Naruto -The Under Cover Way Of Life

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The drizzle continued to fall, pattering against the awning outside the window, creating a rhythmic dripping sound. Inside a warm and dry room, on a wide bed, Shun covered his forehead, struggling to keep his heavy eyelids open.

As he blinked, an unfamiliar ceiling came into view. The air carried a scent both familiar and strange. His left hand felt odd—one side seemed like a mountainous landscape, while the other was as flat as a plain. Confused, he frowned, feeling the unfamiliar sensation, his mind swirling with questions.

Something was off.

He distinctly remembered finishing his last lesson with the children, returning to the office with Kaito Fujiwara, and then…? How did he end up here? And when had he fallen asleep?

Could it be a prank by Kaito? Or worse—had he been kidnapped by enemy ninja?

As a well-read ninja with extensive theoretical knowledge, Shun refrained from making any rash movements. Instead, he slowly narrowed his eyes, listening intently, gathering information before acting.

This was a good habit. If he had truly been captured, feigning unconsciousness might give him an advantage, as captors often lowered their guard around someone they believed to be out cold.

Adjusting his breathing, he assessed his body.

No restraints. The enemy had underestimated him! They hadn't even taken a special Jōnin like him seriously.

He focused on his hearing.

Two distinct breathing patterns, soft and steady, one on either side of him. They were asleep. These so-called kidnappers were amateurs.

But then, a sudden realization made his heart skip a beat.

No! The enemy wasn't careless. Why was his body so weak? His legs—why did they feel powerless? And his chakra—it was alarmingly depleted.

Damn it! They must have drugged him! Cunning bastards!

Shun gritted his teeth, mentally cursing his captors' ancestors. He had to escape before they realized he was awake.

Without hesitation, he tensed his core, planning to slip away from the two figures beside him and create distance before unleashing a decisive ninjutsu attack. After all, close combat wasn't his forte.

However, the difference between expectation and reality was stark.

He had planned a graceful somersault followed by a swift Body Flicker Technique. Instead, he barely managed to sit up, groaning as he clutched his aching waist—only to overbalance and fall face-first onto the bed.

"Damn! Take this—Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"

Four rapid hand seals. Chakra surged to his mouth, ready to unleash destruction.

And that's when he saw them.

Two naked women.

Oh my god!

Miss Miya and Miss Yukiko!

A flood of memories surged into his mind, but there was no time to process them. He panicked and reflexively expelled the jutsu—upward.

A fierce gust of wind blasted through the room, turning it into a chaotic storm of flying sheets and scattered undergarments.

The deafening noise startled the two sleeping women.

And then he realized—he was naked too.

The wind settled, and an awkward silence hung in the air as Shun, Miya, and Yukiko stared at each other.

His face turned scarlet. Covering himself hastily, he scratched his head nervously. "Um… Miss Miya, Miss Yukiko, I can explain—"

"Still calling me Miss? Have you forgotten what you said last night?"

Miya, fiery as ever, didn't even bother covering herself as she placed her hands on her hips, her chest heaving in anger.

"What did I say?" Shun asked blankly.

That brief moment was not enough for him to piece together the events of last night.

Miya's expression darkened. "You—! You said you'd marry me!"

Yukiko, blushing furiously, nodded in agreement.

Shun blinked, struggling to recall. He muttered, counting on his fingers. "Last night… Kaito dragged me around the village. Then we ended up at Miya's place. I was embarrassed, drank too much, and then…"

Miya cut in, her voice softening, "Then you hugged me and said you wanted to marry me… and that you'd treat me well."

Shun's face went blank as his fingers stopped mid-count. Then, in a serious tone, he summarized, "And then we… and later, Yukiko, you… and then Miya, you… and we all…?"

The two women's hearts plummeted.

This expression—this seriousness—was the prelude to a man backing out.

Despair crept into their faces. Were they about to be abandoned after giving themselves to him?

But then, Shun suddenly knelt on the floor with a heavy thud.

"Miya! Yukiko! What happened last night—I was wrong!"

Their sorrow deepened. He was going to deny responsibility.

Tears welled in their eyes as their worst fears were confirmed.

Then, in a firm, resolute voice, he continued.

"So, please… marry me!"

The world tilted. From the depths of despair, they were suddenly lifted to paradise.

Joyful tears streamed down their cheeks. "I… w-we do!" they both cried.

Shun lifted his head, his solemn expression replaced by a genuine, contented smile.

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At the Entrance of Rain Shinobi Village

Kaito Fujiwara stood under his raincoat, luggage slung over his shoulder, chatting idly with the gate guard.

"Still here, Kaito? Shouldn't you have left by now?" the guard asked.

Kaito smirked, tilting his chin toward the village. "Waiting for someone."

The guard grinned knowingly. "A woman?"

"Yep," Kaito nodded. "A stunning beauty. Curves in all the right places. Want me to introduce you?"

Hearing the word 'curvy,' the guard swallowed and shook his head quickly. "Nah, you keep her."

"She's my future wife," Kaito continued. "I'll be gone for three years, and I need someone to look after her."

The guard straightened. "Ahem. We're all villagers; of course, I'll help."

"Good man," Kaito grinned. "Just comfort her if she's down, make sure she's safe. When I return, I'll repay you."

Then, spotting a figure in the distance, he pointed excitedly. "Look! Here he comes."

The guard turned eagerly—only to see a disheveled Shun running toward them.

Pale, the guard nearly choked. "That—that's the 'beauty' you meant?!"

Kaito smirked. "What? Not your type?"

Rolling his eyes, the guard stomped off.

Shun arrived, panting, glancing at the guard. "What's with him?"

"Practicing his Byakugan," Kaito replied with a straight face.

Shun frowned. "That's not how bloodline limits work."

"Who knows?" Kaito shrugged, then leaned in. "So, sensei… last night, huh?"

Shun's face lit up with a goofy grin. "Miya was… amazing. Yukiko, too."

Kaito chuckled. "Well, you're married now. No more Ichiban Street for you."

Shun clenched his fist dramatically. "But enlightenment and self-reflection are vital!"

Kaito rolled his eyes. "We'll see about that."

As their banter continued, a serious-faced shinobi approached. It was time for Kaito to leave.

Handing Shun a small brass key, Kaito said, "Keep this for me. When I return in three years, give it back."

Shun nodded solemnly, watching as Kaito disappeared into the rain.

"I'll be here," he whispered. "No matter what."

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