Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

Konoha 13 years

early morning.

I'm going to work.

"Wait! Bring your lunchbox."

Uchiha Gin, who was about to leave for work, stopped in his tracks, scratched his head, turned around and looked at the chibi version of Senju Itama, who was holding a bento box and exuding an increasingly mature, wifely aura. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and took it.

"What dish?"

Upon hearing this question, Senju Itama rolled her eyes. If she wasn't worried that this curly-haired girl wouldn't eat properly at class at noon, she wouldn't have gotten up before dawn to cook. Wouldn't it be better to sleep until she naturally woke up like that stinky woman, Uchiha Hikaru?

Sweet and sour fish.

Satisfied with the answer, Uchiha Gin nodded, then pushed open the door and went out, at the same time hearing the soft, sweet voice of a young girl.

Come home early after get off work.

"Okay~"

After Uchiha Gin left, Senju Itama, wearing a small apron, stretched and yawned, her fair face radiating energy.

"Phew~ Time to get to work!"

After saying that, she turned around and began to tidy up the clothes that had been discarded on the sofa, preparing to wash them. Even the strawberry-scented underwear that emitted an unknown odor was picked up by her without any disgust, and everything was so natural.

"Today is another peaceful day~"

Carrying his lunchbox steadily, Uchiha Gin strode confidently through the streets of Konoha. The once paved dirt roads had long been replaced by brand-new cement roads, adding a touch of modernity to the streets.

Although it was early winter, the shops on both sides of the street had already opened for business, and the office workers were full of energy, ready to dedicate their best years to Konoha.

Not far away, the Konoha City Management Team, dressed in dark blue uniforms, had also started their work early and began patrolling the streets. The young man in charge, Uchiha Gin, was someone I recognized; he was Xiao Tuan Tuan's uncle. Judging from his energetic state, he must really love this job.

"How about we grab a few jailers for a drink tonight and have some fun?"

Uchiha Gin savored this hard-won moment of leisure, and casually pondered who to go out and have some fun with that evening.

"Gintoki! Didn't you take a break today?"

Just then, a voice interrupted Uchiha Gin's thoughts. He turned his head and looked at the blond middle-aged man peeking out from a shop, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

"Rest? There's never a time for rest in this line of work. I'd like to take a break too, but unfortunately, the conditions don't allow it."

Uchiha Gin shook his head upon hearing this, explaining that the number of times one could obtain the Heart of Steel Treasure Chest was refreshed daily and would not accumulate to the next day.

Have you had breakfast?

The blond middle-aged man smiled, pointed to the steaming pancake in his hand, and extended an invitation to the silver-haired Uchiha.

"What kind of sauce did you use?"

"Sweet bean sauce."

"Give me one!"

Having accepted the feeding, Uchiha Gin smiled and said goodbye to the blond middle-aged man. As he was leaving, he seemed to remember something and turned back to ask,

"Are you settling in well since moving here?"

"Konoha is pretty good, but the seafood isn't as cheap as in the Land of Waves."

The blond middle-aged man with a smile in his eyes quickly provided the answer: he had devoted many years to the construction of Konoha, and recently moved his entire family to the Land of Fire, making him a second-generation immigrant.

With the money he had saved from years of working as a plasterer, he bought several shops at an insider price and began living a leisurely life as a landlord.

"That's good, see you later~"

With little time left before work, and not wanting to fail to clock in, Uchiha Gin bid farewell to the blond middle-aged man from the Land of Waves and continued towards his workplace.

"Gintoki~ Good morning!"

"Gintoki, could I have a fresh cucumber?"

"Gintoki, try these freshly steamed buns!"

Along the way, many merchants who were acquainted with Uchiha Gin leaned out and stuffed their products into his arms.

"Oh dear, how could I accept this?"

"Um, I'll skip that!"

Clutching the snacks offered by a kind stranger, Gin Uchiha, deeply moved, refused the thong offered by the lingerie shop owner.

He was afraid they would misunderstand.

"Everyone is getting more and more enthusiastic!"

Uchiha Gin, munching on a cucumber, spoke highly of the residents of Konoha. At the same time, a building exuding a sinister and terrifying aura appeared before him.

Konoha Prison

"Beep! 2920 days have passed since I checked in~"

Accompanied by the pleasant sound of a check-in notification, Uchiha Gin nodded in satisfaction, successfully maintaining his super long check-in record. If only there were another check-in system, what a pity!

"I'm sure I'll be among this year's model workers!"

Is it the distortion of human nature or the decline of morality that has made the usually lazy Uchiha Gin fall in love with work?

"Lord Yin, wasn't today supposed to be a clone?"

The guard at the gate glanced at Uchiha Gin, who was beaming with smugness, and then, spoiling the mood, revealed Gin's usual despicable behavior of enslaving his shadow clones.

"How did you figure that out, kid?"

Uchiha Gin looked at the guard with some surprise. His clone technique was flawless, and even Tobirama Senju, the white-haired man, could not see through it. He did not expect to be defeated by an ordinary gatekeeper today. Could it be that the other party was also a hidden master of Konoha like him?

"Your clone wouldn't carry this."

The guard pointed to the lunchbox in Uchiha Gin's hand.

"You scared me!"

It turned out that the lovingly prepared bento by Senju Itama had exposed his true identity. Uchiha Gin shook his head with some regret and casually stuffed the cucumber he had just obtained into the thoughtful guard's hands.

"I'll treat you to something."

"Thank you."

Speechless, the guard squeezed the cucumber in his hand, then looked up at Uchiha Gin's departing figure, a sense of doubt creeping into his heart.

How come Master Yin hasn't aged yet?

With the advancement of technology, the torches on the walls of prison corridors have long been replaced by light bulbs. However, to match the eerie atmosphere of prisons, the bright lights have been deliberately adjusted to a dim glow.

The prison cells on both sides have also undergone tremendous changes. They are no longer the dilapidated communal beds with thatched roofs everywhere, but clean and tidy single cells, which make many habitual thieves linger.

"Let's get down to business first."

After arriving at his post, Uchiha Gin placed Senju Itama's lovingly prepared bento box in his office, then strolled over to the high-security prison.

"Good morning, Master Yin!"

The jailer on duty saw Uchiha Gin and quickly went up to greet him.

"As usual today, do not come in if you hear any noise."

The guard on duty nodded, and knowing better than to ask any further questions, opened the gate leading to the high-security area.

"Let me think about it."

Walking alone in the cold, dark corridor, with sealing talismans affixed to the cell doors on both sides, emitting a dim glow, Uchiha Gin stroked his chin, pondering who he should find to put on an act today.

"Hey you with the curly hair, stop right there!"

Just as Uchiha Gin was racking his brains, someone so fresh and beautiful delivered themselves to his door.

"Come on, come on~"

Upon hearing the roar, Uchiha Gin's eyes lit up, and he walked over with a smile.

Standing in the cell was a dark-skinned young man with long, light-yellow hair cascading down his back. His expression was arrogant, his arms crossed, and his face, full of flesh, resembled that of a melon vendor selling raw melons. His muscular physique was bulging, and he exuded an aura of brutality.

"Summon your manager!"

These were clearly excellent agricultural tools, a specialty of the Land of Lightning. Uchiha Gin, disregarding his impolite tone, instead looked the prison warden up and down with considerable interest. He was curious; in peacetime, how had this foreigner gotten into prison?

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy before?"

After being stared at by Uchiha Gin with the same scrutinizing gaze one would give a merchandise inspection for a while, the Black Prisoner finally spoke up, somewhat impatiently.

He had only arrived in Konoha yesterday, and had just beaten up a few petty thieves who tried to steal his wallet on the street. As a result, he was subdued by a group of red-eyed people wearing dark blue uniforms and peaked caps, and was imprisoned in a daze.

"You look unfamiliar from the bottom of the cell, are you new here?"

"Stop arguing! Get your manager here right now, I want to get out!"

"I'm just a lowly jailer, I don't have that much authority."

Facing the enraged Black Prison Master, Uchiha Gin spread his hands, revealing a regretful expression, but combined with his lazy, dead fish eyes, it looked more like mockery.

"hateful!"

Uchiha Gin's unconsciously irritating demeanor infuriated the young man in the cell, who, in a fit of rage, instantly became covered in blue arcs of electricity.

[Lightning Release Chakra Mode]

Seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Uchiha Gin's eyes. He was somewhat familiar with this technique; it was something that ordinary Black Prisoners could never learn. This guy in front of him must be someone of great importance.

"Bang!"

The next moment, a giant hand carrying thunder pierced the talisman on the prison door, tearing the sturdy door off. A burly, black-clad prison warden walked out with a menacing expression, his gaze fixed on the strangely-looking Uchiha Gin.

"Do you know you're committing a crime?"

You're not poking at the prison door, you're poking at the very back of Tobirama Senju, that white-haired fellow.

Escaping from prison is a serious crime, and even if foreigners have diplomatic immunity, they cannot disregard Konoha's laws in this way.

"I don't care what you say. I'm the Raikage's student. How dare you Konoha treat me like this? You didn't even listen to my explanation before arresting me."

The young prison guard had actually been quite restrained; when he was arrested yesterday, he was very cooperative and didn't resist much. But overnight, not only did no one pay him any attention, but a particularly annoying curly-haired jailer also showed up.

His short temper flared up instantly. He was a big shot in the village, second only to a few others, and he had never suffered such humiliation.

"I deeply sympathize with your plight, but please remember to settle the repair costs for this gate when you are released from prison."

Faced with the young man's accusations, Uchiha Gin personally expressed sympathy, but one thing at a time: even if you are the Raikage's apprentice, you still have to pay for the repair of the cell door.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Master, I'm about to break the rules!"

Influenced by Uchiha Gin's inherent aura of mockery, the young man from the Black Prison raised his fist, as large as a casserole dish, a struggle in his eyes, yet the force of his punch was extremely fierce.

"Host detected to be in combat; Heart Steel Chest begins to accumulate."

At the same time, a familiar background music started playing in Uchiha Gin's mind—it was like his thoughts came true!

"Look at that hothead newcomer, he actually dares to provoke Uchiha Gin."

The violent banging on the door by the young Black Prisoner attracted the attention of his fellow inmates. The older inmates, who had been there longer, watched the young Black Prisoner confronting Uchiha Gin without a trace of worry on their faces; instead, their expressions were full of mockery.

"Boom!"

The young man's massive fist crackled with a faint thunderous sound. Uchiha Silver's fluffy curly hair swayed from side to side in the wind from the punch, but his expression remained unchanged, leaving the young man who threw the punch utterly puzzled.

He can't even dodge my slowest punch. Is this guy really a ninja?

"Oh?"

Gin Uchiha, who could sense that the young man's punch was all show and no substance, had some doubts, but he still had to follow the proper procedure. So he raised his fists and took the punch "by the skin of his teeth".

"Bang!"

With a deafening crash, Uchiha Gin, who had been stubbornly resisting, was instantly sent flying, slamming heavily against the wall before sliding to the ground. He knelt on one knee, a trickle of crimson blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with defiance as he stared intently at the young man, Kuro, who remained in a punching stance.

"Cough cough cough, as expected of the future star of Kumogakure, the power of this punch is not inferior to that of the First Raikage."

Uchiha Gin clutched his chest, coughed weakly a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a pale face, and spoke with a tone that said, "I'm not giving up, but this time I admit defeat."

"what?"

The young man in the dark prison stared blankly at his fist. He clearly hadn't used any force; he just wanted to scare the annoying prison guard. Who would have thought that curly-haired guy would fly so far?

I hadn't even used any force, how did he fall down?

Could it be that I have grasped the hidden power that even my senior brother has not been able to comprehend?

Are you alright?

Some of the bewildered young men from the prison rushed over, their burly faces showing worry, wanting to see how serious Uchiha Gin's injuries were.

He didn't come to Konoha to cause trouble; he was carrying out a mission assigned by his senior brother. If he messed up the mission, not only would he not be able to go back, but his two hot-tempered senior brothers would definitely beat him to a pulp.

"Cough cough cough, I, Uchiha Gin, hereby acknowledge you as the strongest in taijutsu~"

Ignoring the young man's sudden concern, Uchiha Gin continued reciting his prepared lines.

The young man on his way suddenly stopped upon hearing the name Uchiha Gin. His previously worried face now twisted strangely, and his bull-like eyes widened in disbelief.

"You're Uchiha Gin?"

"ha?"

I'm thinking, I haven't messed with you guys in the prison all these years, have I?

"Ding! Host failed, gained 10 units of Healing Power."

Just then, the familiar notification sound rang out. Uchiha Gin decided to stop pretending and stood up as if nothing had happened. He brushed the dirt off his clothes, licked the crimson stain from the corner of his mouth, swallowed the ketchup, and then looked up, asking in confusion, "..."

"I don't think I know you, do I? You're in jail~"

"etc!"

The young man, Black Prison Boss, with a furrowed brow, immediately began rummaging through his pockets, finally finding a crumpled note. He carefully read the description on it.

"Curly hair is OK, dead fish eyes are OK, and being smug is OK too! You're the one!"

After a quick confirmation, the Black Prison General, having reached his conclusion, tossed the note into his hand and delivered a powerful, tiger-like landing to the bewildered Uchiha Gin, creating a large, visible crater in the hard concrete floor.

"Red Bean Paste, Secret Marseille!" (End of Chapter)