The key point is, they are all for women!
Uchiha Madara narrowed his eyes. Was this kid looking for trouble?
The others naturally saw it as well, Uzumaki Naruto exclaimed, "How did you get all these things?"
None of them can use these!
It's not like Kakashi-sensei knows how to use makeup. No, even if he did, Kakashi-sensei probably wouldn't need a lady's handbag either. Uh, or maybe Obito-san could.
Thinking of Uchiha Obito wearing a JK skirt, carrying a ladies' bag, pinching his voice to pretend to be innocent, Uzumaki Naruto silently shuddered with goosebumps.
“Didn't you tell them?” Facing this blunder, even Uchiha Sasuke was uncharacteristically stunned.
Say what?" Uzumaki Naruto scratched his head. "Oh, oh, right, right, right, I forgot to say..
Thinking back now, he had been saying that an elder in his family was pregnant without going into detail. He couldn't be blamed for that; who would specifically mention it was a male who was pregnant, especially since they had happened to buy nothing but female products.
Uzumaki Naruto held a fist to his mouth with one hand and coughed, "Cough, I'm going to tell you something next, so don't be afraid."
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru exchanged a glance and said in unison,
We are professional Jujutsu Sorcerers; we don't get scared.
Uzumaki Naruto's eyes darted around frantically, not daring to look at Uchiha Madara's face. "First Grandfather, that pregnant one, the one who is Madara-san's, that's a man."
A bunch of nonsense that nearly made people dizzy; by the time they realized what they had heard, it was already too late.
“I see.. Huh?" Geto Suguru nodded with an expression of sudden realization, but halfway through his nod, he suddenly froze.
A man pregnant?
Geto Suguru thought that perhaps they had encountered a Cursed Spirit capable of altering reality, everything he was hearing right now was fake, but after looking at the powerful companions around him, he decisively chose a different thought.
“Satoru, I might not have slept well last night and my mind is a bit unclear; I actually heard just now that men can get pregnant,” Geto Suguru said to Gojo Satoru with a serious expression, “So, what were the exact words I misheard just now?”
No, Suguru, you didn't hear it wrong, because I heard it too." Gojo Satoru's sunglasses slipped down, revealing his shocked eyes. "Has technology outside developed to this extent?
The Gojo Clan had always taken pride in being an ancient Jujutsu Clan, but they never expected that technology outside would have developed to such a rapid degree.
It's not exactly about technological development," Uzumaki Naruto explained, scratching his hair. "Um.. you can think of it as a special ability of our family, much like a technique unique to the Jujutsu World.
It's not a technique that everyone can inherit, but a clan will indeed occasionally produce someone with such an ability.
No, there's no way such a technique could exist in the Jujutsu World!
Gojo Satoru didn't believe it. Despite being intimately familiar with most of the rare techniques in the Jujutsu World, he had never heard of such an absurd technique as a man getting pregnant!
"It's like Sasuke and I could also have a child," Uzumaki Naruto gave an example, a successful one at that; he and Sasuke really did have a child.
What do you mean "you and Sasuke can too"? Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru's shocked expressions turned into terror.
To think that such an absurd technique wasn't even limited to just one person; the two of them suddenly felt they were in great danger and couldn't help but cling to each other, trembling.
"So, who is responsible for this pregnancy?" Gojo Satoru asked boldly.
"The First Grandfather's child has nothing to do with me," Uzumaki Naruto said, hurriedly waving his hands. "Before I got pregnant with his child, I had only seen his stone statue." Even Edo Tensei counts as stone, I guess.
Hehe, hearing this, Uchiha Madara could no longer hold back. With a sinister grin, he pulled out a massive iron fan and swatted at them like flies, sending several people jumping and scurrying in panic.
These brats, do they think I'm dead!
Uchiha Madara's combat strength was, naturally, beyond question; except for the two girls present, everyone had taken a beating.
Half an hour later, a group of people sat in a row on the sofa, their bodies covered in wounds of varying depths.
Uchiha Sasuke had the fewest injuries on his body; after all, he had remained silent most of the time, he looked like Uchiha Izuna, having only taken a few hits while trying to fish out Uzumaki Naruto.
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru felt a sense of resonance; they had originally thought themselves to be quite formidable, but they never expected that their classmate's family would have such powerful people. Even without them going all out, one could still sense that the other party was unfathomable.
For a moment, the few of them looked exceptionally well-behaved.
If Yaga Masamichi saw them like this, he would certainly feel a sense of irony—that truly, for every villain, there is a greater villain to keep them in check.
Another wave of commotion drifted over. Uchiha Madara glanced up, finding it truly strange. Was it a new trend to bring guests home in the middle of the afternoon? He couldn't call these two young, yet the one outside was doing the same thing.
Suddenly, he felt that reinstating the etiquette lessons of the Uchiha Clan was a matter of utmost urgency.
Uchiha Sasuke keenly caught the voice of his brother, Uchiha Itachi, instantly felt he couldn't sit still, so he took Uzumaki Naruto along to go meet his brother.
Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru felt too much pressure sitting right under Madara-san's nose, so they ran out as well.
However, their timing seemed rather poor. Just as they stepped outside, accompanied by a scream, an unidentified purple object came flying toward them. The first two people dodged to the side simultaneously, immediately after, Gojo Satoru flashed away as well, leaving Geto Suguru with no time to react.
The unknown object covered him.
Amidst the swirling smoke, he could only see Gojo Satoru's hand reaching out toward him.
How many times had he been played by Gojo Satoru now? He thought through gritted teeth that Gojo Satoru wouldn't be bringing him any sweets this week!
As the smoke cleared, Geto Suguru found himself in a dark alleyway.
Where is this place? He hesitated and took two steps forward, then suddenly stopped.
In the quiet space, the sound of footsteps grew increasingly clear. Geto Suguru's face first showed signs of vigilance, but as the footsteps drew closer, his expression became increasingly strange.
“Oh my, if it isn't.. Geto!” Teasing words accompanied the person's arrival, but the newcomer suddenly stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Geto Suguru.
Satoru?
The person before Geto Suguru had white hair and wore a black blindfold, wearing the same Jujutsu High uniform and standing at a similar height, yet his entire aura was completely different, as if he had suddenly matured a lot.
Gojo Satoru pushed his blindfold up, circled around Geto Suguru to examine him, even reached out to pinch Geto Suguru's face and his bun.
Normally, Geto Suguru would have counterattacked such actions long ago, but for some reason, he stood quietly in place today, allowing Gojo Satoru to manhandle him.
“It really is Suguru,” Gojo Satoru sighed after a long silence. “In this state, you couldn't possibly still be at Jujutsu High, could you?”
Could I be anyone else?" Geto Suguru said with a hint of amusement, before seemingly realizing something, he asked softly, "Satoru, what year is it now?
Gojo Satoru fell silent. Although his face showed no expression, Geto Suguru felt that he was lost in thought.
This was not at all like the Gojo Satoru he knew; the Gojo he knew would never take anything to heart.
Gojo Satoru looked up, peering deeply into Geto Suguru's eyes, "Ten years."
Over at the Uchiha Mansion on the other side, Gojo Satoru also pushed his sunglasses up.
“Suguru.. your arm!”
As the smoke cleared, Geto Suguru stood before them, covered in blood and missing an arm.
“It's you, Satoru.” Ten years later, Geto Suguru's hair tie, which he used to use to tie his hair, was nowhere to be found; his hair now hung disheveled as he clutched his severed arm with one hand.
He saw that Gojo Satoru was actually smiling, "I never imagined I would see you at this moment."
Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, Geto Suguru felt he could no longer support himself while standing; he leaned against the wall and bent over, wanting to sit down.
Gojo Satoru rushed forward and supported him as he slowly sat down.
“It's over, Edogawa Ranpo! Your ten-year rocket launcher just injured someone!" a scream pierced through the air.
Tsunayoshi cupped his face in both hands, looking as if he were screaming, "Call an ambulance, quickly!"
It's fine, I can heal this wound," Uzumaki Naruto volunteered. "Back then, my teacher lost an eye, I was the one who healed him.
"Which teacher of yours??" Uchiha Obito, who happened to return home just in time to see this scene, spoke up.
"Kakashi-sensei!" Uzumaki Naruto answered.
Uchiha Obito wanted to ask something more, but he was interrupted by Uchiha Itachi.
If you want to heal, you have to be quick," Uchiha Itachi said, looking at the scene before him with great composure. "A ten-year rocket launcher only has five minutes.
Uzumaki Naruto rushed forward, Gojo Satoru moved aside halfway; the two of them raced against the clock, but by the time the arms grew back, nearly five minutes had already passed.
“Ten seconds left.” Uchiha Itachi looked at his watch. “If you have anything to say, say it quickly.”
Gojo Satoru stared intently at the Geto Suguru of ten years later; he had so many questions, such as why he had become like this, where he had been.
“Satoru, I am very happy to see you today.” Geto Suguru spoke first, his gaze sweeping over Tenai Riko who was watching from the side. In just a few short minutes, he had already gained a general understanding of the situation; there was no need to say those unhappy things, at least, Gojo Satoru didn't need to know them so early.
“Goodbye.”
The smoke cleared, the two people exchanged looks once again.
Gojo Satoru stood in place, feeling an indescribable sense of loss.
Brother." Uchiha Sasuke moved to Uchiha Itachi's side, his eyes looking toward the group of people beside Uchiha Itachi. "Aren't you going to introduce them?
“This is my new disciple, Tsunayoshi, his family,” Uchiha Itachi said to Sasuke, pointing at Tsunayoshi. “Tsuna, this is my brother, Sasuke.”
“Sasuke-kun, h-hello.” Tsunayoshi immediately greeted him.
Uchiha Sasuke quickly scanned Tsunayoshi's entire body and the child in the cow suit by his legs, then met his eyes, "Hello."
After a brief introduction, the two of them stood back up on either side of Uchiha Itachi.
Is that all? There are so many people standing next to you two. Setting aside the two unlucky bastards who were just caught in the crossfire, setting aside that white-haired man with the sour expression, even if we just look at those two kids—he saw everything clearly. Aren't you going to introduce the culprit in the cow-print outfit who just caused this whole series of events?
Uchiha Obito, who had been standing aside watching the spectacle, grew anxious. He had arrived just as the two groups were meeting, so he didn't recognize a single person.
Uchiha Itachi stood there calmly, unmoved.
Uchiha Sasuke scratched his face, "Brother, I have something I want to tell you."
He tilted his head to signal toward the side; Uchiha Itachi glanced at him, the two of them walked toward the distance.
Uzumaki Naruto immediately ran to Tsunayoshi's side under Gokudera Hayato's wary gaze, "Wow, how did you get Sasuke-kun to become your teacher?"
“Because of a bento,” Tsunayoshi said truthfully; from his perspective, that was exactly how it was.
Huh?
Uchiha-sensei was originally our Home Economics teacher.
But lately, he's become the PE teacher," Tsunade said, looking a bit melancholic. "I feel like the number of people who want to be my student lately has exceeded the limit.
Ahhh??
Uzumaki Naruto couldn't understand anymore.
In the distance, Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke walked into an empty corner.
Uchiha Sasuke lowered his head to straighten his clothes. Even though he was the one who had suggested they had something to discuss, now that the moment had arrived, he didn't know how to say it.
Uchiha Itachi waited patiently, wondering in his heart what Sasuke could possibly have to say.
From the look of things, it didn't seem like an emergency, but rather something embarrassing.