As the Master of Death, Harry held an affinity for powers far beyond most mortal understanding, including the power of destruction. Over the years, he had delved deep into every type of magic he could uncover—Dark, Light, and everything in between—pushing his boundaries and refining his mastery. Each spell, each ritual, each arcane secret served to make him stronger, wiser, and more attuned to the mysteries of life and death.
When Harry learned of Hashirama Senju and the legendary Wood Release, it sparked a new fascination within him. The power to bring life from the very earth, to shape nature and create enduring structures, resonated with the mage in him. While many shinobi sought the Wood Release for its raw strength in battle, Harry saw it differently: it was creation at its purest. The ability to build something that would stand the test of time—a forest, a sanctuary, a living monument—was a concept that spoke to the core of his own aspirations as a wizard.
Driven by this vision, he began a new line of experiments. With his mastery over magical and alchemical arts, he sought out the DNA of the First Hokage, Hashirama himself. This was no easy feat, even with Harry’s vast resources and knowledge. But after a great deal of effort and a few carefully crafted deals with certain informants, he obtained a sample. Armed with this DNA and the capabilities of his magically enhanced boratory within his enchanted trunk, Harry set to work.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as he worked, meticulously studying the properties of the Wood Release and Hashirama's genetic structure. He combined alchemy with spellwork, devising complex potions and infusing them with raw chakra he had siphoned from shinobi with Wood Release affinities. Each experiment brought him closer to understanding the delicate bance that allowed Hashirama to control life itself. He painstakingly refined the DNA, blending it with his own magical essence to stabilize and amplify its effects, testing and recalibrating his approach.
Slowly but surely, Harry felt the Wood Release beginning to take hold within him. It was unlike any magic he had ever wielded before—its flow was alive, a vibrant, pulsing energy that thrummed through his veins. The sense of connectedness, the raw life force, was exhirating. Now, not only could he destroy as the Master of Death, but he could also create, breathe life into his surroundings, and mold nature itself. The experiments had borne fruit, and now he stood as a true master of both life and death, a fusion of mage and shinobi.
Harnessing the Resurrection Stone, Harry summoned the soul of Hashirama Senju, bridging the gap between life and death once more. Hashirama's spirit appeared before him, as vibrant and commanding in death as he had been in life. The legendary shinobi greeted Harry with a mix of curiosity and respect, intrigued by the wizard who had defied death and was wielding his very own Wood Release.
Through hours of intense conversation and demonstration, Hashirama shared insights into the Wood Release, revealing techniques, control methods, and hidden techniques he had invented during his time as the First Hokage. Harry, keen and observant, absorbed every detail. Hashirama’s jutsu—Deep Forest Emergence, Wood Dragon Technique, and even the fearsome Sage Art: Wood Release True Several Thousand Hands—became part of Harry's repertoire. For the first time, he truly understood the nuances and nature of Wood Release, not just as a power but as an extension of himself, tied to both the earth and the chakra that flowed within him.
After Hashirama's spirit departed, Harry wasted no time in putting his newfound knowledge to the test. Inside his enchanted trunk, he conjured vast forests from nothing, practiced shaping wood into fierce dragons, and maniputed trees with the slightest gestures. He called upon the powers of creation and destruction alike, merging his magical knowledge with these powerful jutsu. The energy felt boundless, and he knew he was evolving, pushing past limits he had never dreamed possible.
Thanks to the time enchantment within his trunk, every ten hours he spent training only amounted to one hour in the world outside. Harry could train for days without anyone being the wiser, maximizing every moment to hone his skills. With this mastery over space and time within his trunk, he pushed himself to his absolute limits, refining the techniques he had learned from Hashirama and building upon his already formidable magical arsenal.
Harry enjoyed his time in the Fire Capital, basking in its warm climate and the luxurious life he could afford. Yet, even in this rexed state, he was always pnning, always considering his next steps. The allure of Kirigakure—known for its powerful bloodlines and formidable shinobi—was calling to him. There, in the Land of Water, y a treasure trove of abilities waiting to be cimed. If he could acquire the DNA of several unique bloodlines, he’d possess unparalleled mastery, a true force beyond any that the ninja world had seen.
Harry set his sights on seven bloodlines—seven, the strongest magical number, a symbol of completeness and power. He already wielded the power of the Sharingan, a gift of ocur prowess and perception that he’d managed to obtain through careful study and experimentation. Additionally, the Wood Release from Hashirama Senju’s lineage had become an invaluable asset, one that allowed him to manipute nature in ways no ordinary shinobi could.
But he wanted more. Dark Release, with its power to absorb and release chakra from others, intrigued him. Crystal Release would give him the ability to form crystalline structures, perfect for both defense and attack. Electro Magnetic Release, a rare combination of lightning and earth, would add an electrifying dimension to his arsenal. Lava Release and Storm Release would allow him to wield devastating elemental forces, each deadly in their own right.
It wouldn’t be easy to integrate so many bloodlines. Such a feat would test the limits of the human body and chakra pathways. However, Harry was no ordinary human. With his knowledge of genetic manipution, extensive b setup, and unmatched magical prowess, he felt confident he could achieve this. It was a delicate process, certainly, but he believed in the unique strength that came from combining magic and chakra. He knew that such an endeavor would require patience, precision, and resilience, but he was prepared to invest the necessary time.
Harry’s mansion in the Fire Capital had become famous, almost a legend of its own. Every night, it was alive with music, ughter, and the finest food and drinks. It was a haven for anyone seeking luxury and entertainment, and Harry himself was at the heart of it all—a magnetic figure, known for his charm, generosity, and notorious reputation as a pyboy. Women often flocked to him, drawn not only by his allure but also by the gold he paid without hesitation.
One evening, as the festivities continued in full swing, a woman named Hitomi Nagashi approached him. She was beautiful and poised, carrying herself with an air of mystery, but there was something else—a subtle intent hidden behind her graceful exterior. Her eyes locked onto his, and in that moment, he recognized the distinctive red gleam of the Sharingan.
Hitomi’s Sharingan swirled as she attempted to influence his thoughts, gently suggesting he should hire her as part of the mansion’s staff. A lesser man would have been immediately swayed, but Harry felt the faint tug on his mind as if it were a mere brush of wind. He allowed her influence to pass over him without resistance, keeping his expression neutral. Instead of reacting, he pyed along, nodding and agreeing to take her on as staff.
However, his compliance wasn’t due to her attempt at manipution; it was curiosity that led him to accept. Who was she, and why had she come to him, using the Uchiha’s infamous technique no less? As the night continued, he observed her, watching as she blended in among the mansion’s staff, but never losing sight of her true intentions.
Harry’s mind worked quickly, and as he assessed her from a distance, he wondered who had sent her—or if she was working on her own accord. The Sharingan wasn’t just any technique; it was an invaluable power, and seeing another wielder so casually enter his domain intrigued him. Perhaps she was here to test him, or maybe she was on a mission of her own. Either way, he was more than willing to py the game, at least for a while.
Harry’s curiosity quickly got the better of him, and it took only a moment of mental probing to uncover Hitomi's true identity. Behind the guise and assumed name was none other than Mikoto Uchiha, a highly skilled Jonin from Konoha, sent to keep a close eye on him. The fact that the vilge had dispatched a shinobi of her caliber only piqued his interest further. Rather than confront her or expose her mission, Harry decided to py along, acting as though he were blissfully unaware of her true purpose.
In the days that followed, Harry maintained his usual lifestyle—one of vish parties, excess, and his ongoing pursuit of rare bloodlines and powers. All the while, he kept a close eye on Mikoto, admiring her dedication to her mission and her seamless ability to blend in among his staff. She was beautiful, there was no denying that, and Harry found himself drawn to her strength and confidence as much as to her physical allure.
Every encounter with her sparked his interest even more. He watched how she moved, her poised composure, and the flickers of intense focus she tried to mask. Despite knowing her intentions, Harry felt an undeniable attraction, both to her power and to her beauty. She was unlike the women who usually flocked to him, and he wanted her—both to unravel the yers of her stoic, determined persona and to see how far she could be drawn into his world.
Deciding to up the stakes, Harry began subtly inviting her into his circle, treating her to the finer side of his life in the Fire Capital. He took her to exclusive dinners, invited her to accompany him on outings, and spoke to her with an intimacy he knew would eventually disarm her. His every move was calcuted to draw her in, to make her believe that she was getting closer to his inner circle while allowing him to see just how far Mikoto Uchiha would go to complete her mission.
Harry made no effort to hide his indulgent lifestyle from Mikoto, ensuring she witnessed the full extent of his uninhibited nature. He had her attend to seemingly trivial tasks, like sweeping the floors or serving food, while he entertained multiple women in the grand halls and vish rooms of his mansion. His interactions were bold and unapologetic, a dispy that left little to the imagination. He made sure that Mikoto could see and understand that he was not the type of man to settle for a single partner, that his appetites and ambitions were as vast as they were relentless.
At first, Mikoto kept her composure, maintaining the calm professionalism expected of a shinobi. Yet, as the days passed, Harry noticed her attention lingering, the slight falter in her gaze, and the occasional slip in her usual collected demeanor. She was intrigued, perhaps even drawn to him, though she would never admit it. He could sense her growing interest, her curiosity about this mysterious man whose abilities and confidence seemed unmatched by anyone she had ever encountered.
Knowing he was close to breaking through her barriers, Harry turned up the charm. He engaged her in conversation more often, letting glimpses of his deeper, more complex self show—just enough to keep her intrigued. He spoke of his power, his knowledge of magic and chakra, and his fascination with the strength of the Uchiha cn. Mikoto listened, caught between her duty and the undeniable allure of this enigmatic figure.
It was only a matter of time, he thought. In just a few more days, he would have her. She was strong, disciplined, and proud, yet he could sense the temptation pulling at her resolve. And Harry was more than ready to cim her, knowing that once he did, it would bring her further into his world—and possibly sway her allegiance entirely.
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