Chapter 245 — Nonōyu Invites You to Dinner
Fugaku frowned slightly.
"So that's what Uchiha Yoko said?"
"Yes, Clan Head-sama," Uchiha Ryoichi replied.
Fugaku exhaled softly.
"So the change happened after he woke up."
Uchiha Ryoichi stood silently.
The implication was clear: Uchiha Yota had only been "replaced" a few days ago—the transmigrator had taken over right when the boy awoke from his year-long coma.
Fugaku rubbed his forehead irritably.
From beginning to end, nothing in Ryoichi's report had indicated the exact moment the transmigrator crossed over. No trace. No omen. Nothing predictable.
Annoying.
If transmigration was truly governed by some "reincarnation deity," then Fugaku had only one request:
Please stop throwing people into my clan.
At his current level, he was practically invincible.
Sending transmigrators into Konoha was like sending lambs into a slaughterhouse. It was pointless and dangerously stupid—for them.
But…
If they were all as powerless as Uchiha Yota?
No system, no golden finger, no Mangekyō…
He wouldn't mind a few more.
He could handle them one by one without even breaking a sweat.
"Alright, you've worked hard today. Stay for dinner?"
Uchiha Ryoichi shook his head immediately.
"No, Clan Head-sama. I already have rice cooking at home."
"Mm. Then you're dismissed."
Fugaku only offered out of politeness. When Ryoichi disappeared from the balcony and returned to his home next door—close by because of his role as Fugaku's personal retainer—Fugaku turned back inside.
"Wife, what are we eating tonight?"
He wrapped his arms around Mikoto's slender waist as she washed vegetables in the kitchen.
Mikoto turned her head slightly, her voice warm and soft.
"We're having a big meal tonight. I bought fresh seafood—how does that sound?"
A shipment had arrived that afternoon at the market from Naoetsu Port.
Remembering that her husband had seemed distracted and irritable today, Mikoto bought a selection of seafood to lift his spirits.
Fugaku chuckled.
"That sounds perfect."
His mood genuinely improved.
If transmigrators kept coming, he would simply deal with them. Even if a dozen arrived tomorrow, he could crush them all.
As long as they weren't cheat-fueled monsters, they were nothing.
After dinner, Fugaku lounged comfortably on the sofa, phone in hand.
Orochimaru's computer system project was finally nearing completion. Once it was up and running, they would be able to release proper PC games.
To be honest, mobile games were losing their charm.
He wanted real gaming.
Just after ten, Naruto appeared, drenched in sweat.
"Uncle!"
He tried to plop down next to Fugaku to watch him play, but Fugaku quickly stopped him.
"Don't come near me."
Naruto blinked, confused, but froze in place.
"You stink of sweat. I just showered. Don't dirty me."
Naruto sniffed himself.
…He really did stink.
Embarrassed, he laughed.
"Hehe—then I'll go shower first!"
He dashed to the balcony to grab his clothes.
At the same time, Sasuke and Itachi stepped inside from the entryway.
"Sasuke, grab my clothes too!" Sasuke shouted as he gulped down water at the dining table. He was parched—thanks to Naruto spilling his water bottle earlier.
"Oh! Wakatta!"
Naruto immediately turned back, grabbed Sasuke's clothes, and then—on instinct—also grabbed Itachi-aniki's.
They were all showering together anyway.
Naruto rushed out of the balcony, hugging a pile of clothes.
"Itachi-aniki! Here, I've got your clothes!"
Itachi smiled warmly.
"Thank you. Let's go."
Laughing, he and Naruto headed for the bathroom.
As soon as Sasuke finished chugging the last drop of water, he darted after them.
With the danger named "Naruto" gone, Fugaku finally relaxed and returned to his game.
Mikoto walked out with a fruit platter, placing it gently on the table. She then sat beside Fugaku, letting his head rest on her soft lap as she fed him pieces of fruit one by one.
Fruit, gaming, and a devoted wife—life was excellent.
"Mmm—delicious," Fugaku murmured between bites.
"My wife is amazing."
Mikoto smiled sweetly.
"You always say that."
"I'm serious. My wife is the best in the world."
She wiped his mouth tenderly with a tissue and continued feeding him. After a moment, she suddenly remembered something.
"Oh—husband, I forgot to tell you."
Fugaku didn't look up from his phone.
"Mm? What is it?"
Still feeding him, Mikoto answered:
"I met Yakushi Nonōyu today. She wants to invite our whole family to a meal at the orphanage—to thank you properly."
"Nonōyu?" Fugaku blinked.
"Why is she inviting us all of a sudden?"
Mikoto laughed softly.
"You forgot already? You approved a reconstruction budget for the orphanage a while ago. I went with Nonōyu today to check the site. The buildings are so old and leaky—it really needs repair. And there are so many children there."
Fugaku paused.
Oh. Right.
One day, Nara Shikaku had brought a funding document to sign. Fugaku barely glanced before approving it—he trusted Shikaku completely. And Konoha wasn't short on money now; a few million ryō was pocket change.
"Haa… wife, I don't really want to go," Fugaku muttered.
Mikoto's eyes widened.
"What do you mean you don't want to go? Of course you're going."
Her tone was uncharacteristically firm.
Fugaku instantly surrendered.
"Okay, okay—I'll go. I was just joking."
Her expression softened again.
"Nonōyu and I have known each other for a long time. And didn't Itachi do several missions with her before? I want to prepare some gifts for the children at Nonōyu's orphanage."
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