Naruto: Reborn as Uchiha Obito

Chapter 246 243: Domesticating Kaguya Ōtsutsuki

Kaguya waited anxiously for his answer, her less-than-patient mind racing through a dozen catastrophic possibilities.Yet the silence stretched on. Confused, she glanced at him… and caught a low, rhythmic sound.

The bastard was actually... humming.

" …Why are you making that noise?" she finally demanded, unable to bear it any longer.

Obito blinked, as if surfacing from pleasant thoughts. "Hm?"

"That irritating sound coming out of your mouth."

"Oh, that." Obito casually shoved his hands into his pockets. "It's called humming."

" …Why?"

"Because I'm in a good mood."

" …Why?"

Obito stared at her for a moment before snorting.

"You really ask a lot of questions." He scratched the side of his face lazily. "Well, to answer you... you surrendered, remember?"

A dangerous twitch pulled at the corner of Kaguya's eye.

"I said I would serve you temporarily."

"Sure, sure." He waved her off dismissively. "That's basically marriage by Ōtsutsuki standards from what I know."

"…"

For the first time in centuries, Kaguya felt the urge to murder someone purely out of annoyance rather than survival.

Slowly, she looked away, visible regret crossing her face.

Perhaps speaking at all had been a mistake.

"All right, quit standing there looking stupid and let's go. We've got someplace to be." Obito beckoned with a casual flick—almost like summoning a Pokémon and opened a swirling portal.

Kaguya hesitated for a brief moment, staring silently at his back. Her instincts screamed at her not to follow someone this suspicious so easily, but ultimately did nothing and followed, footsteps slow and wary, leaving the beautiful dimension behind.

Swoosh!

As she emerged, her pupils narrowed to slits.

They stood in a spacious room… dominated by a single, oversized, silky-soft bed.

Instantly, a terrible feeling welled up inside her, forcing Kaguya to stop in place.

Her pale eyes swept across the massive room once more before settling back onto him warily.

"…Why did you bring me here?"

Obito glanced back at her thoughtfully.

The moment he saw the guarded look on her face and the faint tension in her posture like she was ready to flee at any second–he immediately realized she had misunderstood something again.

"Oh, that." He scratched his cheek awkwardly. "I got a little emotional after our meeting and thought about making up for it."

Kaguya stared at him in complete disbelief.

Not for even a single second did she buy that explanation.

By now, she already had a rough understanding of the man standing before her.

Which was exactly why only one conclusion came to mind.

"I see..." Kaguya said slowly, her expression turning colder. "So this is some primitive mating ritual meant to further degrade my dignity."

"…"

Obito had to admit, he did want to fuck her right here and now but he reined the urge in.

Her stiff posture, the way her body seemed ready to bolt if he so much as took a step, left him momentarily speechless.

This was his private sanctuary—no one else had ever set foot inside. Whenever Obito needed to be alone, to think, or simply kill time, he came to this hidden base. He wrote half-finished novels, sketched sloppy manga drafts, even tried sewing clothes once before giving up because it was a hassle.

Shelves lined the walls, crammed with his "collections," plus an unsettling variety of "tools" designed for women and an entire wardrobe of cosplay outfits—bunny suits and other, naughtier attire. In short, this room was his personal treasure trove.

So he answered her with a deadly earnest and faintly exasperated expression:

" …No, this has nothing to do with a mating ritual. Besides, that alone wouldn't make you obedient. Honestly, Kaguya, why is your brain packed with filthy thoughts? Are you perhaps a rabbit in heat as well?"

Kaguya frowned, as if reviewing half-remembered cultural records, and ignored his disrespectful words.

"I was under the impression males establish dominance through violence and destruction."

"…Actually, you know what? Fair enough."

Obito nodded slowly.

That was uncomfortably accurate.

Kaguya gave another small nod, fully accepting the correction with complete sincerity.

Obito suddenly felt personally attacked because she had accidentally summarized almost his entire personality in one sentence.

So naturally, he retaliated.

Grinning faintly, he turned and walked toward one of the large closets lining the room before sliding it open.

"You're adapting surprisingly well," he said casually while rummaging through the contents. "At this rate, you'll become a functioning member of society in only... four or five centuries."

Kaguya offered the barest nod, expression blank, her eyes silently tracking his every suspicious move.

"A swift pace, I suppose."

At the same time, she secretly activated her Byakugan further, trying to uncover whatever hidden scheme he was plotting.

Her vision pierced through the closet doors instantly.

Inside, however, there was nothing especially dangerous.

Just...

Weird materials.

Folded fabrics.

Boxes.

Suspicious accessories.

And objects Kaguya could not immediately comprehend the purpose of.

"…"

For a moment Obito actually felt guilty... bullying an alien MILF with a questionable IQ. Then his eyes lit up.

"Oh—this one. Perfect!"

Kaguya's guard shot up again. " …What now?"

"There's something important I forgot to mention." Obito turned around while holding something in his hand.

Kaguya's eyes narrowed.

"…What?"

"You need better clothes."

Obito gestured vaguely toward her torn white robes.

"You currently look like an angry ghost haunting a temple."

" … "

Kaguya Ōtsutsuki tilted her head, gaze flicking between Obito and the bundle of clothes.

"You brought me here merely so I could… change?"

"Well, not just that." Obito thrust the garments into her arms, then pointed toward a small door in the corner. "Shower, too. You look clean, but thinking you haven't bathed in a thousand years makes my skin crawl. Off you go."

With that, he steered her stiff as a statue—straight into the bathroom.

"Remember: everything else can wait. Drip is eternal."

"…What does that sentence even mean?"

"You'll learn."

The door clicked shut, leaving her alone amid tiled silence. For a long moment Kaguya simply stared at the unfamiliar room, then at the clothes in her hands, Byakugan flickering with unreadable thoughts. After thirty full minutes of motionless contemplation, she began to undress.

Outside, Obito lay sprawled on the bed, sketching a manga cover: a boy in a straw hat, a Zanpakutō slung over one shoulder, holding a high-tech tracer that highlighted shiny stones on a map. He chuckled.

"Huh. She actually went along with it. Definitely different from those other barbarian Ōtsutsuki–trainable, even."

For Obito, Kaguya was a walking billboard that screamed "I lack a sense of security," "I'm insecure," "I'm loveless," "Nobody cares about me."

She projected a formidable front, yet underneath she was riddled with gaps—anxieties he could slip through with ease. All it took was strength and relentless pressure to pry those emotions open and bend them to his will.

His strategy was brutally straightforward—the classic candy-and-stick. First, break her pride and shred her self-esteem, then... just when the world felt hollow, help her reach a long-buried dream.

He would alternate ice with fire–gentle warmth one day, jarring violence the next until the contrast itself became addictive.

Give her a warm home… give her new things to anticipate… give her honest comfort–

...until the day she instinctively craved that sense of belonging and grew anxious at the mere thought of facing the world alone.

After all, not everyone possesses the courage to stand against everything forever. Even the strongest soul hopes, at least once in their life, for someone to plant themselves at their side—shielding their back and saying, "I'm here."

Were his methods ugly and deceitful?

Absolutely.

But did that truly matter?

If the outcome was a life far brighter than the lonely eternity she'd endured, could it really be called cruel?

Bang!

The sharp crack of something shattering echoed through the quiet room.

Obito halted his marker over the manga page, eyes half-lidded in sudden doubt.

" …She didn't wreck anything in there, did she?"

Almost on cue, the running water and every hint of movement—went silent.

Somehow, that felt even more ominous.

He sat up, narrowing his gaze toward the bathroom.

" …Kaguya?"

Only stillness answered.

"Oi. Did you break something?"

Still he got nothing in response.

Now he was genuinely concerned.

The kind of concern someone feels after realizing they left a mentally unstable alien Milf unsupervised near plumbing and modern civilization for the first time.

He strode to the door and tapped twice.

"Kaguya, you alive in there?"

A long pause … then her voice drifted out, baffled:

" …This bathroom—something is wrong with it. The water changed temperature without warning. I don't want a hot bath right now. Did you do that? Fix it."

"Turn the button on the left."

" …There are too many buttons."

Obito pinched the bridge of his nose. For a moment he'd forgotten she came from an age before indoor plumbing, and the thought made his heart ache.

This house—painstakingly remodeled to match the dream home from his previous life had been crafted with sweat, blood, and obsessive detail… and now some retarded woman might have just broken it.

"Open the door," Obito called, forcing a deep breath through his nose. Calm down... whatever she broke, I can squeeze 'compensation' out of her later. It's not a total loss.

"No."

" …Why not?"

"I am unclothed."

"Come on– it's not like I haven't seen everything already. We're practically the closest of comrades, no need for modesty between us."

" …That is not the arrangement I agreed to," came her flat reply.

Obito stared at the door for several long seconds, a vein bulging on his forehead. He wrestled with the urge to burst in and swat her butt hard. What was that even supposed to mean?

Then, all at once

Hsssssssh…

The shower restarted with a healthy roar.

Several tense heart-beats ticked past.

Kaguya's voice, slightly muffled by steam, floated through the door at last:

" …This is acceptable."

Believing her shower ordeal finally settled, Obito flopped onto the bed once more. Old-school sketchpad propped against his knees, black marker still uncapped. With a final flourish he inked the last panel, then scrawled a dramatic 「終」 in the corner.

He flipped back through the crisp Bristol pages, faint scent of alcohol ink lingering in the air. Piles of finished chapters sat in neat stacks all around the mattress—months of silent work no one had ever seen.

"Should I actually publish one of these?" he muttered, tapping the marker against his chin.

Maybe run off a cheap dōjin print, slip a few copies onto a hidden shelf in Snow's book district, and watch what happened…

The idea felt stupidly tempting, but he hesitated—half-nervous, half-thrilled—while the ink on that final panel dried to a glossy black sheen.

Obito set the marker down and murmured to himself, "Maybe I should leave a little piece of myself in this world before all is said and done."

—The creator, Obito Uchiha.

A quiet, satisfied smile curled across his face.

"…There is another issue," came Kaguya's voice again—calm, yet laced with restrained irritation.

"Of course there is," Obito sighed.

"The clothing you provided is… absurd."

Obito's lips split into a relieved grin. "Ah, so you reached that part."

The bathroom door cracked open just enough for one suspicious, pale eye to glare at him through the gap.

"Why are there so many pointless openings?" she demanded.

"Fashion," he replied without shame.

"Half the back is missing."

"Breathability."

"The skirt is far too short."

"Mobility."

"…And there are rabbit ears."

"Drip."

Kaguya's expression darkened. Dull or not, she wasn't foolish—he was clearly dressing her in something ridiculous. And she had no intention of letting his whims dictate her dignity.

"Did he seriously think I'd just obey?" she scoffed to herself, contempt swirling behind her regained calm façade.

But her confidence shattered the instant she noticed her pristine white Ōtsutsuki robes—garments she'd worn for more than a millennium—had vanished without a trace.

She didn't need to think to know who the culprit was. Her entire body trembled, her ample chest heaving like twin watermelons poised to burst.

"…What exactly are you trying to turn me into? What could you possibly gain from all this…? I can't grasp your intentions."

Obito lounged against the edge of the bed, utterly at ease.

"Hmm… hard to say."

"Perhaps I'm molding you into something useful, someone functional," he added with a playful shrug.

"…Insolent vermin." With that, she slid the door shut once more, refusing to utter another word.

Obito with his arms folded, waited in unruffled silence. He knew she had no real choice, sooner or later, she'd relent.

Hmph… Either she puts on the outfit, or she walks out here stark naked. Honestly, that's a win-win for me, he mused, hiding a devil-may-care grin.

A few minutes later...

Click.

The bathroom door swung fully open.

Obito glanced over, eyes narrowing in anticipation.

"…Oh."

Kaguya Ōtsutsuki stood ramrod-straight, as if she were seconds from declaring war on the entire world.

The jet-black outfit hugged her skin and cascaded over her long white hair, transforming her from an ancient goddess into a dangerously gorgeous final-boss beauty straight out of a fantasy game.

More importantly…

She looked utterly uncomfortable.

Kaguya kept yanking the too-short skirt downward, displeasure flickering across her face.

"This garment is defective."

Obito Uchiha let out a low whistle, his gaze roaming appreciatively from head to toe.

"No, you're just too tall and damn, you look incredible, Kaguya… but there's still one thing missing."

He stroked his chin thoughtfully, only then realizing the bunny-ear headband was nowhere in sight.

"…Hmm. Why'd you skip the ears? With those on, I'd have given you a perfect five out of five."

"There's no way I'm putting on that ridiculous accessory," Kaguya snapped, her glare sharp enough to pierce stone.

"Suit yourself—your natural horns more than make up for it, anyway."

"…You truly are an incomprehensible one."

Kaguya's skin tingled as if ants were crawling beneath it under the heat of his unwavering stare. Her heartbeat quickened, and for reasons she refused to name—she felt a desperate urge to escape his gaze.

Moments ago she could still meet his eyes without flinching, now, wrapped in this immodest outfit, her gaze kept dropping, a flush of humiliation blooming across her cheeks.

Unable to help herself, she tugged at the skirt's hem again and again, as though sheer determination could somehow coax the fabric to grow longer.

"W-Why are you staring at me like that?" Her voice was taut, brittle defiance barely masking her unease.

Obito reclined against the bed and patted the spot beside him.

"Come here."

Kaguya instantly frowned.

"No."

"Wow. Immediate rejection." Obito placed a hand over his chest dramatically. "That hurts, Kaguya. I thought we were building trust."

"You are clearly plotting something shameful."

"I'm always plotting something shameful. That's not new."

"…Then my answer remains no."

Obito released a theatrical sigh, as though the weight of the shinobi world pressed on his shoulders.

"You know, when you shoot down every single thing I say, this relationship ends up feeling really one-sided."

"We do not have a relationship."

"..."

"Damn. You say the coldest things with the calmest face possible."

Kaguya remained rooted in place near the bathroom door, maintaining maximum distance like a cautious animal observing a dangerous predator.

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