FWF Chapter 407 Singularity
Chapter 407 Singularity
victim……
Zuo Yue was not lying—she had indeed come to hate someone again, someone she had to kill, a member of her own race who shared the same blood as her.
The culprit who controlled the Nine-Tails and destroyed Naruto's entire childhood.
She knew that this hatred might be obsessive, even somewhat twisted. But she also understood that if Naruto ever wanted to kill her, she probably wouldn't even have the thought of resisting.
Her emotions were never normal. Extreme, intense, like a poisoned blade, cutting herself on one hand and pointing at everyone who had hurt her on the other.
She was indeed a little angry with Naruto, but the source of that anger always revolved around only one thing—his willingness to be stabbed by Itachi for the sake of the Sharingan.
Every time she recalls the image of the blade piercing his body, Zuo Yue's heart aches so much that she can barely breathe. She wishes that the knife had been used on her instead.
Naruto gazed into Sasuke's eyes, which were brimming with tears, yet the love surging within them burned him intensely.
She still loves him. Just like before.
This realization brought Naruto a sigh of relief, but also a wave of shame. "Satsuki…I…" Naruto's voice was hoarse, filled with a cautious plea, "Any compensation will do…as long as you…"
I want you.
Naruto's ears burned slightly: "...I already am."
"Not enough." She took a step forward, almost pressing herself into his arms, and looked up at him, her dark eyes swirling with a possessive, obsessive desire. "I don't want anything but you."
Her love was obsessive to the point of being almost pathological—she wanted to become one with him, to be the breath he took every time, to see only her in his eyes, and to have all his joys and sorrows rooted in her.
She even fantasized about binding him to her side forever with an irreversible contract, even if it would burn them both.
[Current Status: The Singularity of Love]
[Status Description: Her affection level has transcended the realm of 'relationship' and reached the other side of 'concept'. In her cognitive universe, the definition of the word 'love' has been completely rewritten, its extension and connotation being solely for you. History before you is a void of chaos, and the future outside of you is an absolute blank. Her memories, personality, and life potential are forever directed towards you, her one and only 'sun,' with the most fervent and unreserved intensity. Any attempt to separate you from her existence is conceptually equivalent to creating a 'vacuum annihilation' encompassing all dimensions and information within the laws of her world, the only outcome being complete self-collapse and the erasure of her existence.]
[System Notice: For the sake of the continuation of the world and all life—the host must cherish their own health and avoid injury.]
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"……Um."
The crisp chirping of birds outside the window reached her ears, and Zuo Yue slowly opened her eyes. Morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, and memories of last night flooded back like a tide—those passionate kisses, intertwined breaths, and… her uncontrollable demands after she took control.
Her cheeks felt slightly flushed.
"Good morning."
A gentle voice came from above, accompanied by a slight vibration in his chest. Naruto was lying on his side, holding her tightly in his arms, his arms loosely wrapped around her waist.
A faint smile graced his face—a smile devoid of any unease or hesitation from the previous night, only overflowing with warmth.
Naruto... is in a good mood?
Satsuki didn't know what had happened, but the palpable joy in his aura instinctively made her feel at ease. She snuggled gently against him and softly responded, "Mmm."
She continued to feel the warmth of his chest, her breath filled with his clean and pleasant scent.
"Breakfast is ready, let's eat together in a bit."
Naruto's fingers gently ran through her black hair, lightly combing the ends, his movements filled with tenderness. He, too, enjoyed the softness and warmth in his arms.
"Huh? It's already done?"
Satsuki looked up in surprise. But Naruto was still in bed... Did he get up early to make breakfast and then come back to keep her company?
This realization stirred a secret sense of satisfaction within her—Naruto's infatuation and reluctance to part with her were exactly the response she craved most. Her possessiveness, like vines, entwined around this tenderness, quietly tightening.
But right now, she'd rather enjoy her "favorite dessert" than breakfast.
She tilted her head back, leaned closer to him, and gently stroked his cheek with her fingers...
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"Here, this is a sandwich with lots of tomatoes. And there's porridge too, your favorite flavor."
"Okay, thank you."
At the dining table, the two, having finished washing up, sat facing each other. Naruto's face showed a hint of unconcealed fatigue, yet he still carefully pushed the specially made tomato sandwich in front of Satsuki.
Satsuki looked refreshed, a soft, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she took the sandwich, her fingertips brushing against the back of his hand.
In the end... Naruto couldn't escape it in the morning.
Even though I was up until midnight last night, this morning I was coaxed and teased by Zuoyue for a while... Although I was a little tired, my heart was inexplicably filled with warmth.
Will this happen every day from now on?
As the thought flashed through his mind, Naruto's ears burned slightly, yet he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
"Knock knock knock!"
A sudden knock on the door shattered the morning tranquility. Was it his father-in-law, mother-in-law, or his mother? Naruto got up to open the door, only to see a completely unexpected figure.
"Jiraiya-sensei?"
He said in surprise, quickly stepping aside. "What brings you here? By the way, have you eaten? Come in and eat with us."
"No, no, no, I don't need it..."
Jiraiya stood at the door, his expression extremely strange—revealing an air of embarrassment and anxiety. He waved his hand to decline, while cautiously glancing into the room, his eyes darting around suspiciously.
"Um... Naruto, how are things between you and Satsuki? Kushina told me..."
"You... already knew?" Naruto scratched the back of his head sheepishly, but smiled. "The wedding is within two years, right? You must attend, as my teacher—"
His words came to an abrupt end.
Because he saw Jiraiya's face turn pale instantly, and cold sweat even seeped from his forehead. His hesitant and regretful expression was definitely not because he was moved by his disciple's upcoming marriage.
Not right.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from not far away, accompanied by an angry, all-too-familiar female voice—
"You old bastard!! I'm going to kill you—!!"
Kushina Uzumaki rushed over like a red whirlwind, her long red hair floating in the air, a symbol of her anger.
"If the trouble you caused when you were young affects Naruto—you're as good as dead!!"
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(Why do they manage to pull off some really cheesy scenes? I used to love watching them bicker and fight when I was a kid.)