The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 481 The interaction of the princesses, the intimacy enhanced late at night.

After the banquet, the night was deep and the moon was high in the sky.

The moonlight streamed through the windows into the mansion, gentle and serene.

The children were tired from playing, so Itachi Uchiha took the initiative to look after some of the younger siblings.

Karin carried Uchiha Yunxi back to her bedroom, while she followed beside her, softly humming a soothing lullaby and tucking her sister in.

Uchiha Mitsunori stood under the eaves, watching the children's figures, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Only after the children had fallen asleep did he turn and head towards the palace of the princesses.

The princesses returned to their respective palaces. After months of separation, a tacit expectation lingered in their eyes as they quietly awaited the arrival of the Uchiha Three Peaks.

The solar power within Uchiha Mitsunaka surged ceaselessly, and the gentleness he displayed at the banquet faded somewhat, replaced by a burning desire.

He followed the familiar path and headed to Kaguya Otsutsuki's palace as his first stop.

The night was so dark that it seemed impossible to see through it. The pale pink gauze curtains fluttered in the evening breeze, like butterfly wings trembling.

Kaguya Otsutsuki was sitting on a soft couch by the window, her long silver hair falling like a galaxy.

A jade hairpin, adorned with tiny, sparkling beads, dangled in her hair and swayed gently with her breath.

Only when he sensed the familiar chakra of Uchiha Mitsuru did he slowly raise his eyes.

Her eyes instantly filled with a soft light, and even her fingertips curled slightly, unable to hide the joy in her heart.

Uchiha Mitsunori walked quietly behind her, leaving only his warm breath lingering around her neck.

He leaned down slightly, his warm palm gently covering her abdomen.

"Kaguya, what are you thinking about?"

Kaguya Otsutsuki stiffened slightly, then relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

He gently placed the ancient book in his hand on the tatami mat, then turned and threw himself into the arms of Uchiha Mitsunori.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, pressed her cheek against his chest, and listened clearly to his steady heartbeat.

His unique scent lingered around her nose, completely calming her restless heart.

"I'm wondering when you'll come back to me... and keep me company!"

"I'm afraid you'll end up like the other Otsutsuki, lost in the universe in your pursuit of power, never to return."

Uchiha Mitsunori lowered his head and kissed Kaguya Otsutsuki's forehead, raising his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the warmth reaching deep into his heart.

"I promised you I would come back safely. I'm not one of those fanatical Otsutsuki; you are the ones I will protect my whole life."

The two nestled together on the soft couch, the gauze curtains hanging down, enveloping their figures.

Kaguya Otsutsuki nestled obediently in the arms of Mitsunaka Uchiha, gently tracing his chest.

Occasionally, she would look up and exchange a tender kiss with him.

Their quiet entanglement melted away months of longing, worry, and concern in every intimate touch.

After their tender moment, Uchiha Mitsunori raised his hand, his palm radiating a rich yet gentle golden light, and lightly touched her brow with his fingertips.

"Kaguya, I will help you stabilize your origin and increase your strength, so that you can better protect yourself and your children in the future."

Kaguya Otsutsuki's eyelashes trembled slightly as she could clearly feel new power flowing through her meridians. Her whole body felt comfortable, as if she were bathed in warm sunshine, and her strength was rapidly increasing imperceptibly.

As the energy injection was completed, Kaguya Otsutsuki looked up and gently kissed Mitsunaga Uchiha on the lips.

"Digest it well, I'm going to check on the others." Uchiha Mitsumine ruffled her long hair and turned to leave.

Kaguya Otsutsuki was left standing there, watching his retreating figure, her eyes filled with reluctance and longing.

As we left Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's palace, the night grew even darker.

Tsunade leaned against the soft cushion, her impatience gradually replaced by anticipation.

Hearing footsteps, she immediately looked up, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You certainly know how to enjoy yourself. Go keep Kaguya company first, making me wait."

Her tone carried a hint of coquettishness, but her eyes were filled with undisguised joy, and she even gripped the honeysuckle in her fingers a little tighter.

Uchiha Mitsunori strode closer, his body radiating a faint golden light and carrying a scorching heat.

He reached out and grasped Tsunade's wrist, pulling her closer with just the right amount of force: "I'll make it up to my Queen Tsunade later."

Uchiha Mitsumine leaned down, his nose lightly brushing against Tsunade's earlobe, the warm breath instantly flushing Tsunade's cheeks.

Tsunade, who is usually assertive, was now captivated by him.

She subconsciously raised her hand and lightly punched his chest, the force so light it sounded like a spoiled child, and retorted, "Who wants you to compensate me?"

Her body moved closer to him, and Uchiha Mitsunori took the opportunity to pull her into his arms.

He held her waist tightly, feeling her body gradually relax from its initial stiffness, and a sweet smile appeared on his lips.

The usually strong-willed Tsunade gradually let down her guard and nestled obediently in the arms of Uchiha Mitsunori.

She gently wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek against his shoulder, revealing a rare girlish side to herself.

"Don't stay that long next time."

Uchiha Mitsunori lowered his head and kissed the top of Tsunade's head, his voice full of affection: "Thank you for your hard work, Tsunade. I'll spend more time with you from now on."

After their tender moment, Uchiha Mitsunori infused Tsunade with energy.

It repaired her past battle wounds, and the power of the slug merged with the power of the sun, giving rise to a stronger self-healing ability and combat power.

"Truly domineering."

Tsunade flexed her wrists, feeling the surging power within her, her eyes filled with surprise.

Afterwards, Uchiha Mitsunori arrived at Uchiha Mikoto's palace.

The palace doors were not closed, letting in soft, warm light and the delicate fragrance of orchids—incense personally blended by Uchiha Mikoto, known for its calming and soothing properties.

Moonlight streamed through the window, spilling onto the carpet inside the hall, weaving a silvery glow.

Uchiha Mikoto was sitting at a small table, holding an embroidery needle in her hand, intently embroidering a handkerchief.

The handkerchief features a blooming osmanthus tree, its stitches fine and lifelike.

Hearing footsteps, Uchiha Mikoto suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, which was then tinged with a faint shyness.

She quickly put down her embroidery needle, stood up to greet him, her fingertips slightly red from nervousness.

She picked up the tea that had been warmed and handed it to Uchiha Sanfeng, her voice as gentle as flowing water: "You must be tired. This is osmanthus tea that I specially brewed to soothe your mind."

Uchiha Mitsunori took the teacup, his fingertips inadvertently touching Uchiha Mikoto's.

Feeling the slight coolness and trembling of her fingertips, he took her hand and gently pulled her into his arms.

He let her lean against his chest, lowered his head to smell the faint orchid scent in her hair, and kissed the top of her head.

In a gentle tone: "With Uchiha Mikoto around, I'm not tired."

Uchiha Mikoto's cheeks flushed instantly, as if stained with rouge.

She gently placed her hands on his chest, but did not push him away, only letting herself nestle in Uchiha Mitsunori's arms.

Listening to his steady heartbeat, my heart was filled with sweetness and peace.

The two nestled together on the soft couch, with Uchiha Mikoto leaning on Uchiha Mitsumine's shoulder.

She softly recounted the trivial matters that had occurred at the mansion during the months she had been away, from the children's daily cultivation to the clan's sacrificial rites.

Her tone was gentle, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

Uchiha Mitsunori listened quietly, occasionally nodding in response, his fingertips gently stroking her hair.

Occasionally, he would pick up one of her unfinished handkerchiefs, look at the delicate osmanthus flowers on it, and smile, saying, "Uchiha Mikoto's embroidery skills have improved again."

Mikoto Uchiha blushed even more and said softly, "I was thinking of embroidering a new handkerchief for Mitsumine Uchiha when you came back."

After the tender moment, Uchiha Mitsunori raised his hand, and a soft golden light emanated from his palm.

He gently placed his hand over Mikoto Uchiha's eyes: "Your Sharingan has taken too much to handle. I'll help you stabilize your foundation."

Uchiha Mitsunori spoke gently as golden energy slowly flowed into Uchiha Mikoto's body.

It nourishes the essence of her Sharingan and repairs the damage left by her past training.

Mikoto Uchiha closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his palm and the surging power within her.

His eyes were full of gratitude and dependence, and he reached out and tightly gripped Uchiha Mitsunori's sleeve, unwilling to let go.

Once the energy injection was complete, Mikoto Uchiha's Sharingan emitted a faint golden light.

Both the precision of his eye techniques and his chakra manipulation have achieved a qualitative leap.

She looked up at Uchiha Mitsunori, her eyes filled with tenderness: "Thank you, Uchiha Mitsunori."

As night deepened, the Uchiha Mitsunaga visited Sara, Kurenai Yuhi, and other queens in succession.

Each place has its own unique atmosphere and warmth.

Sara's palace was decorated with exotic tapestries and filled with the aroma of burning incense.

She was wearing a light gauze dress. When she saw Uchiha Mitsumine enter, she took the initiative to step forward and put her arms around his waist.

She pressed her cheek against his chest and spoke of her longing in a gentle voice with an exotic accent.

Uchiha Mitsunori gently stroked her long hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear to soothe her troubled heart.

The palace of the setting sun was simple and quiet, with a vase of blooming red maple leaves on the table.

She was dressed in a light red kimono and had a serene demeanor. When she saw Uchiha Mitsunori enter, she stood up and poured him a cup of warm wine.

The two sat facing each other, occasionally raising their glasses to drink. No need for many words; a single glance was enough to convey their feelings.

Uchiha Mitsumine gently kissed the red maple leaf at her temple, his fingertips brushing against her cheek, full of tenderness.

By the time the other princesses had been visited, a faint glimmer of light had appeared on the horizon.

Uchiha Mitsunori followed the familiar path toward Hinata Hyuga's palace—he had originally planned to find Hinata Hyuga first, and then go see Hanabi Hyuga.

When the door was opened, the hall was bathed in warm, soft light, and the delicate fragrance of gardenias filled the air.

Intertwined with moonlight, it is so gentle that it is intoxicating.

Hinata Hyuga was sitting on a soft tatami mat, holding a cup of warm tea in her hands.

She was wearing a plain white kimono, her long hair was loosely tied up, and a jade hairpin was inserted in her hair.

Upon seeing Uchiha Mitsunori enter, a faint blush instantly rose on her cheeks. Her eyes were somewhat shy, yet she could not hide the joy in them.

Hanabi Hyuga sat beside Hinata Hyuga, wearing a light blue kimono and with her long hair flowing down her shoulders.

He was playing with a strand of hair in his hand when he saw Uchiha Mitsunori enter, and a knowing smile appeared in his eyes.

Clearly, she had anticipated that he would seek out his sister first, and had deliberately waited here in advance, a playful smile curving her lips, revealing her lively spirit.

Hinata Hyuga rose to greet her, a faint blush on her cheeks, and said in a gentle tone, "Uchiha Mitsumine."

Hyuga Hanabi also stood up and walked lightly to Hyuga Hinata's side, smiling gently: "I knew you would come to see your older sister first, so I came to join in the fun."

Looking at the two gentle queens before him, Uchiha Mitsunori's burning passion transformed into a soft warmth.

He gently put his arm around Hinata and Hanabi's shoulders: "Hanabi, you were right."

The atmosphere inside the hall was warm and intimate, and the flickering candlelight made the three figures appear even more close.

The spring night was long, and the palace lanterns beside the soft couch cast long shadows of the three people.

Uchiha Mitsunori sat in the middle, with Hinata Hyuga leaning obediently on his shoulder.

She gently gripped his sleeves with both hands, her head lowered slightly, her cheeks flushed, her breathing soft, full of dependence.

Hinata Hanabi leaned against him on the other side, her arm gently wrapped around his arm.

Occasionally, she would look up and meet the gaze of Uchiha Mitsunori, a gentle smile hidden in her eyes.

She would also sneak up to his ear and whisper a few playful words, which made Uchiha Mitsunori's smile deepen.

The two sisters got along very well and there was no distance between them.

Even a casual glance conveyed an unspoken understanding, filling the hall with a warm and tender atmosphere.

Even the candlelight seemed to soften.