Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha is not motivated.

"Welcome to visit again next time!"

Outside the bathhouse, the madam and her duo of massage therapists waved and smiled at Senju Hisa. One of the therapists even stepped forward and slipped a membership card into her hand, accompanied by a flying kiss.
This is a VIP membership certificate that Senju Hisako obtained in a daze. She didn't spend much; it was only half of the apprenticeship fee.

"This"

Senju Hisana, clutching the business card in her hand, noticed the strange looks from the passersby. Caught between a dilemma—whether to throw it away or keep it—a rare look of embarrassment crossed her usually aloof face.
"Keep it; you got it with your own money."

Fortunately, Uchiha Gin stepped in to help her out, slipping the scented membership card into Senju Hisami's pocket and patting her back pocket to indicate it was properly stored.
What are you touching?

Feeling a strange, large hand slapping her buttocks, Senju Hisa's pretty face flushed red. She slapped away Uchiha Gin's mischievous hand, clutched her buttocks, and took several steps back to create a safe distance between them.
"Dude, you don't think I'm going to do anything to you, do you?"

Uchiha Gin glanced at Senju Hisama, whose face was filled with shame and indignation, and shook his hand dismissively.

"If it weren't for the fact that you just took a shower, I would have thought you were dirty!"

"Dirty lemon!"

"You've broken down, bro."

"Don't expect me to invite you here again next time!"

"Not a buddy."

The two, now some distance apart, continued bickering as they left the brightly lit West Street.

"Curly, you'd better look into what I just said when you get back, and know when to sacrifice a pawn to save the king."

As they parted, Senju Hisama gazed intently at the nonchalant Uchiha Gin, and solemnly warned him,

"I'll keep an eye on it."

Uchiha Gin understood Senju Hisama's meaning and nodded slightly. If the massacre of civilians was indeed carried out by Uchiha clan members, she hoped that the matter could be resolved internally and that the individual actions of certain extreme groups would not be generalized to the clan or even the entire Konoha.

Watching Senju Hisana vanish in a streak of blue light before his eyes, Uchiha Gin scratched his head, a thoughtful expression creeping onto his languid face.

First, assuming the intelligence is true, he dares to guarantee that the Uchiha clan of Konoha, under the leadership of the pig farmer Setsuna, absolutely lacks the vision and courage to stir up a war.

They can't even manage their own little village, and they're just stuck fighting like weaklings with the Ninja Alliance all day long. Where would the Uchiha find the energy to cause trouble outside?

Therefore, the real culprit wanted to use this method to frame someone and drag the Uchiha clan, and even Konoha, into the vortex of war.

However, before that, Uchiha Gin wanted to confirm whether this matter had anything to do with the Uchiha.

Turning into a secluded alley, and confirming that no one was around, Uchiha Gin narrowed his eyes and began to sense the Flying Thunder God seal he had left on his uncle, forming a hand seal with one hand.

As one red dot after another lit up on the sensory radar, Uchiha Gin, after considerable effort, finally located the coordinates representing his uncle among the dense array of markings.
"The Land of Hot Springs?"

After locking onto the coordinates, Uchiha Gin raised an eyebrow. It seemed that his uncle was already living the retirement life he had always dreamed of.

"blow!"

A flash of golden light, and Uchiha Gin's figure appeared in a "familiar" place in the blink of an eye.

"Uh, why are you back again?"

Looking around at the ambiguous neon signs, completely bewildered, he realized that the place he landed on was nine-nine percent similar to the West Street he had just left.

You naughty Flying Thunder God, where did you bring this to me? I was thinking my Flying Thunder God mark wasn't a colorful shield, was it?
"Phew, no mistake."

Just as Uchiha Gin thought he had misjudged the coordinates with the Flying Thunder God Technique, the faint smell of sulfur lingering around his nose immediately confirmed that he was in the Land of Hot Springs, a thousand miles away from Konoha. The Land of Hot Springs symbol on the nearby signs also confirmed this.
As he thoughtfully observed the alluring and beautiful madams in front of each shop, a mocking smile crept onto Uchiha Gin's face.

It seems that after years of loneliness and strict adherence to celibacy, my uncle has finally learned what the ultimate pleasure for a man truly is.

"It should be this one!"

Following his uncle's scent, Uchiha Gin quickly located a bathhouse. Looking at the establishment, whose standards and decor were clearly far superior to its competitors, and the elegant and sophisticated madam at the entrance, he couldn't help but marvel at how well his uncle, at his age, still ate.
"This guest looks unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?"

The madam quickly spotted Uchiha Gin standing in front of the door. Her lightly made-up face immediately broke into a professional smile, and she warmly approached him to inquire.

"I'm looking for someone."

"Sorry, you need to make an appointment in advance to enter the store if you are not a member."

Upon hearing that Uchiha Gin was looking for someone, the madam's smile faltered. Although this customer was exceptionally handsome and had a great physique, it would be a waste if he didn't spend any money.
Of course, if you can satisfy her, it's not impossible to get something for free.

"Member? Is it okay to just give your name?"

As if sensing the predatory glint in the madam's beautiful eyes, Uchiha Gin instinctively shrank back, and said thoughtfully,

"of course can."

The madam smiled and nodded. Those who could become members at her shop were either wealthy or influential; ordinary scammers wouldn't dare impersonate them. Besides, if someone did dare to impersonate a member, they would contact the rightful owner immediately to verify.

"let me see"

Uchiha Gin stroked his chin. Knowing his uncle's personality, he most likely wouldn't use an alias.
"Tajima?"

Upon hearing this name, the madam's pupils contracted slightly, and the hand gripping Uchiha Gin's arm tightened instinctively.

"Are you a friend of Lord Tajima?"

"No, I am his nephew."

"Then why are you all straight?"

The madam stared in surprise at Uchiha Gin, who claimed to be Tajima-sama's nephew, her gaze lingering on his fluffy curly hair for a long time.
"I take after my father."

"I see. I was negligent. Please come in, sir."

Unsure whether Uchiha Gin's identity was real or not, the madam decided to let him in first.

The moment Uchiha Gin stepped into the store, the madam's smile vanished, and she gestured to the waiter beside her.

"Go and inform Lord Tajima."

"Yes!"

"Hmph! He's probably just another imposter. If he were Tajima-sama's nephew, how could he not know who the owner of this shop is?"

Unaware that he was being mistaken for an imposter's nephew, Uchiha Gin was taking in the shop's luxurious decor with great interest.
"Tsk tsk tsk~ Uncle really knows how to enjoy life!"

But all of that is secondary; the key to his amazement was the high-quality technicians who happened to be passing by.
Unbelievable! My uncle actually discovered such a treasure trove of a bathhouse!
He'll get a card too after we're done.
Do not!
Uchiha Gin shook his head, his smile only widening.

Why waste money? Just use your uncle's membership to make purchases.
Meanwhile, the waiter carrying the orders arrived first at the door of a luxurious VIP room, but before he could knock, he was stopped by a guard hiding in the shadows.

"Lord Tajima is resting; no one may disturb him."

The guard wearing a sinister ghost mask warned in a cold voice.
"Well, just now someone outside was impersonating Tajima-sama's relative. The madam is afraid he's a fraud, so she specifically ordered me to come and report this."

"A relative of Lord Tajima?"

The guard frowned upon hearing this. He was a true Uchiha clansman, but he had only recently returned to the Land of Waves. As a newcomer, he had never heard of Lord Tajima having any relatives. "Take me to see him."

If that's the case, then the other party is most likely a scammer trying to get something for free by using Tajima-sama's name.
Hmph! I, the Eighth Hokage of Uchiha, will not allow anyone to tarnish Lord Tajima's reputation!
No, if your master Tajima hangs out in places like this, how can he have a reputation?

Meanwhile, since no one was there to guide him, Uchiha Gin had to find his uncle on his own, and incidentally admire the passing technicians.
That's right, it was just a coincidence, not at all deliberate.

Wow~ Number 66 is nice, those white legs are really good!

Wait a minute, is that number 78 carrying two grenades on his chest?
"Sir, are you lost? Would you like me to take you to a fun place?"

Perhaps it was because Uchiha Gin was good-looking that a passing technician was attracted to him. Thinking that he had nothing better to do, he decided to practice his skills and immediately grabbed his hand and led him into a private room.

"Oh dear! Oh dear! Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Feeling the amazing softness on his arm, Uchiha Gin reluctantly made his way into the private room.

As soon as he peeked into the dark private room, the bodyguard who had come with the waiter appeared around the corner.

"My lord, it's him!"

"Hmph! Prepare for judgment!"

Seeing the swindler with only his lower body exposed, the guard flashed forward, his palm transforming into a blade, ready to teach this fraudulent fellow an unforgettable lesson.

"Uh?"

While struggling with the technician, Uchiha Gin suddenly felt a wave of malice wash over him, and a familiar notification sound echoed in his mind.
"Host detected to be in combat; Heart Steel Chest begins to accumulate."

Immortal jump?
These three words were the first thing that popped into Uchiha Gin's mind.
Oh, so you're a shady business!

The guard's fierce attack was imminent, but his hands were engaged in a ball-handling match with the technician, leaving him unable to break free. He could only stomp one foot, instantly launching his lower body into the air.

"what?"

The guard, confident of his successful attack missing its mark, stared in astonishment at his flying lower body, frozen in place for a moment.
"Aha!"

Uchiha Gin gave him no chance to react, sweeping his legs horizontally through the air and delivering a precise kick to the stunned attacker's chest.
"Pfft!"

The guard felt a violent force enter his body, and he was sent flying uncontrollably, crashing heavily into the wall at the end of the corridor.

"Ah! Sarilang! Sarilang!"

The commotion immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding technicians. Seeing the guards embedded in the wall, screams of terror rose and fell.
"I'll order you again next time."

Reluctantly pulling his hands from the pale-faced technician's arms, Uchiha Gin glanced at the number tag on the technician's waist, and nodded with a smile.

"Thank you."

"Ok?"

Just then, Uchiha Gin, who was wondering why there was no system settlement notification yet, suddenly sensed a familiar power fluctuation, and his expression froze.
The aura of the Sharingan?

In the corridor, the guard who had been knocked out by Uchiha Gin's kick had bloodshot eyes and exuded a chilling aura.
After peeling himself off the wall, he glared resentfully at the conman who cautiously peeked out from the private room, as if confirming something.

"Cough cough cough, you despicable liar, only blood can wash away the injustices you've caused me. Pfft!"

However, before he could finish his cheesy and dramatic words, his three-tomoe mask met a pair of familiar, apologetic dead fish eyes. His rollercoaster of emotions triggered a reaction in his chest injury, and a mouthful of blood spurted from the gap in his demon mask.

"Host has won, gaining 1 Chi Point. [Continue...]"

"Sorry, Prisoner, it was just an unconscious reflex."

Uchiha Gin knelt before the panting guard, sincerely apologizing as he placed his large, glowing green hand on the guard's injured chest.
With the influx of a rich life force, the injury, which would have required three months of rest, was instantly healed.
"Silver-skinned Silver, what are you doing here?"

Feeling a sudden lightness wash over him, the guard wiped the blood from under his mask; the surprise in his voice seemed genuine.

"Uh?"

Upon hearing the familiar nickname, Uchiha Gin's eyes narrowed.
"Are you new here?"

"I just returned to my family home last month."

"No wonder, are you in charge of my uncle's security?"

Upon hearing this, the guard immediately straightened up, removed his demon mask, revealing a face that appeared mature beyond his years.
"Hachimo Uchiha greets Lord Gin."

It was only at this moment that the Eighth Hokage of Uchiha suddenly remembered that the Uchiha Gin standing before him was an old man who had lived through the Warring States period, and also the great-nephew of his superior.

He was usually misled by the young appearance of the man and forgot his real age.

"So it's the Eighth Generation. Are you getting used to life in the Land of Waves?"

"Thank you for your concern, Lord Yin. I am doing very well. Senior Erlang and the others have taken great care of me."

Yashiro nodded excitedly, showing that his sense of belonging to the Land of Waves was far greater than that to Konoha. After all, one was his own home, while the other was a dependent.

"Quickly! Seize that swindler! Strip him naked, tie his hands and feet behind his back, and lock him in my room!"

Just as the two were talking, Madam Sang Shanshan arrived late with a large group of thugs. Seeing Uchiha Gin's slightly dirty clothes, her eyes lit up.
It's good that he's not dead!

"How dare you! This is Lord Tajima's nephew!"

"what?"

The madam's silly smile froze on her face instantly.

No, young master, what are you doing? Do you still go on incognito visits these days?

"Yashiro, be polite. This is their shop after all."

"Lord Yin, you may not know this, but this bathhouse is owned by the Land of Waves."

After a moment of silence, Uchiha Gin looked up at the broken wall of the corridor, his expression businesslike.

"The repair cost for this wall will be deducted from your salary."

"."

After entrusting the task of assessing the damage to the respectful madam, Uchiha Gin followed the Eighth Generation to the top floor of the bathhouse, which was also his uncle's private lounge.

"By the way, Yashiro, I have a personal question I'd like to ask you."

On the way, Uchiha Gin watched the other person's retreating figure and suddenly remembered the illegitimate child scandal that had been trending in the clan recently. He hadn't followed up on the case for a long time, but now that the person involved was right in front of him, he couldn't help but enjoy the gossip.
"Please speak, Lord Yin."

"Your child who was left behind."

Before he could finish his question, Yashiro jumped up on the spot as if he had been startled, his mature-beyond-his-years face filled with shame and indignation. He had even secretly returned to the village specifically to investigate who was tarnishing his reputation.

"Slander! Utter slander! I, the Eighth Hokage, am still a pure-hearted male ninja. That kid named Obito has absolutely nothing to do with me!" (End of Chapter)