The Genjutsu Devil of Konoha

Mikoto would carefully read the letter, from top to bottom. As she turned around, she did in fact see a carefully written-down training regimen, down to the last minute detail of what she needed to do if she wanted to become stronger.

Even small training exercises for reflex.

The usual. She had a light smile on her face—how thoughtful of him.

Her smile was quite radiant. Yui felt like her mission had been accomplished.

"Miss Mikoto, do you wish to send a letter back?"

Yes, Yui would act like this. She would be the one to deliver those love letters—yes, this is what she will call them. Love letters.

Mikoto's cheeks flushed. She nodded her head a bit.

"Give me a moment," she said, rushing inside.

She ran into her room, which was neatly made. She didn't allow too much mess to stay within her space, so her room was cleaned regularly. Plus, the Uchiha wanted to be seen a certain way. Doesn't know what that has to do with her, but oh well.

But the standards were different. She was a girl... no, she was a woman. The second she became a ninja, she was no longer a kid. And as soon as she hit puberty, she was eligible to have a kid.

Ninja society was like that.

Entering her room, she looked around. There on her desk—an empty white paper. She took out the paper, found some ink, and began writing. Her calligraphy skill in the academy was among the best—being top 3, behind Minato and of course Seijuro. However, it was still quite pretty.

She began writing down more and more notes.

She wrote her letter with care and love, making sure that she didn't mess up too badly.

She went through six scrolls before she finally got what she wanted.

She then placed her scroll where it was supposed to be—rolled up and enveloped in the Uchiha clan crest.

She did add some of her perfume to it.

Hm.

In her rush, she did not notice a piece of her hair falling into the scroll and being sealed with it.

She went outside and handed the letter over to Miss Yui.

"Here, give it to Seijuro for me."

Yui noticed the flush of her cheek. She even smelled the perfume from the scroll.

Hehehe.

As the 100% not-shipping nanny she was, she gently took the scroll from Mikoto, told the girl to have an amazing day, and even added a slight:

"Master Seijuro is lucky to have you."

You know—some light teasing.

Some stuff to stir her favorite ship.

Anyway, upon getting her quest, she sealed the scroll somewhere safe, somewhere no man would dare shove their hand to grab.

For those who guessed correctly, it wasn't between her boobies.

And since she was technically still a Jōnin with great vision, anyone who had touched the scroll would have had to take it from there.

That's just an assault charge waiting to happen. And since there was a paralysis seal on the scroll—virtue of the young master's seal—whoever stole it would be frozen for a solid 5 seconds.

Long enough for anyone to see where his ass was reaching to get the scroll.

Was it ever that deep?

Yes. The ship must go on. Under any circumstance, the ship must go on.

When she reached the guard, they exchanged light, fake, polite greetings before letting the woman go.

She wondered what her young master was doing right now.

POV change.

Seijuro sighed a bit.

So the Strength of a Hundred Seal...

Was a very hard technique to master. From what he read from the scroll he was given about this S-rank technique that he chose—

The Strength of a Hundred Seal is a technique that requires extremely delicate chakra control.

By storing vast amounts of chakra over an extended period of time into a specific point on their body—usually the forehead, because that's where the brain is—the user creates this seal, which manifests in the form of a rhombus-like marking.

Once the seal is formed, the user's already impressive chakra control allows them to perform techniques without any wasted energy.

When activated, the seal will either spread across the user's face or wrap around their entire body. The stored chakra is then released into their body, greatly amplifying the power of their techniques.

The seal will permanently remain in the center of the user's forehead, presumably so that the user can keep on benefiting from its effects.

The seal wasn't required to go on the forehead. It could go anywhere on the body, really.

He chose to have it somewhere on his chest, as that seemed like a plausible spot to have this seal.

He closed his eyes and began sending roughly 30% of his chakra toward his chest—the middle of his chest, to be exact. Not once—not even once—did he stop that process.

The hard part was continually sending that chakra to those parts of his body even while he was asleep.

Anyway, let him go over his nerf as this seal was activated. So now, instead of 8 clones, he could make 5. Use his big fire jutsu only 3 times.

Mostly everything else would stay the same since their chakra output was negligible at best, and at worst were moves he wouldn't use due to them requiring too much chakra.

As he was in the middle of making his new plan with his new reserve—now being Chūnin level—

Yui would enter the room.

"Young master, here's your letter."

She handed him the letter. He glanced at it.

Then looked at her... she seemed more eager than him to see him open that letter.

She had this, Come on, open it, look on her face.

"Miss Yui, do you honestly have no chores to do? Why do you intrigue yourself in such matters?"

"Oh, no, young master. I simply wish to see what my lady sent. No more."

Hm. She truly was fun.

He sighed a bit. She wasn't going away, so he just opened the letter and began reading.

Dear Seijuro,

I have received your letter, and I am so happy for you. Congratulations on becoming a Chūnin!

I understand that you will be busy, but I hope you don't forget about me.

If you could send me a letter each week, that would be wonderful.

I wish for your success and hope you always keep our friendship in mind.

I will train hard and do my best not to keep you waiting too long.

Let's not forget about our promise.

Sincerely,

Mikoto Uchiha

Hm. That was 100% a piece of her hair.

It may have fallen there by accident, but still, that was 100% a piece of her hair.

His cheek flushed a bit at the implication. He just wanted to check up on her.

Hm. Well, it would be very rude to just toss it away. That would be like tossing away her feelings. He couldn't bring himself to do that.

So instead, he sealed the piece of hair in a necklace. Yeah, like this.

This was better.

A/N For anyone unfamiliar with why a single strand of hair mean...look it up, its basically a confession.