Chapter 75 – The Glasses Girl Route: Cleared! Tsunade's Affection Level Increased
Two hours later,
in front of the orphanage.
Uchiha Yujiro waved goodbye to the smiling girl in glasses, as well as to the reluctant children clinging to him. Before leaving, he gave young Kabuto's face a gentle pinch and said:
"Daddy's leaving now. Be good, all of you. In a few days, I'll send you somewhere nice. Once you're there, study hard under your teacher — maybe one day you'll become a Kage-level ninja."
"Okay."
Though still a child, Yakushi Kabuto was remarkably perceptive — intelligent and mature beyond his years. Not being his biological son saved him from certain emotional entanglements; he was the ideal helper type — loyal, sharp, and reliable.
"I'll study well under Orochimaru-sama," Kabuto promised.
Yujiro added, "Oh, and Anko will be going with you too."
Mitarashi Anko, Orochimaru's other disciple, had also been included in the batch of apprentices — Yujiro's gesture of goodwill toward Orochimaru.
"Yes, I'll take good care of her."
"Good. Do your best."
With that, Yujiro stretched his back, feeling pleasantly refreshed as he left the orphanage.
Just as he had expected, when Yakushi Nonō heard that he had finally — finally! — defeated Danzō, she lost all control. She lunged at him, pushed him down, and began tearing at his clothes.
Yujiro froze in panic. "Wait— I haven't showered yet!"
Her reply was fierce and decisive:
"It's fine. I have!"
"A–Ane-san, no!"
"Don't move. Let me see!"
Yujiro resisted with all his strength.
He failed heroically.
He suffered tragically.
He lamented silently.
He endured stoically.
And in the end…
he was deeply satisfied.
That was what had happened two hours earlier.
If this world were actually some kind of dating-sim game, the "Glasses Girl Route" would now be considered completely cleared — affection maxed out, ending CG unlocked.
After the battle, Nonō had nestled against his arm, soft and warm like a cat, and whispered:
"I know someone like me isn't worthy of you. Your wife should be a woman like Princess Tsunade. But that's okay. I don't need that kind of title. I'll stay here quietly at the Konoha orphanage and wait for your triumphant return."
Yujiro sighed. "Why say something like that all of a sudden?"
Their relationship was complicated — something between secret lovers, accomplices, and more-than-friends–not-quite-lovers.
That ambiguity suited Yujiro perfectly; it was comfortable, simple, and free of stress. Their shared hatred toward Shimura Danzō was the strongest bond between them.
He had wondered before: Did Nonō truly love him? Or did she just need someone she could rely on — someone powerful enough to help her fight Danzō? Of course, he was using her intel network too. So why were they really together? Did he love her?
All these thoughts about love, marriage, family, duty — they tangled up his mind… until his "cooldown timer" ended, and reason faded along with it.
What's the point of overthinking? He'd figure it all out later.
But today felt different.
Yujiro suspected that a few days ago, when he and Tsunade had walked back to the village hand-in-hand under an umbrella, Nonō must have seen it. That's probably why she said what she did.
Well, that couldn't be helped. Until he ascended to become the Emperor of the Ninja World — with three palaces and seventy-two hundred consorts — the glasses girl would simply have to endure.
Fortunately, she was an intelligent and mature woman. She didn't lash out or train Kabuto to become some revenge-driven swordsman. She accepted it with calm grace.
Yujiro thought, if all his future wives were this understanding, life would truly be wonderful. He wrapped his arms around Nonō's soft, warm body and sighed with contentment.
So gentle, so tender… women really are better that way.
"Mm-hmm," she replied softly.
He held her tighter, and she looked up at him with eyes full of longing.
"Yujiro-kun, even if I can never be your official wife… could you love me, just a little? It doesn't have to be much — just a little bit is enough."
What could he say to that?
In that moment, Yujiro flipped her over and whispered,
"I'll marry her… but I'll love you."
"Mhm."
Hearing such a shamelessly scoundrel line, the glasses girl just smiled sweetly.
He might be awful — but she loved him anyway.
"Then… one more time," she said.
"Huh?"
"What's wrong? Don't tell me you can't?"
Of course not. A man could never admit that.
With that thought, Yujiro counterattacked fiercely, showing her the true meaning of passion. Avoid her advances?
Not a chance!
And so, the main route for the glasses girl was officially cleared.
That didn't mean her story was over, of course.
After all — the orphanage was a pretty good place to start anew.
The world of shinobi had a strange truth:
from the orphanages of Konoha had risen countless heroes, villains, geniuses, and madmen alike.
From orphans came legends — from the kind-hearted to the deranged.
The likes of Kabuto, the future "Voldemort of the Ninja World," were all proof of that.
And Yujiro, who now dreamed not just of power but of legacy, understood this deeply.
"If I want to build something truly great," he mused,
"I can't rely only on a handful of hot-blooded Uchiha with more ego than brains."
He needed talent — outsiders, civilians, thinkers, and administrators.
Because the harsh truth was simple:
ninjas, on average, were barely literate.
"Letting them manage a city is already a stretch," Yujiro sighed.
"Expecting them to run an empire? That's comedy gold."
But bringing in outside talent came with its own risks — loyalty.
So, there was only one solution: raise his own people.
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The orphanage, in his eyes, wasn't a charity.
It was an academy of loyalty.
"A few more kids like Kabuto," Yujiro thought, eyes glinting.
"Smart, capable, and utterly devoted… give me a million of those,
and I could rule the world before lunch."
So yes — the Konoha Orphanage would expand.
Not just rebuilt, but reborn.
A place to train the next generation of faithful, capable subordinates.
And the woman in charge — the brilliant, composed, bespectacled Nonō Yakushi —
would be the foundation of it all.
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The orphanage wasn't just a social project; it also linked to his mysterious System.
After all — a father who raises children is still a father.
In many cultures, adoptive sons carry on the family name.
Japan was full of such examples — adopted heirs, new blood continuing old houses.
"Once I'm crowned Emperor of the Shinobi World," Yujiro said to himself, smirking,
"I'll simply grant my foster sons the Senju name. Then boom—Senju clan reborn!"
Someone might have protested:
"But they don't have the Senju bloodline!"
Yujiro's answer was, naturally:
"Easy fix."
He turned toward the imaginary presence of Orochimaru and declared cheerfully:
"Professor Orochimaru, a dose of Hashirama cells, please!"
A single injection, and—voilà—pure Senju bloodline achieved.
"Now who dares say they're not part of the clan?"
Right on cue, the System chimed in:
[Family Member +1]
Yujiro opened his status screen and saw that his lonely family tree had grown.
Next to his own name appeared a new portrait: Nonō Yakushi.
A faint pink arrow connected them, labeled—
[Relationship: Companion]
Then came a flood of notifications:
[First new family member added]
[First relationship established through affection]
[First confirmed romantic bond achieved]
[The Road to the Senju Revival has begun — Reward: Increased Affinity with Children]
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Yujiro chuckled softly.
"See? I told you. The 'revive-the-clan-through-romance' strategy works."
It wasn't about sentimentality — it was about progress.
The system's reward, "Child Affinity Increase," fit Nonō's identity perfectly as a caretaker.
Though to Yujiro, it wasn't particularly useful.
"I mean, I'm not opening a school, and I'm definitely not into little girls."
He paused mid-thought.
"…Wait a second."
Across the street, he spotted a familiar figure —
a small blonde girl, nervously peeking from behind a wall.
That hairstyle, those eyes—
"Hold on… is that Tsunade?"
Apparently, the legendary gambler had once again transformed into her younger form—probably dodging debt collectors.
For a moment, their eyes met.
Tsunade froze.
And for reasons she couldn't explain, she felt her heart skip a beat.
The man standing before her looked radiant—
warm, confident, exuding a charisma she couldn't turn away from.
Something inside her stirred.
"Uchiha Yujiro…" she thought.
"He… he could be like a father to me."
Yujiro blinked, utterly unaware of what just went through her mind.
"…Wait, what?"