The next week flew by almost unnoticed, and by day 182, all of Aya's sons except the youngest, the Twelfth, had finally awakened their Sharingan. The Eighth was the hardest for Kenshin. After the first session, only regular tears flowed from his eyes, but no Sharingan.
Kenshin was noticeably upset, thinking that the Eighth had failed at birth and the Uchiha clan genes hadn't awakened even with "system" enhancement. But after Aya's pleas—for whom she felt boundless pity for her despondent son—Kenshin gave in, and the whole next day he, Ichiro, and the Eighth tried to figure out the problem.
It turned out to be simple and complex at once. The Eighth did have a Sharingan, but it wasn't activated. Kenshin discovered this at the end of the day, when everyone had despaired and decided the Eighth was born without Sharingan talent. It all came down to chance. It suddenly occurred to Kenshin to transmit to the Eighth information on what Ichiro felt and did when "activating" his Sharingan, and it worked.
After a few attempts, the Eighth finally activated his Sharingan and couldn't hold back a shout of delight. He immediately hugged his father and brother, then ran to tell his mother about his success.
Also, over this time, Kenshin harvested a record amount of blue sage, assigning several sons to it and spending a whole day. But now there were enough reserves for thirty people to drink blue sage tea for at least half a year.
After all of Aya's sons awakened their Sharingan, Kenshin lamented the inconvenience of tracking this ability in the "status," and in the same second, the system, hearing the user's wish, restructured slightly and began displaying the sons' key features.
Kenshin was greatly surprised and hadn't even suspected the "system" could change status display so suddenly, but decided not to dwell on it and headed to his eldest son, finding him in his usual spot—the gym—and checked his "status."
Name: Nakayama Ichiro
Age: 20 years
Talent Level: 16
Chakra Quality: 3
Chakra Amount: 3640
Chakra Control: 55%
Space Authority Lv 2
Sharingan Lv 2
Seeing his son's stats, Kenshin couldn't hold back his surprise at the sight of another ability.
"Space Authority? Is this the official name, or did the system give it based on how I'd conveniently call this ability?" he thought, then admired Ichiro's increased chakra control and higher chakra amount.
"Ichiro, your stats have risen again. Keep training hard without stopping, and you'll definitely become a strong shinobi!" declared Kenshin. This tactic, which he called "Sarutobi Hiruzen's Art of Motivation," was remarkably effective. The sons saw him almost as a god and took every word of his with utmost seriousness.
"Yes, Father! I feel my chakra quality will rise again soon, and then I'll become even stronger and finally be able to protect you and Mother from all threats!" Ichiro stated proudly.
Kenshin happily patted his son on the shoulder and mentally called the Third and Fourth, wanting to check their progress and examine changes in their "status."
As soon as the two brothers entered Kenshin's view, he instantly focused on their stats.
Name: Third
Age: 20 years
Talent Level: 21
Chakra Quality: 3
Chakra Amount: 3780
Chakra control: 51%
Name: Fourth
Age: 20 years
Talent Level: 19
Chakra Quality: 2
Chakra Amount: 3610
Chakra control: 49%
Sharingan Lvl 1
"Wow, Third, you managed to improve your chakra quality, and you kept quiet?" Kenshin asked in surprise. This day had brought him only good news so far, so he was in an excellent mood.
"Yes, Father. I wanted to wait until Fourth improved his own chakra quality too, so he wouldn't feel any pressure. But after he awakened the Sharingan—it's no longer needed. I was going to tell you any day now, sorry." Third said, feeling a slight pang of guilt for not sharing such important news with his father.
"No problem. You acted wisely, for the good of our entire family. Good job, Third." Kenshin said, and patted his son on the shoulder.
"Fourth, you're great too. Chakra control almost at fifty percent, plus the Sharingan. You're not a bit worse than your older brother. Train diligently, and you'll definitely become a pillar of our family's defense!"
"Yes, Father!" Fourth replied proudly, feeling incredible relief that his father wasn't upset with him over the weak results.
Then Kenshin turned and headed for the exit, opening the door with telekinesis and closing it behind him. He tried to do all everyday actions with telekinesis to develop the ability and make it as useful as possible.
He knew that in the long term, telekinesis could stop thrown shuriken and kunai, levitate, and even attack. He wanted to maximize his chances of survival in the coming events, so he trained relentlessly.
This was the first day in a long time that Kenshin wasn't tired. And the first when he felt uncontrollable lust. He hadn't felt a woman's touch for a long time, and now all the pent-up frustration wanted to burst out.
He unceremoniously began searching the apartment for girls until he found Natsumi in the kitchen. She stood at the sink in a light sundress with flowers, humming a melody under her breath.
Kenshin closed the door behind him and activated the soundproofing formation, then approached her from behind and hugged her, pressing his whole body against hers.
"Ah! Kenshin, you scared me..." Natsumi cried out, and immediately purred from the tender kiss on her neck.
Kenshin shamelessly placed both hands on her impressive third-size breasts and gently squeezed, drawing an aroused moan from her tender mouth. He began kissing her neck and squeezing her breasts, rolling her tender nipples between his fingers.
His cock achieved stone hardness in seconds and pressed against the firm ass of the young woman. Natsumi immediately understood where this was going and moaned:
"Uuuuf, god, Kenshin, let's do it in the bedroom... What if someone comes in?" Natsumi said, while moving her ass back against the pressing cock. She needed it no less than Kenshin, so despite her words, her body moved on its own, begging for caresses.
"No one will come in, I locked the door." He said, and lowered his hands, hooking the edges of her sundress and pulling it up over her head.