Kushina Uzumaki The Sage Of The Yuri Path

The Uchiha training grounds were silent except for the rhythmic clash of weapons and the occasional sound of feet shifting across the dirt. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the field, illuminating the two figures locked in battle.

Mikoto Uchiha moved with effortless grace, her three-tomoe Sharingan spinning fluidly, tracking every movement of her opponent. Across from her, her eldest son, Itachi, stood rigid, his face neutral as he calculated his next move. His own Sharingan burned crimson, but there was something else hidden in his expression—something close to pure, undiluted fear.

Mikoto smirked, shifting into an offensive stance. "You're hesitating, Itachi. Why?"

Itachi swallowed, gripping his kunai tightly. "I—"

Before he could finish, Mikoto vanished.

In the blink of an eye, she was behind him, her kunai stopping inches from his neck. His Sharingan had seen it, had recognized the movement—but his body had failed to react in time.

His mother had beaten him. Again.

Mikoto sighed dramatically. "You hesitated again, my dear son. That's the fifth time this week. And let me guess—you're still thinking about your 'great mission for peace' or whatever nonsense your father keeps whispering in your ear?"

Itachi stiffened but didn't deny it.

Mikoto's smirk faded slightly as she twirled the kunai in her hand. "You're going to commit great evil one day, aren't you?"

Itachi's breath hitched. He stared at her, wide-eyed. "I—Mother, I—"

Mikoto flicked him in the forehead, cutting off his stammering response.

Itachi flinched violently. "M-Mother—"

"Save it," Mikoto said, stretching her arms. "You're too tense, Itachi. Maybe if you spent less time thinking about world peace and more time learning how not to get beaten by your mother, you'd actually be as good as people claim."

Itachi's eye twitched. "T-That's not fair—"

Mikoto raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you about to whine?"

Itachi froze.

Mikoto crossed her arms. "That's what I thought."

Sasuke, who had been watching from the sidelines, snickered loudly. "Wow, Itachi, I thought you were supposed to be a prodigy."

Itachi turned to glare at him. "Quiet, Sasuke."

Mikoto's expression darkened slightly, her Sharingan pulsing as she looked at her youngest son.

For some reason, every time she looked at Sasuke, she felt an overwhelming sense of irritation.

She didn't know why.

She just knew—deep in her soul—that Sasuke was going to be a massive pain in the ass one day.

Her left eye twitched slightly, and she scowled.

Sasuke blinked. "M-Mom?"

Mikoto exhaled sharply and shook her head. "Nothing. Forget it."

Sasuke tilted his head. "You looked like you were gonna awaken the Mangekyō just now."

Mikoto's grip tightened on her kunai.

Itachi coughed awkwardly, trying to defuse the growing tension. "Mother, I—"

Mikoto turned back to him sharply, her gaze unreadable. "Itachi, if you ever betray this clan or do something as stupid as what I think you're planning, I will hunt you down myself and beat you senseless."

Itachi froze.

For the first time in years, he felt genuine fear.

Mikoto, satisfied with the reaction, patted his head condescendingly. "Good boy. Now, go make yourself useful and train Sasuke."

Sasuke, realizing what was happening, turned pale. "Wait, no—"

But it was too late.

Itachi, having been thoroughly humiliated, decided to take out his frustration on Sasuke.

Mikoto, meanwhile, walked off to the side and sat under a tree, watching them with mild amusement.

"Hmm…" she murmured to herself, rubbing her chin. "Itachi's going to be a problem… and I just know Sasuke is going to be a pain one day…"

Her Sharingan pulsed slightly, and a brief, distorted vision flashed before her eyes.

She saw herself, standing at the edge of a battlefield, watching as two figures clashed violently. One of them was Itachi. The other was—

Sasuke.

Mikoto's left eye twitched violently.

"Ugh." She massaged her forehead. "Great. Now I have a headache."

She had no idea what that vision meant—but she was absolutely sure it was Sasuke's fault.

Later that evening, Mikoto sat in her personal study, staring at the cup of tea in her hands as she tried to process the growing absurdity that was her life.

She had awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan. She had started defeating Itachi in spars regularly. She was stronger than ever.

So why did she feel so empty?

Her gaze shifted to the open book on her desk.

The title gleamed under the soft lantern light.

Yuri Paradise – Volume 3 The Path Of Passion

Mikoto groaned and pressed a hand over her face.

"Why am I reading this?" she muttered.

She knew the answer.

It was Raven's fault.

Ever since Raven had entered her life, constantly teasing her about how she deserved better, Mikoto had started… questioning things.

She had glimpses of the future—glimpses of different paths her life could take.

And every single future where she stayed with Fugaku was a miserable disappointment.

Her grip on the teacup tightened slightly.

Her Sharingan pulsed again, and another brief image flashed before her eyes.

She saw herself… smiling. Laughing. But not with Fugaku.

With… a woman.

Mikoto slammed the book shut.

"Nope."

Her Sharingan twitched aggressively.

"…Okay, maybe."

She sighed, rubbing her temples. "Damn it, Raven… what are you doing to me?"

She already knew the answer.

Mikoto took a slow sip of her tea.

She had never felt powerful beside Fugaku.

She had never felt alive beside him.

But when she fought? When she trained? When she imagined a future where she was free?

Her heart raced in excitement.

And that was the most dangerous realization of all.

Later that night, Mikoto sat across from Fugaku, their dinner table quiet as usual.

Her husband barely acknowledged her, focused entirely on his endless talks about clan affairs and how great he was.

Mikoto stared blankly, her tea cup in hand, as Fugaku droned on and on about something she stopped caring about minutes ago.

She tried to imagine a future where she cared about this conversation.

Her Sharingan activated against her will.

The vision that followed was so depressing that she nearly gagged.

"Are you even listening, Mikoto?" Fugaku asked, narrowing his eyes.

Mikoto smiled sweetly. "No."

Fugaku blinked, caught off guard. "W-What?"

Mikoto stood up, stretching slightly. "I'm going to train."

Fugaku frowned. "This late?"

"Yes," she said simply. "I'd rather fight something that actually challenges me."

She walked away, leaving Fugaku completely confused.

Mikoto's mind was clear.

She had been denying it for too long.

She was getting stronger.

And soon, she would leave Fugaku behind.

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