakura elaborated enough:
- I have not slept badly, it is not a problem of feeding either. It is simply impossible for me to remember certain events, of certain parts in previous days. That… and also the Sarada thing.
"The Sarada thing" was in short something Ino knew from other conversations. Sakura had confessed that she had intervened in her daughter's relationship with Bolt and now she was sorry. Without Boruto Uzumaki, the girl looked completely destroyed. Sakura saw her poor daughter on a day-to-day basis, and she reminded her so much of Sasuke in childhood; that she made him sick to his stomach. But what could she do? It was a great concern.
-What do you mean, you have "memory lapses"? Ino asked surprised.
-Something strange happened days ago. I remember everything, and suddenly I don't know what I did at a certain time in the afternoon. Just that particular afternoon.
"Stress maybe…" Ino guessed aloud, "the hospital work, the concern for Sarada."
"It's not the first time that Ino has happened to me," added the rose, "but this time, it's different ...
-For what reason?
-I'm upset with Sasuke… -the hairy girl pointed out- and I don't even remember why. That is not normal, that makes me doubt.
-You think you don't remember ... -the blonde spun - Because of your husband?
They both looked at each other, and seconds later they smiled dismissing the matter outright with a negative gesture.
"No no… .it's ridiculous," Sakura smiled widely, "I'm surely tired of work." Sasuke has left recently and that has certainly upset me. I have never liked those long missions that he usually takes.
But in recent years it was not so. Sakura at the beginning of the marriage missed Sasuke. Then she infuriated him with her travels and her constant abandonments. And finally, these last few months she even she had been grateful that he left Konoha. Good sex with Bolt Uzumaki, or the company of her daughter Sarada, was more attractive to the hairy than a fictional husband. So what was the real reason for her rage against Sasuke Uchiha?
"Hee hee you're right ..." Ino replied, feigning condescension, "although you should relax a bit from those documents." Come, sit in this chair. I'm going to help you a little.
Sakura obeyed, walked around her desk and settled in front of Ino to let her act. The Yamanaka relaxation techniques were very good. She used chakra, and some forms of massage combined. The first few minutes continued chatting while Ino worked on her shoulders. But little by little Sakura fell asleep until she was in a sleepy state. So, Ino did what her friend wouldn't dare ask of her. She placed both hands around the woman's skull, and emitted a controlled jutsu to search her mind. In a matter of minutes, she had noticed the problem and just set out to solve it.
Sakura did not have a stress problem, no exhaustion or confusion whatsoever. She was so thorough in ordinary life as to notice missing hours in her day. Sakura Uchiha, was being manipulated by a Genjutsu. Ino sensed it, after all it was the specific field where the Yamanaka had always worked:
"Sakura…" Ino whispered seriously, "someone has been manipulating your mind." I will try to unlock your memories. It's going to take me a while to defeat a sharingan Genjutsu.
-What? How do you suppose that ...?
"Only your husband's pig is capable of this…" She added the blonde, "But we will discover that he was hiding from you." I promise you.
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Boruto Uzumaki was walking through the forest calmly. The day was almost over and the artificial lights of Konoha could already be seen in the distance. Ever since he left the cabin where Hanabi was still a prisoner, the first few kilometers he had been completely safe from the influence of the spies who had followed him for weeks. But right now, returning to the village he already knew that they were watching him again. Bolt was convinced that the spy team could not keep an eye on him while he was torturing Hanabi Hyuuga. The reason? The area where this house was located in the forest, in turn, was intensely guarded by another team of guards. The same ones who had been on a mission to protect the Hyuuga leader until very recently. And now they served as puppets to another master. All by the grace of the special Byakugan.
He had spent nearly 18 hours torturing his aunt.
He proved to be brave, and above all loyal to his family. However, he ended up breaking on the unexpected side. Boruto was initially unsure how far to go with the torment, but fortunately he had received masterful training from one of the most dangerous and intelligent women he had the privilege of meeting. Anko Mitarashi. There was an instant, when Hanabi screamed and began to confess everything necessary:
Flash back:
"Incredible ..." Bolt said, standing next to the table where Hanabi was still naked and tied in a prone position, "you are turning on dear aunt."
Her pussy literally burned. The punishment that drove her crazy the first hours, then began to excite him greatly. Bolt watched as her insides dripped onto the table and the juice of love trickled down her bare thighs. Hanabi was panting madly, she couldn't articulate three words coherently after Bolt injected her chakra into a certain part of her spirit channels. The doors of lust, the whipping, the secret torments that made a dent in the woman.
Boruto had received psychological reports drawn up by Root. Hanabi Hyuuga had received a forced education in combat. Her father from a very young age, had been tough and rigid in the hours of endless training. Similar to torture. And the only sign of physical closeness for Hanabi in her childhood and youth were the blows and combat shots that she frequently suffered at the hands of her father and other Hyuuga sensei. This, added to the lack of her mother due to her death when she was born, fostered in Hanabi a distorted version of her sexual closeness. It was not long, that in her loneliness she needed to hurt herself, only to feel again the physical sensation of perverse pleasure.
Hinata had indirectly completed the spy reports for Bolt. Once, she commented that in her sister's room, she had seen a unique collection of whips and scourges. Secretly kept in an elongated box in the closet. After learning that, it was clear to the young man that there was a direct relationship between these tools and the "intimacy" of his owner. All that, added to the impossibility that she had as a leader to relate to any man of her clan, led her to an unstable situation.
The torture of Hanabi gave the desired effect. They bent her, mentally broke her, and in the end turned her on. Bolt concluded her task by obtaining all the information from her, and also by fucking her without even needing her to keep her tied to that table:
-Please… ..- the woman gasped excitedly as she submitted to her lower instincts-more… .MAAAS PUNISH ME MAAAASSSS
Bolt was standing behind her, untying her wrists, waist, and legs. She barely lifted herself a bit by propping herself up on her elbows. She was looking at him sideways, praying that he would spank her hard again to feel the vibrating of her body. The boy was no longer concerned that his prey would try to attack him and escape. She no longer had the will for so much:
-Bolt… ..please… -she begged her slavishly and her butt rose in search of something specific- continue… hurt me.
-I'm much more than that ... dear aunt ...
She pulled down her black pants, readied her weapon hardened by the scene of violence and sexual beauty in front of him, and plunged into that woman to make her his without further ado.
End of flash back:
It was not long before we reached the gates of the village. Bolt had left Hanabi in the cabin untethered. The end of his job was to warn her not to leave the place. He had to prove her loyalty. He had to make her a faithful little dog at her command. He then he said:
- "Hanabi-san, I will not leave you tied to the table. In the other room there is a bed. You have food and water in the kitchen. My only order is that you stay in here. You are not allowed to leave this cabin. In 48 hours I will return, and you will be safe until you obey me. But if you escape from here…. I am not responsible for what happens to you. "
That was all. If the woman was in a position to be faithful to her new master, she would remain within her. If there was something rebellious inside her, something that the points pressed by Boruto's Byakugan had not censored, she would surely try to leave that place and she would be severely punished for it. In any case that happens, in less than three days Boruto would return to that place to definitively solve the matter with his traitorous aunt. Right now also, with the information about the assassination attempt on Himawari, he had to take care of helping his beloved younger sister to prevent something from happening to her. The big problem was that being watched as he was, and being questioned by some sectors in Konoha for his attitudes; this time it would not be free for him to intervene in the Hyuuga's plans. Not even in favor of his sister.
Bolt was tired, he hadn't slept at all in his job of getting information out of Hanabi Hyuuga. And to top it all, the "physical expense", which had implied pleasing her to the point of her madness. Anyway, the first thing he would have to do was figure out how to help Hima. Then have a very serious talk with his mother. Hanabi's threats about the possibility of being betrayed by Hinata had to be resolved. And finally, define what to do when he has to return the Hyuuga leader back to Konoha. The most sensitive moment of all. When she would be a faithful obedient dog, or she would use all of her power to get back at her. The razor's edge.
Suddenly, shortly after re-entering the streets of the village, he came across the last person he would hope to find. Sakura Uchiha. The mother of his ex-girlfriend. The woman who had been his lover, the one who was an object of desire. Bolt couldn't help but smile, he just watched her walk towards him and couldn't help but be tempted by her figure. That ninja outfit fit him wonderfully. It was a real shame that it was all over. Because it was a woman's delight.
"Bolt ..." she said, intercepting him in the middle of the street, "we have to talk." In private.
That surprised him, he did not expect her to speak to him again after closing the last deal in jail weeks ago. It was a problem. She sakura did not know that he was being followed. She did not know that some words thrown in a supposed "private", could unleash a big problem. How to make him understand? Maybe if she pretended to be overly condescending, she would get the message.
-I don't think there is something to say Sakura-sama ... -she replied formally as if to try to put her on notice- with all due respect, Sarada and I are no longer a couple. It is the best for everyone.
"I was wrong ..." confessed the hairy little girl.
-What's is his mistake?
-Throughout…
She was very stunned. She seemed to have received a rough blow, from which she was not fully recovering. Bolt had studied the gesture reading with Root, and the woman's seemed to indicate great helplessness. Why? Was something wrong with Sarada? Was it for lack of sex? Did Sakura Uchiha, did he want him as intensely as he wanted her?
-I understand… -the blond said slightly- now he himself was heading to Ichiraku-ramen for dinner. I'm starving. Would you like to join me? We could talk.
She was confused. It was rare for Bolt to choose a public place for a necessarily private talk. He would have to speak everything in "code", without personalities. And how would she explain the whole situation to him? The matter that afflicted her was serious, but Sarada's was even worse. As they walked side by side, Sakura reflected on her own disconcerting action. Come directly to seek help from Boruto Uzumaki. Why? For what reason didn't she rush to talk to Naruto? Why choose a manipulative child over her father, who had been her best friend?
They arrived at the booth, sat at a secluded table, and ordered dinner. She had said that she didn't want anything, but Bolt urged her to eat something. He saw her in a partial state of shock and she had to recover before confessing everything. What reason would she have so affected? Bolt was beginning to understand that her personal matter with her, or even with Sarada had little to do with it. There was something else. It would be… .maybe… that Sakura now knew the old Uchiha custom that Hanabi had yelled at confession?
-My Sarada is very bad… -the hairy started after looking cautiously around her-she is in danger and I cannot protect her.
-I'm sorry I brought you here… -the blond confessed- but some Shinobi follow me everywhere. Only in a too public place can I keep them at a distance so they don't hear what I say. Not what you say now.
Sakura understood. Bolt had tried to avoid a problem. Because definitely if those spies were sent by the Hokage, it would be a great conflict for Naruto to know that Sakura had been a lover of his son. She would strike directly at his pride. It was bad enough to have against Sasuke. But also Naruto? it was definitely not recommended.
-I thought I was protecting my daughter Bolt ... -the woman started as soon as they had the steaming food on the table and they were alone- it was not against you. I am sorry.
-I understand, -she smiled a little to lighten the tension- it just makes me weird that you have this conversation with me.
-I'm asking you… ..please… -the woman whispered- you have to talk to her. Go back to her. I will not come between you. Never more.
Boruto was looking at her very stunned. Something stirred inside her. Despite having hated her long ago, despite his physical desire for her, there was something more to her. He was very attracted when he saw her helpless. He wanted to hold her, he wanted to protect her. He wanted to make her laugh. Kami what a distressing feeling! It was like with Himawari, taking the sexual out of the matter, he alone wanted to see her happy. At whatever price. Was Sakura negotiating a return to engagement between his daughter and him? Did she want that? Hadn't she come to seek him out as her lover? Bolt was in doubt, and he had to find out now.
"Sarada-chan is a strong girl…" The neutral blonde assured him, "she doesn't need me." She soon she will follow her life without even remembering me. You said yourself that I obviously did not love her. Why go back to her?
Sakura felt that she had fallen into her own trap. The only man who could help her was refusing to do so on her own words. Sakura didn't want to confess the truth to Bolt. She feared that the boy would not interfere in the matter, if she found out that Sasuke would be her rival. Out of fear, respect or laziness. If she really did not love Sarada, she would not intervene knowing the whole situation. But if she could get him to get involved, then it would be easier to make him her ally. Stopping Sasuke's plans was her priority. Protect her daughter.
"I know you love her ... now I know ..." Sakura tried to convince him, "she loves you and she misses you." She has been locked in her room since it was all over between you. And if you didn't want her, you wouldn't have considered leaving her so as not to hurt her further. It was my mistake, I thought she would be fine. But it's not like that.
"How clever ..." Bolt thought as he ate, "try to restart my relationship with her daughter and then face her husband." She is desperate without a doubt. But why hasn't she gone with my father? Is it because of my threat? This matter is different to think about it. I will have to clarify it well.
-Listen Sakura ... - Bolt sighed slightly- you better take your problem with ...
"I'll do whatever you want ..." she interrupted, surprising him, "I'll do whatever you want if you make my daughter happy." Whatever ... -she defined softly while in a careless movement she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, revealing the upper part of her breasts a little better -I will be yours ... forever if you want.
A tempting offer. Perhaps the most tempting in the world for Bolt Uzumaki. Not just getting Sarada-chan back, which Bolt admitted had been hard leaving. He but also to have the opportunity to regularly make love to that incredible woman again. Just remembering how rich he had fucked her made her friend below her stiffen. And what could he achieve if he had all the will of that woman in his favor? If she was willing to give herself in order to save Sarada, what would she not do if Bolt managed to protect her? Sakura Uchiha would simply be his forever. Under all circumstances. He just had to find a way to nullify the second most powerful Shinobi in the world. While she kept the Hokage (who was the strongest) from finding out about anything. Nonsense of defiance?
-And what about your husband? –The blond consulted trying to get her to confess everything- Will I be the replacement while that subject travels the world? You will never be completely mine. There is no guarantee that you will keep your end of the deal.
She received the refusal with dismay. It was a blow without a doubt. It was as if her last ship had sailed without her on board. Now what could she do? She had only recourse to Bolt. With Naruto it was impossible. Even if she understood the problem, she would never go against Sasuke. Not because of Sakura who wasn't his wife, not because of Sarada who wasn't his daughter.
-What do you want of me? –She consulted stretching her hand and taking the Bolt with supplication- help me protect my Sarada.
-Protect her from whom? –Boruto questioned that he had finally managed to get her to open her confession.
And Sakura had no choice but to speak. She had to tell him everything. She had to give herself up again. It wasn't that she didn't want to be physically intimate with Bolt. But she knew that her daughter would never forgive him. But could she just sit around and allow Sasuke to impregnate her? Would she stay still while her wretched husband fucked her daughter and erased their memories? She wasn't going to allow it! I WOULD NEVER ALLOW IT!
Although this cost her Sakura Uchiha's soul. Although her body had to be owned by Boruto Uzumaki. They would both be damned, but Sarada would be safe. It was the only thing Sakura could think of, the only thing she was worth risking everything for.
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That night, dinner at the Uzumaki house was one of quiet tension. Himawari was a bit depressed. She had problems with Inojin and almost from a confirmed courtship, they went to nothing in the blink of an eye. Hinata was sad. Seeing her eldest son stir the food and talk about anything as if she had nothing to do with the capture and torture of Hanabi Hyuuga, she made him shudder. Naruto who felt the discomfort of his entire family at that table, had his own problems in the office. Apparently Shikamaru had shown him disturbing reports about certain secret activities in Konoha. According to the Nara, there were rumors of a secret organization that simultaneously carried out missions of all kinds behind the back of the Hokage. A similar group, known as "Root", years ago under the command of the late Shimura Danzou. For now Shikamaru claimed to have no proof, but he was searching and would soon find.
Boruto on the other hand, seemed from the gestural the least in trouble. Although his mind was constantly brooding over the situation in which he alone, he had gotten himself a little less than two hours ago. Sakura Uchiha was similar to a vice. He brought both pleasure and difficulties to keep clinging to her. The matter of nullifying Sasuke Uchiha was much more than a big problem. It was impossible. And to make matters worse, Boruto was very aware that Hatake Kakashi in command of the root, would not support him in this.
Even he would be against it. For if Sasuke had to impregnate his own daughter to perpetuate the sharingan, the high command of the village would be happy to retain that power. And Bolt would be interrupting that. Making himself a potential danger to the peace of the village. Dangers which Root, was in charge of exterminating from the shadows.
Killing Sasuke in combat was out of the question. Nobody except the Hokage, had the level to reach that much. And any other kind of political maneuver would be nothing more than raising suspicions regarding Bolt's other activities. Some by orders of Root, others for the benefits of his own family. So, what to do? Because he couldn't leave Sarada helpless. Maybe Sakura definitely deserved it. She sought the destiny that she was having. But Sarada for Bolt was not only an ex-girlfriend. She had been the best friend of his all his life. She was a girl of good feelings and she deserved to have a better life, instead of being raped by her father and with her mind molded as if she were a stupid puppet. In short, she had two big business to attend to. The way to eliminate Sasuke Uchiha, and the perfect method to protect his sister from the Hyuuga. All without losing your life in the process.
"It's been a long time since you came home Bolt…" Naruto said as if to say anything. "Training?"
-Hai… -the boy agreed while Hinata was sweating cold- I fell asleep in the middle of the forest, hehe.
Naruto smiled, he himself had woken up many times as a result of the night dew. Worn out to the max. After having left everything in practice. Which led to the other question to discuss. If Bolt trained so much, why was he not showing a good level against his father? It was as if he was hiding. For what reason?
-We have to train together more often son… -the Hokage smiled feeling a strange anxiety- I would like to see you in action, when you fight with everything.
The young man thought for a second. It was as if his father's words demanded great thought. He was coming up with a plan, and it had nothing to do with training. Until he finally answered, giving the surprise as usual:
"I would like ..." the young man barely told him, "a special training." A fight… .maybe the day after tomorrow. Isn't that your day off?
Naruto was surprised, generally Bolt made no effort to get closer. And now all of a sudden he asked her to train together. He even scheduled the meeting, to show his interest. What a good opportunity! He could see the best in his son at last. It did not escape Naruto that until now, Bolt had never fought at the highest level in his presence. Kiba's death gave clear evidence of this. For what reason did he want to show her his strength now?
-Naruto-kun ... - Hinata tried to intercede- maybe he's not the time ...
-Done Bolt! –Naruto smiled excitedly and both Hinata and Himawari jumped in surprise- prepare well ha ha ha! Your Oto-sama will have no mercy.
-You have never seen the best of me ... -Bolt promised him also amused- and I really want to kick you hard so that you recognize me.
The rest of dinner was more relaxed. Himawari got caught up in the good health of the men in her family and began to smile while participating in the small talk. Even Hinata who had been afraid of that confrontation, then she understood that both her son and her husband had reconciled. In some strange way, Naruto's accusations towards Bolt for Kiba's murder were left in the past. The young man showed no rancor. And he didn't shy away from being with his father, either. What was he up to? Hinata couldn't understand the kind of plan his eldest son would be thinking of. She could only ask him in whispers about Hanabi, when dinner was over, each one was preparing to retire to her room. And the young man embraced his mother with feigned innocence to declare:
-Aunt Hanabi is very well ... -she smiled coldly- soon she will return to Konoha with us. And your dream will be fulfilled Ka-san. We will all be one big happy family.
Hinata didn't want to ask any more. He found more and more darkness in Bolt's reasoning. But of something she was sure, the boy had gotten from his aunt Hanabi absolutely everything he had wanted. Everything and more. That was the impression he gave. What resources would he have used to obtain so much? The woman did not want to imagine it.
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Himawari was having difficulties ...
Mixed feelings…
Contradictory feelings ...
Inojin Yamanaka was a good prospect. His mother had supported him in the beginning of the relationship, while the Hokage had not seemed right or wrong that his daughter started dating the son of a friendly family. For Hima it was not strange that both Ino and Sai (Inojin's parents) dined from time to time at the Uzumaki house.
It all started well ...
Inojin had invited her out of her, and she was attracted like almost all Kunoichi to the young Yamanaka. He was one of the most popular young men of the generation. Although of course, he did not overcome the devastating success that his brother Bolt had in the female collective consciousness. Hima loved her brother, and he was exceedingly displeased that all of her friends were half mad with passion for him. Sibling love had been akin to instant crush for them.
Himawari and Boruto were always close. Although the young man was a couple of years apart, he had never left his Nee-chan. Not caring about missions, training, or even her courtship with Sarada Uchiha. Hima always felt comfortable with her older brother. She was one of the few people in the village who did not pressure her in any way possible. Bolt had never cared whether his sister was strong, fast, or beautiful. He respected her completely. He listened to what she said, gave him her free time, protected her at a distance from her without believing her weak.
Himawari definitely adored her brother.
She loved him because Bolt had never pouted at her. Because even though he was angry with whoever was hers in the village, he never took that frustration out on her. Bolt trained with her, made her laugh, protected her and advised her. She never stopped giving him special consideration, even though at 15 Bolt Uzumaki, she underwent a tremendous transformation after a failed Chunnin exam. They shared a secret since that day. The secret that their mother begged them to keep for reasons they did not know at the time. Both brother and sister had awakened the Byakugan.
The years passed ...
Hima and her brother trained in secret. Hidden by the Byakugan by its blue orbs, both could only appeal to mutual experience, and the help of her mother to train that extraordinary ability. A powerful, short-range Byakugan with characteristics similar to the typical white eye. Similar to Hinata's yes, but in certain ways different.
Hima developed a special talent outside of combat. As she received instructions on acupuncture and other household matters during her visits to her maternal family, she felt that her ability to see the chakra channels beyond the obvious could help her fight. Having a more powerful chakra than the Hyuuga, she was able to channel it into her eyes to see deeper into rival bodies. Micro points within each chakra channel.
Thus it was, as adding what she learned from acupuncture and her talent to see in detail the spirit of others, she was able to begin to practice the different effects caused by partially pressing certain areas. In theory, if sticking a needle in specific sectors was used to relax, heal or remove tension, inserting concentrated chakra into other people's circulatory systems, it could change the already established structures.
-You can manipulate memories, certain physical aspects, or even the personality. She - she had assured her brother while they trained - although ... I don't know which point generates what it is.
Bolt had borrowed as a guinea pig. And in a way Himawari had specifically desired that. She had a secret ambition that could only be realized in this way. So with her older brother exposing himself to the contact experiments. Both were building a kind of "map", about the different effects that could be generated when pressing on areas A, B, or perhaps C.
They discovered a lot of useful data. Manipulate memory, feelings, or even ways to nullify or multiply pain receptors. A target could be blinded, also deaf or without the ability to touch. Muscle capacity or endurance could also be increased for a few minutes, by forcing the chakra channels as a higher water pressure is achieved, when the outlet of a hose is partially squeezed.
Could you fight with those techniques? The answer was difficult. It was necessary to have a certain time of concentration and stillness that a real battle did not allow. But they were useful for manipulating people caught off guard. Even so, valuable techniques were those that they managed to develop.
For Hima they were beautiful moments. Being with her brother gave him peace and joy. Get stronger so that he would be proud. Ask him for advice on daily life, listen to him if he had difficulties. Himawari remembered that afternoon where he went to Bolt's room to tell him that he would start dating Inojin. He could see it scattered. That he listened to her, but at the same time he didn't. He had suspicions that something strange was happening to him, and as he watched him more carefully he was met with horror.
The night where Bolt and Sarada returned to the Uzumaki house late. When the young Uchiha entered Himawari's room and she lay down quietly. Hima woke up to a noise from outside. A sliding door and for an instant he believed it had been his own. He wanted to visit the restroom, and as he walked down the hall to seek relief, he could see something incredible. The right moment, where Sakura Uchiha opened the door of a room that was not the "guest" room, to enter and not leave for much of the night.
That woman, Sarada-san's mother, had sneaked into Bolt's room.
Himawari hid inside his room and waited anxiously. Had she come to reproach him for some attitude towards his daughter? Wasn't it improper to go into a young man's room at that hour? What the hell was he doing in there? Didn't she, did she know the consequences of her being discovered in that maneuver?
Since that night, Himawari felt that little by little he was separating from the being he loved the most in the world. The closest to her, the one who had never left her since they were children. His dear brother. That woman was taking what did not belong to her. That woman even took what actually belonged to her own daughter. How could she be so cheeky? Wasn't it enough for him to flirt with her father, causing sadness in her mother? Besides, did she love Bolt too?
Since then, Hima was unable to enjoy the moments where he did not see his family reunited. Inojin wasn't the one who really interested him. His appointments were more and more infrequent and less expected. Hima devoted herself to training and waiting for her brother to get close to her again. May they have that complicity, that secret, that intimacy not shared with anyone else.
But Bolt had changed, his personality had undergone permanent modifications. He was no longer that loving and devoted brother. He was no longer that young man who could only see Sarada Uchiha as the only one. Hima despite having little experience in men, had the terrible feeling that Sakura Uchiha was not totally guilty of that. There was something else, something Hima blamed herself for personally. Did his chakra pressure training have something to do with it? Had she modified her brother's personality without being able to correct her?
She had too many doubts, and she felt guilty.
In all that Himawari thought, that afternoon where she prepared her belongings to leave. She had received a distant mission that she should fulfill with her team. That time would serve him to reflect deeply. Was she supposed to confess to Bolt her suspicions? Should she tell him that this new personality had been manipulated by her younger sister? Bolt looked looser, more uninhibited, and dangerous. He seemed like he had definitely lost his morale. That he had no limits. What if the rumors that accused him of Kiba Inuzuka's death were true? Himawari was very afraid. Fear of losing the affection of her brother. Fear of losing the union of her family. Fear that Sakura Uchiha would make her parents fight for good.
Himawari was afraid ...
And worst of all…
She was not sure what point she pressed into Bolt's brain, to regain the truly kind, cheerful and harmless young man that she once knew herself to be. She didn't know if by trying to help him, she would definitely transform him into a monster.
End of chapter.