Reaching home, they were greeted by Mother and Hanabi relaxing in the living room. Tatsuya had already set down the reluctant Hinata from giving her a piggyback ride.
"You're back late," Hanabi remarked, eyeing them c
"So?" Tatsuya shrugged nonchalantly before plopping down on the couch, resting his head in Mother's lap with a contented sigh. His mother's lap was the best pillow he could think of in this world.
"I meant- Hold on, what's that bandage?"Hanabi's gaze instantly zeroed in on the bandage on his cheek as she quickly closed the distance between them to inspect the wound.
"Did you have a sparring session today?" Mother asked calmly, her gentle fingers tracing the bandaid's edge.
Tatsuya nodded. "Yeah, things got a bit interesting during one of the fights. This is just from a glancing hit I took."
Mother nodded, unsurprised. "I see." She wasn't much worried as minor injuries like these are normal for shinobi in training.
"Who did that wound?" Hanabi asked, but this time Tatsuya could almost feel something ominous about it.
Before Tatsuya could reply, Hinata wearily answered from where she had laid on the floor since the couch was full. "He was sparring against Yumiko Uchiha."
Hanabi's eyes instantly narrowed to slits. 'Uchiha? I see…' she muttered to herself before retreating back to her seat.
Mother shot Hanabi a sidelong glance and shook her head, already sensing the thoughts running through her younger daughter's mind. 'These kids,' she mused fondly.
"So did you win?" Mother asked, her fingers continuing to card soothingly through Tatsuya's hair.
He opened his eyes, a confident smile tugging at his lips. "What do you think?"
A light chuckle escaped Mother's lips, pride flaring in her chest before she carefully reined it in. "Heh, I can already tell from that grin."
She couldn't help feeling a swell of maternal pride whenever her son displayed his talents. Moreover, studying his strikingly handsome features made her wonder, 'What did I eat during pregnancy to birth him? His father was clearly never this handsome.'
Turning her gaze towards Hinata, she noted the way her elder daughter purposefully avoided eye contact, shoulders slumped. Understanding dawned on her on what might have happened.
Clearing her throat, Mother asked her elder daughter kindly. "And what about you, Hinata? How did your sparring matches go today?"
Hinata started slightly, clearly caught off guard by being addressed so directly. "Oh! Um..." She floundered briefly before deflating with a sigh. "I...lost."
Mother's expression was warm and understanding. "Don't fret over it, my dear. Losing is a natural part of growth, especially during your academy days." A wistful look crossed her face. "Why, do you know how many times I got soundly thrashed in sparring sessions back then? More than I can count."
Hinata sighed, shoulders slumping. "But now I have to complete double the work for a whole week as punishment for losing to Sasuke."
Even if they were just Academy students they had to complete a small quota of chore missions around the village for getting experience. That also sometimes included cleaning of the Academy Halls or many other chores. So now she had to do two people's work for a whole week.
Mother's brow creased with a frown. "That subordinate punishment again? Honestly, he will have his teaching credentials revoked if he keeps enforcing such ego-driven penalties." She shook her head. "Can't he understand it only breeds resentment and one-upmanship among students?"
Like in the case of a fight between two clan heirs and one loses causing the victor to use this chance to humiliate the loser.
"You know how single-minded he can be," Tatsuya chimed in with a shrug. "Clan politics and favouritism mean little to him - he simply does as he pleases. I think even the Hokage will be torn on whether to remove him due to his...unorthodox but occasionally effective teaching methods."
"If only that man had a shred more political intelligence," Mother lamented. "His combat prowess is impressive, but his lack of wisdom is the reason that he is still an Academy teacher."
While across the room, Hanabi scoffed teasingly. "What are you being so dramatic about? It was a simple practice spar. Just admit the skill issue and move on."
Mother fixed Hanabi with a mild but reproachful look. "Mind your tone, young lady. Your sister is allowed to feel disappointment over a loss without your needless taunts."
"It's alright, Mother," Hinata replied, favoring Hanabi with a sweet smile that swiftly morphed into a mischievous smirk. "In fact, let me demonstrate my 'skill issue.'"
Before Hanabi could react, Hinata lunged forward, tackling her younger sister in a flurry of movement until she pinned her to the floor. Wasting no time, she launched a ruthless barrage of tickling fingers against Hanabi's sides.
"S-Stop! Ahaha! Hinata, stop....!" Hanabi squealed helplessly between peals of laughter, thrashing in vain to escape the relentless tickle torture. "I won't...tease you again! Please! Ahaha!"
From the couch, Tatsuya watched the sisterly roughhousing with an amused grin, catching their mother's tolerant yet fond eye-roll.
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Back in his room, Tatsuya sat cross-legged in the lotus position, feeling his chakra circulating fluidly through his pathways.
Taking a deep, controlled breath, he allowed his mind to still - sinking into a heightened state of inward focus and percepton. "In my original world, these xianxia type meditation never worked ," he mused. "Yet here, they seem to work quite efficiently"
Was it because of the presence of chakra in his body? Or is it just because of his current body's talent and experience honed through years of intense training.
Activating his Byakugan, Tatsuya closely studied the intricate chakra network pulsing within his body. He watched, as physical energy was extracted from every cell and spiritual energy coalesced from the brain's anatomy. He couldn't directly see the subconscious of his mind so it looked like spiritual energy came from his brain. Maybe he needed a higher level of Dojutsu to see the metaphysical.
Then the two energy components then flowed in synchronized streams through his tenketsu nodes, converging in his core before amalgamating into pure, tangible chakra.
'A continuous cyclical process,' he mused, focusing his mind on the task at hand.
With practiced precision, he directed his chakra flow towards his eyes. Instantly, his vision sharpened, surpassing his already impressive 20/20 eyesight to an astonishing 40/20. However, a realization struck him.
"Despite the enhancement, it still falls leagues below my Byakugan's capabilities, and the effects don't seem to compound when used simultaneously with my Dojutsu."
Then he shifted his attention to his other senses. Guiding his chakra into his ears, nose, and tongue, he immediately noticed the significant changes in his senses.
His auditory perception heightened to a high level, allowing him to even detect the faint buzzing of a lone insect outside his window, a sound that would have otherwise gone unnoticed.
And through his nose, a myriad of scents flooded his senses. The distinct scent of his own body mingled with the familiar smell of his room, while the crisp, fresh air from beyond carried with it a medley of fragrances.
Whether it's the rich, earthy scent of wood or the aroma of food wafting up from the kitchen below. He could smell it all.
Amidst the experience, a particular fragrance caught his attention—the unmistakable scent of his mother, drifting gently from his adjacent room.
The scent of luxurious soap filled his nostrils, unknowingly forming an unbidden image in his mind. Immediately a slight shiver ran down his spine at the thought, so he quickly pushed the image from his mind, stopping the flow of chakra to his nose.
"Damn, I need to control myself," he muttered, shaking his head. Though he truly loved her like a son would to a mother, he couldn't deny she was also his type according to his previous life. And also possessing the Byakugan didn't really make anything easy for him - as he could just open his byakugan once and he could see all the forbidden in its full glory, with no one the wiser. Not even another Hyuga would detect it.
Usually, a Hyuga can perceive when another person activates their Byakugan, even if they hide the tensing of veins around the eyes since concentrated chakra around the eyes gives it away.
But somehow, in his unique case, his Byakugan remained undetectable even when active. He didn't know the exact reason behind it, though he suspected his Eyes of Eros was behind it.
Tatsuya maintained strict control over himself, not letting his physical urges distract him from the task at hand. Shaking off the intrusive thoughts, he refocused his attention and took out a slice of the dry cake he had prepared earlier. Taking a tentative bite, he immediately gagged at the unpleasant taste and texture.
This is shit!" Tatsuya sputtered, quickly spitting out the cake. With his newly heightened sense of taste, even the most minute off-flavors assaulted his tongue, forcing him to fully experience the dessert's utter failure.
"No wonder Gordon Ramsay complains so much," he mused, mentally commanding the system panel to open.
[Name: Tatsuya Hyuga]
[Age: 13]
[Physical: 15]
[Spiritual: 15]
[Chakra Capacity: 20]
[Chakra Control: 4/10]
[Unused Stat Points: 1 Physical/Spiritual]
[Affinity]
• Fire: {50%}
• Water: {50%}
• Wind: {40%}
• Earth: {25%}
• Lightning: {60%}
Yin & Yang: Null
[Pleasure Points: 0]
[Abilities]
- Presence of Pleasuror
- Eyes of Eros
- Body of Kama
[Skills]
- Art of Violence: 3/10
- Art of Pleasure: 7/10
[Relationship Panel]
[Missions Panel]
Seeing the unused stat points, Tatsuya mentally allocated them to his physical and spiritual attributes. Immediately, an euphoric sensation washed over him, so intense he nearly let out an audible moan.
He watched in awe as his physique transformed in real-time, muscles swelling with newfound strength and vitality. Invigorating energy surged through every cell in his body.
At the same time, a refreshing coolness seemed to pour over his mind like water, sharpening his focus as his spiritual power grew. Tatsuya could practically feel his very mind fortifying itself.
The rush was exhilarating, almost addictive. Tatsuya craved more, but he knew he needed to be strategic in spending his hard-earned points going forward.
Glancing back at the relationship and missions panels, a newfound excitement coursed through him. After getting a tantalizing taste of the pleasure and power that came with growing stronger, he was eager to tackle more missions.
His eyes then fell upon the mission titled [Operation Go Blondie]. The corners of his mouth curled into a small, sly smile as an idea took shape. "I think it's time to complete this mission,"
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