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

"Oh, you're here too! Come sit down and have something to eat."

Upon seeing the several pretty figures before him, Uchiha Gin's initial anger vanished instantly, replaced by a beaming smile as he invited them to take their seats and generously offered to pay the bill.

"Don't be shy, eat as much as you want, it's on me today!"

"Big cousin, this banquet was paid for by the clan."

Uchiha Izuna, standing nearby, couldn't help but whisper a reminder, only to be met with a cold stare from Uchiha Gin.

"You talk too much. There aren't enough seats right now, so you can go to that table."

Pointing to the table next to him where a child was sitting, Uchiha Gin ignored the child's protests and forcibly kicked him out of the team.

Forced by someone's tyrannical power, Uchiha Izuna, the vice-clan leader, had no choice but to reluctantly leave his seat to make room for the three women before him.

"Ah Yin, how many times have I told you to control your sugar intake? Why won't you listen?"

After Uchiha Izuna left, Uchiha Hikaru, carrying a half-eaten plate of eight-treasure rice, sat down next to Uchiha Gin with a cold face and slammed the plate onto the table with a bang.

"Do you still think you're eighteen?"

"Didn't you keep praising me for looking eighteen when we were in bed?"

Women are so fickle; last night she said I was as fierce as an eighteen-year-old.

"Hmm"

Uchiha Hikaru was speechless for a moment upon hearing this, until she felt the strange looks from the two men, then she patted Uchiha Gin's shoulder in a coquettish tone and said,

"Madam Yongmei and Xiao Zhili are still here, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Eimi, who had also taken her seat, revealed a knowing smile. A charming curve appeared at the corner of her lips as she rested her chin on her hand, her slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes filled with a mocking expression.

Sitting beside her, Uchiha Rinpoche felt a pang of jealousy. Looking at the two so inseparable, his expression darkened slightly.

But the young girl was sensitive and good at hiding her true feelings. She quickly recovered, her gaze fixed on Uchiha Izuna's slightly weathered back, and asked curiously.

"Mr. Gin, Izuna-sama seems to have something on his mind."

"People can easily fall into despair after losing their goals."

Gin Uchiha wasn't unaware of his younger cousin's complicated emotional journey; he too had his own targets.

Unfortunately, all these years have passed, and that dark-skinned fellow has never shown his face again, much to the disappointment of Uchiha Gin, who had developed his divine equipment and was preparing to wreak havoc on the battlefield.

From that time on, he began to drown his sorrows in sugar, eventually evolving into a little sugar man.

Black Zetsu: If you want to eat, then eat. Don't try to pin all the blame on me.

"Where's that guy?"

After speaking, Uchiha Gin glanced around but didn't spot the black and white figure. Curious, he turned to Uchiha Hikaru beside him and asked...

"She's gone to where she belongs."

Hikaru Uchiha, who was serving Gin Uchiha vegetables, paused, his tone carrying a somewhat enigmatic meaning.

"You can't exactly let her eat at this banquet, can you?"

"That's true."

Uchiha Gin nodded. If they really let Senju Itama attend the banquet celebrating Senju Tobirama's grand funeral, it would be too cruel and hurtful.

But before Uchiha Gin could finish his remark, Uchiha Hikaru, holding his chopsticks, stirred the greasy pork knuckle on the table, as if he had remembered something.

"However, she said that although she couldn't make it to the banquet, she kept telling me to remember to pack some food for her. For example, she specifically asked for a pair of braised pork knuckles."

"."

She doesn't find it cloying at all.

Konoha Martyrs' Cemetery

The solemn funeral has ended, but the line of people offering flowers stretches as far as the eye can see, and the sorrow continues to grow and spread.

"Gurgle~"

At the far end of the crowd, Senju Itama, her voluptuous figure shrouded in a black cloak, frowned, touched her flat stomach, and began to regret not finishing the meal before coming.

As for the deceased second brother...

They're already dead, so there's no point in being sad or filling your stomach.

Finally, after a long wait, it was Senju Itama's turn to offer flowers. Standing beside the tombstone, Senju Hisa immediately recognized her younger sister. A sense of relief welled up in her heart, mixed with a touch of guilt.

Itama, Second Brother. No, I should call her Second Sister now.

Second sister is so sorry. I made so many promises to you, but in the end I didn't keep any of them.

Meanwhile, Senju Momoka recognized Senju Itama and immediately stepped forward, gently patting her shoulder to comfort her.

"I am sorry for your loss."

Senju Itama gently shook his head, his voice very soft, as if talking to himself.

After kneeling down and placing the white flowers on the grave, Senju Itama's gaze fell upon the white-haired girl holding her second brother's portrait.

"So you're Senju Hisama?"

The other person looked familiar, and after thinking for a moment, she remembered that they had met in a lingerie store before.

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Senju Hisa nodded without speaking, while Senju Itama curiously examined his adopted niece, confirming that she was indeed his second brother's child.

Putting aside their similar gloomy aura, just looking at their eyebrows and eyes, it's not just that they look alike, they're practically identical.

"Would you like to stay and sit for a while?"

The observant Senju Momoka noticed that Senju Itama had been staring at Senju Hisa, so she quietly invited him to get together after the event. She suggested that this be an opportunity to reveal their identities so they could communicate better in the future and have someone to look out for them.

Senju Hisama, with her exceptional senses, naturally overheard their conversation, and a strange expression immediately appeared in her eyes.

She was considering whether she should tell the few relatives she had ever been gender-swapped.

"Forehead"

When Senju Itama heard his sister-in-law's invitation, he didn't immediately agree; instead, he showed some hesitation.

"that."

"Is there something important?"

"Sorry, I have to go home and eat braised pork knuckle. Let's get together again sometime!"

"Boom!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Senju Itama heard the sharp sound of shattering glass. Turning his head in confusion, he saw that the portrait of his second brother, bearing his voice and smile, was covered with dense spiderwebs.

The one who started all of this was none other than Senju Hisana, who was holding the portrait of the deceased. The veins on the girl's fair and delicate hands were bulging, and her face was so gloomy that it seemed as if it were about to drip water, leaving Senju Itama completely bewildered.

"Are you alright? If you're tired, take a rest."

"No, no, it's nothing."

Senju Hishima nearly ground her teeth to powder. Looking at her worried younger sister, she took a deep breath, suppressing her boundless anger.

I'm not even as good as a braised pork knuckle?

Don't let me find out who did this, or I'll smash their pot to pieces!

"Take care of yourself. I'll visit you when I have time."

Seeing the procession behind him growing longer and longer, Senju Itama decided not to linger and delay the funeral. With a heart full of longing for braised pork knuckle, he turned and left without a trace.

The two ends of the village were filled with completely different atmospheres. While the Senju clan was still immersed in grief, the banquet on the Uchiha side had ended, and Uchiha Gin, having eaten and drunk his fill, walked away with three women.

"Mr. Yin, we'll take our leave here."

The group, chatting and laughing, arrived at a fork in the road. The Uchiha leader, inwardly marveling at how short the journey was, politely bid farewell to his mentor.

"Little Zhili, be careful on the road."

With two bags of takeout food in his hands and no free hands, Uchiha Gin could only nod in reply.

Goodbye, Hikaru-senpai.

See you tomorrow~

"Goodbye, little administrator~" ┏(＾0＾)┛

"Mother, tomorrow."

Uchiha Rin's voice abruptly stopped, a red glint flashing in his eyes. His large, cherry-pink hand reached out and grabbed Uchiha Eimi, who had somehow infiltrated Uchiha Gin's group.

"Come back!"

"A tonic!"

"I'm sorry, Mother, for causing you trouble."

Somewhat embarrassed, Uchiha Jiro bowed and disappeared down the street with his resentful mother.

"Mrs. Yongmei is still so energetic."

Lost in thought, watching the young woman's graceful back, Uchiha Hikaru suddenly turned his head and asked,

"You agree, right, Gin?"

"Ahem, ahem, Lady Yongmei and I are like Guan Zhong and Bao Shuya."

"Okay, okay, I'm sick of hearing that line. I'm not blind."

Uchiha Hikaru rolled his eyes at Uchiha Gin, who was trying to bluff his way out of the situation, and interrupted his feeble explanation.

I'll use it tonight.

"You're the jailer, you can just elbow me whenever you want."

What else could Uchiha Gin do? He was just a ruthless Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff).

When the two returned home, they were greeted by Senju Itama, who had been waiting for them. Upon seeing the delicious food Uchiha Gin was carrying, she immediately snatched it away.

"Yay! It's braised pork knuckle!"

They hurriedly served the long-awaited food to the table and began to feast.

"Smack~ Smack~"

"Even vaguely!"

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Watching Senju Itama's exaggerated eating habits, Uchiha Gin poked her bulging cheeks with a hint of disdain.

"I'll bite you to death!"

Disturbed while eating, Senju Itama turned to bite Uchiha Gin's mischievous hand, but Gin nimbly dodged it. Annoyed, she pouted and offered a blessing.

"Even if you die, I'm not dead."

"If that were true, that would be great."

Uchiha Gin scratched his head, pondered his secret relationship with the kid in front of him, and immediately took it as a heartfelt blessing.

"baffling."

Senju Itama looked Uchiha Gin up and down, his face full of sighs, and wondered if he had taken the wrong medicine.

After showing off two large elbows, Senju Itama, who had previously appeared nonchalant, revealed a serious expression for the first time.

"Curly-haired baboon, who killed my second brother?"

After wiping the grease from the corner of her mouth, she turned to ask Uchiha Gin, who was lost in thought.

"ha?"

Looking at Senju Itama's solemn expression, which was tinged with murderous intent, Uchiha Gin was somewhat troubled and unsure how to answer.

Are you going to tell them that your second brother actually faked his death and that his true identity is the super-relegated Senju Hishin?

If he really said that, even if he wasn't considered crazy, this empty-headed idiot kid in front of him might think he was a fool.

"Tobirama Senju was killed by the group that kidnapped your older brother."

After much deliberation, Uchiha Gin chose to tell the truth, blaming Jigen entirely for Tobirama Senju's death.

Clones have lives too!

"hateful!"

The girl's fist, imbued with monstrous strength, slammed into the table, splitting the wood-based dining table in two. Uchiha Gin, watching from the side, felt his eyelids twitch.

How come this kid is getting stronger and stronger?

"Don't be too sad. The dead can't be brought back to life. We should look forward and cherish the people around us."

Worried that Senju Itama's anger might cause him to suffer a heart attack and shorten his lifespan, Uchiha Gin immediately tried to comfort him, but was only met with a strange look in return.

"What are you babbling about?"

"ha?"

"What I'm heartbroken about is my secret stash of money. I lent it all to my second brother before, and now it's really a dead debt."

It turns out that Senju Itama was so angry because of this.

and many more!

Secret stash of money!

"How much did you lend him?"

Uchiha Gin frowned and asked,

"I lent him all the money I've saved over the years, more than 30 billion!"

This was all money that Senju Itama had painstakingly saved from her own allowance. Now it's all gone in the end. She can't very well ask those orphans and widows for it, can she?

"Three hundred billion! You spendthrift woman!"

Although Gin Uchiha didn't like money, what he disliked was only the gold bars he acquired easily. This kind of wealth, obtained so effortlessly, gave him no sense of accomplishment whatsoever.

Only rewards earned through hard work (and deception) can make him feel comfortable and at ease using them.

"What can I do? I can't exactly make a daughter pay for her father's debts, can I?"

Senju Itama shrugged, after all, she wasn't some kind of demon; she'd consider the money a contribution to the family.

"Don't worry about it, just transfer the debt to me, I'll figure something out."

But how could Uchiha Gin possibly give up so easily? No one could possibly swindle even a single thing from him.

"Don't do anything reckless. They're a widow and her child; life isn't easy for them either."

"Don't worry, I'm just going to their house to help them fetch water."

Uchiha Gin waved his hand, solemnly declaring that he was absolutely a serious person who could withstand any test.

However, Senju Itama's questioning gaze did not cease, and Uchiha Ginki's expression turned serious.

"Looks like you're good at saving money. Starting today, your allowance will be halved."

"Huh? A tonic?"

midnight,

The sorrow of the daytime funeral lingered into the night. The chilly evening wind swept through the somewhat desolate land of the Thousand Hands Clan, making the address plate at No. 002 East Street rattle loudly.

Suddenly, three figures emerged from the darkness. After confirming the address was correct, they exchanged glances. One of the tall, thin figures waved his hand, and the three of them vanished into the courtyard.

"Huh? It's so late, and someone's still visiting?"

Just after the three disappeared, Uchiha Gin, his face full of curiosity, appeared at the corner. He had come to collect a debt, but he saw from afar that others had gotten there first.

"what?"

"Ah~"

"ah!!!"

Before he could guess who they were, he heard three distinct screams from inside the courtyard: one of questioning, one of smug satisfaction, and the last, somewhat familiar one, filled with terror.

Uchiha Gin's expression immediately hardened. Could it be that someone was trying to break into the house and rob the white-haired man?

Oh no, the prisoner is in danger!

Bang bang bang——

"Open the door, I'm a police officer!" (End of Chapter)