As winter set in, Yorin's living conditions got increasingly hostile.
As a happy bachelor, his natural predators multiplied.
The worst of the "marry-now league" was Uchiha Fugaku.
The clan head would circle around Yorin whenever he had a moment, smiling as he asked:
"Yorin, Yorin—so when are you marrying Tsunade-sama?"
Sometimes he'd bring his son, the Weasel, to play hype man—forcing Itachi into an improv bit.
After Fugaku asked, Itachi had to put on a deadpan, dead-mom face and, in perfect monotone, chime in: "Today. It's today."
Watching the kid grit through the shame was funny, sure—but not funny enough to outweigh the pain of being hounded.
Tsunade? Of course he'd marry her. He had to. But first, he wanted two more years to have some fun. He'd already run experiments on himself—the Yin Seal is a miracle. It keeps the body in prime condition—not just looks and figure; uh, the lower systems stay maintained too, even upgraded.
Yorin: "But I'd still like to try before I buy."
That kind of line stayed strictly in his head. He wasn't about to say it to Tsunade.
Otherwise, one Monster Strength punch and one Heavenly Foot of Pain wouldn't be enough to save him.
…
His counter to the marriage pushers was simple: stall. Play dumb and drag it out.
Problem: you can't stall forever.
The hounding spread person-to-person.
When even the Third—who never liked him—joined the "congratulations-when's-the-wedding?" chorus with a cheery smile, Yorin knew he had to leave.
He'd meant to stay a couple more days—to fully crack the Byakugō before going.
Tsunade's Byakugō, paired with the Yin Seal, can turn you into a super-tank for a stretch—nice on paper, but not what Yorin wanted.
He wanted Byakugō + Eight Gates.
Eight Gates does the damage; Byakugō does the repair. More damage? More repair.
That way he could sustain longer, fight longer, and reduce overall strain.
He'd already learned Eight Gates from Guy.
The youth-boy is easy to talk around—Yorin pulled a few heartstrings, and Guy, tears streaming like noodles, declared "This is youth!" then taught him the Eight Gates, soup to nuts—no holding back.
Yorin believed him—Guy's honest to a fault. If he could, he'd have every shinobi in the village open the Gates and chase the sun forever.
It's just… Eight Gates is insanely broken, and most sane people politely decline.
…
With Eight Gates in hand and Byakugō in training, Yorin pitched his stack to Tsunade—could he run Lightning Armor + Eight Gates + Byakugō?
Her head started to ache: "In theory… yes."
She hesitated, then said, "But it's very hard."
"For one, your body has to be absurdly strong."
Yorin: "Mm. Body stat 15+."
"And your chakra reserves have to be enormous."
Yorin: "Stamina 15+… no, to be safe, 20."
"And they're all S-rank or forbidden techniques. Hard enough to train on their own—much harder to integrate."
Yorin: "So Ninjutsu 15+, too? And Seals at least 10. Just thinking about it gives me a headache."
…
Attribute sheets aren't exactly state secrets, so he didn't hide it.
His friends know he uses a precise data model to rate shinobi. Hokage HQ liked it too—wanted to promote it. So Tsunade followed fine.
Tsunade: "That's why I said—you can't stack stats that high. You're already strong. Lightning Armor + Monster Strength + Manipulating Kunai + sword work—already above most Kage."
Yorin: "Not just that—I'm testing Hanzo's chain-and-sickle with my Manipulating Kunai.
Both are long-chain ranged control; lots of overlap."
Tsunade: "Exactly. You're strong—and you'll get stronger. I'd say you're already stronger than my grand-uncle.
Why force yourself with dangerous arts?"
Yorin: "To protect what must be protected.
I don't want to regret, at the last moment, that I wasn't stronger."
He said it with a gaze so gentle it made the big sister blush.
The air between them got warmer—one second from grabbing each other like a zombie outbreak and going to town—
But no luck.
Because some punk saw them from afar and yelled, laughing as he waved, "Yorin! Tsunade-sama! When's the wedding?!"
If you don't push, it might be next month; now that you are pushing, see you in a few years.
The suspected Third was promptly kicked into the sky by a Heavenly Foot + Thunder–Fire Sword (in scabbard).
Yeah—Konoha had become unlivable.
…
Yorin had planned to finish syncing Eight Gates, Byakugō, and Yin Seal before leaving.
Not happening. At this rate, any date with Tsunade would end with someone smashing windows.
So—
"Tsunade-nee, let's elope." Yorin took her hand.
"Huh? So sudden? I'm not mentally prepared."
"You don't prepare for this—just trust the feeling. Let's go—that's youth."
He said it—and pulled her toward the sunset. A brand-new youth began.
If Guy saw it, he'd be moved—and then be sent flying by a Monster Strength punch.
Fortunately, he didn't.
They ran off to a quiet, convenient place—no onlookers, no marriage pushers.
That is—
Three days later.
Northern Land of Fire swamplands.
Shikkotsu Forest.
Yorin: "Alright—negotiating with the Slug Sage is yours, Tsunade-nee.
We'll say slug mucous beautifies the skin—launch a Shikkotsu skincare line—masks, moisturizers, serums. I've got the tagline: 'Shikkotsu Mask—Tsunade-approved.'"
Tsunade: "…"
Yorin: "What's wrong, Sis? Problem?"
Tsunade: "…It… could work."
This elopement wasn't exactly what she pictured.
Call it a "romance trip," sure… but whose honeymoon is a tour of the Three Great Sacred Lands to cut deals?
She'd never heard of it.
Yorin pretended not to notice her complicated look and went on: "We split it 50–50 as usual.
That adds another business to my Uchiha industrial park—and a steady income to the Senju.
Konoha's employment rises; Shikkotsu's brand rises; the Senju revival moves closer. Win–win."
Tsunade: "Yeah. Win–win."
Looking at Yorin's bright, handsome face, she repeated his words—then smiled.
Yes.
Yorin-kun is that kind of earnest, excellent, hardworking man. So he'll seem a bit strange—unavoidable.
This Yorin-kun—
Is the one she likes most.
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