It's been a while...
Seijuro was currently writing something in his book.
"Honey, are you sure you can do it?" Mikoto asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
"Don't fret about me, I'll be just fine," he said softly, looking at his wife.
"You've worked hard these past few years—you deserve a break," he added with a gentle smile. Mikoto still looked unsure.
"Come on, he said it's fine," Kushina chimed in, grinning brightly. She'd developed very well over the years—honestly, she didn't even look like a woman who'd just given birth not too long ago.
Usually, the body needed time to readjust... but her ass was perfectly fine. As if her first child wasn't the most rowdy, impossible little menace to babysit.
Try babysitting a baby who can make illusions a reality.
"Have fun, you two," Seijuro said softly to his wives.
Mikoto gave a small nod before being dragged away by Kushina.
"Take care of Mito for me!" Kushina called out, blowing him a kiss.
He smiled.
Well... this was going to be his hardest battle yet.
As Kushina and Mikoto left for their long-overdue "girls' day out"—basically a restaurant and then a spa—he wasn't worried in the slightest.
One: he trusted them.
Two: he didn't mind taking care of his kids.
"Father..." a soft voice came from behind him. Turning around, he saw his firstborn son.
"What is it, son?" Seijuro asked calmly.
"Mito is..." The boy didn't even get to finish before Seijuro sighed, already activating his Byakugan.
And there she was.
Mito.
Swinging around the room using her adamantine chains like she was Spider-Man or some shit.
"Hahahaha! I'm the best!"
For fuck's sake—what kind of four-year-old could do this?
Seijuro sighed.
With a wave of his hand, he teleported his daughter straight to him.
"Nooo! I was doing just fine!" Mito complained, her fiery red hair flaring up as if she was transforming into a mini monster.
"Daddy, let me go!"
She roared—actual chakra bursting from her body, her hair flying wildly, adamantine chains rising like serpents ready to strike.
"I'll make you dango," Seijuro said simply.
Instantly, she calmed down and turned back into a cute little girl.
"Best daddy ever!"
Truly... Mito was a very wild girl.
"Mito, did you put superglue in the hair gel again?" Seijuro asked softly.
"You snitch!" Mito's hair flared again as she glared at her older brother—who immediately hid behind Seijuro for dear life.
He may have been older, but Mito was terrifying—and broken beyond reason.
Her chains weren't just tough; the moment they made contact with skin, they shut down chakra entirely. It was basically anti-magic. And the fact that she inherited her father's kekkei genkai on top of that—well, yeah, she was a walking nightmare.
(To be fair, Seijuro had every kekkei genkai known to man, but for this case, they were referring to the Kurama clan's one in particular.)
Long story short: Mito basically had toonforce.
"Mito, put the missile launcher down," Seijuro sighed.
Mito looked annoyed but the missile launcher vanished from her hand.
"But Dad, he snitched! He deserved it!" she pouted adorably.
"Threatening your brother with a missile launcher that has a switch and a silencer is not the way."
Seriously—who the hell was teaching her these things? You don't just randomly invent a missile launcher with a switch.
Maybe he needed to limit her interaction with other people, because this was just not normal.
He sighed again.
Maybe in the future... but for now—
"But he snitched!"
"If you weren't doing something you weren't supposed to, you wouldn't be in trouble," Seijuro said flatly.
Mito frowned. She knew her brother wasn't innocent, but fine.
Did he want to see what a grenade launcher with a switch looked like? Because she could show him if he didn't shut his bitch ass up.
Seijuro sighed again.
For all the things he'd gone through in life... this was hard.
For one, he couldn't hurt his daughter. More like, he didn't want to.
Second, his children were more Ōtsutsuki than human.
He had expected maybe 75% Ōtsutsuki.
They were 175%.
Why, you ask?
Well... apparently, Seijuro's DNA was now sitting at 200% Ōtsutsuki.
When he fused with himself, he thought it'd be a perfect 50/50 split.
Nope.
Shit got complicated, and now the ratio was more like 100/100.
So even if his kids had kids, those would still be 125% Ōtsutsuki. It'd take three generations before they'd even be remotely human again.
And even longer before they were more human than Ōtsutsuki.
...Fuck.
He should've known something was off when Mito popped out of Kushina's womb with the Tenseigan already activated.
And his son? He was born with a three-tomoe Sharingan.
Like, damn.
What kind of monsters had he spawned?
Oh, and just for the record, both Mikoto and Kushina were around 25% Ōtsutsuki themselves.
Well... last he checked, anyway. That was around the time Itachi was born.
For all he knew, that percentage might've increased—
Meaning any future kid he had would come out even more busted.
Well, time to babysit.
A/N....There should be a few year before Naruto is born, this timeskip is taking place roughly a year or two before Sasuke birth.
Let me see, the second shinobi war ended hella early, the third shinobi war never started, Itachi{sora} was born earlier, like 2 ish year earlier, so he would be like 5 or 6 when Sasuke is born.
Chapter come down after I write them, so if I get writer block there is no stock up chapters