In the manga, every named young kunoichi is a banger. Ayato's no harem king—he's not trying to collect every girl with a sprite, and he sure isn't reviving the Senju clan. Tsunade isn't sweating it; why should a branch kid?
His plan was simple: find a cute, normal girl, marry, pop out 2.5 kids, coast. Peace? That's Naruto's gig. Naruto's got decades left, then his bio-kid and god-kid take the baton. Infinite protagonist thighs to hug—no rush.
Then he hit the academy and realized: education system = trash. Post-war Konoha only has ninja school. Civilians? Illiterate. His future dating pool? Village housewives who can't read. He owns a whole street—non-ninja tenants scream at husbands to "earn more" 24/7. Hard pass.
He'd never met Tenten until today. First impression: solid. Looks? Check. Personality? Check. Style? Comfortable. Boruto-era lore: she never marries. No real romance with Neji either—just team vibes. Not stealing anyone's waifu. Plot-safe.
Ayato nodded to himself. Viable. The more he stared, the more boxes she checked:
Pretty, driven, three views aligned.Melons modest but functional (beats Sakura).Post-timeskip figure? Chef's kiss.Rich. Secretly loaded—nobody guesses the family vault.
While his brain ran the marriage sim, his eyes ran a full-body scan. Tenten felt the stare.
"Why are you ogling me?"
"I think you're perfect. Marry me." Low volume—Guy's squad didn't catch it—but dead serious.
Tenten's face exploded red. She teleported to the far side of the group. No answer.
Ayato scratched his head. Was that wrong?Shonen 101: extend hand, declare marriage. I skipped the kneel/bow, but the sincerity was there… right?
Tenten's internal meltdown (other side of the formation):
"First meeting and he drops marriage?! Scumbag. Zero warning.
""No sincerity at all."
"Total stranger—shallow."
"Wait, I don't even know his name."
"Okay, he's kinda hot. NO—sunglasses = red flag. Poser."
"Genin with no team? What's there to flex?"
"…I wouldn't mind the wife out-earning the husband. He cooks, I hunt."
"STOP. I'm gonna be the next Tsunade—marriage is a trap."
"But… love at first sight? Is he stalking me?"
"Was he the creep watching me at the academy field?"
"No sunglasses back then… wait, same height, same build—"
"WHERE'S HIS FOREHEAD PROTECTOR? Arms? Waist? Legs? …Nice proportions."
"I'M TWELVE. STOP."
Her face got redder, head lower, sneaking glances every 3 seconds. Girls that age notice when someone likes them—even if they don't reciprocate.
Unlike Sakura (campus idol, constant confessions), Tenten was a ghost in the romance department. Peers: emotionless prodigies, youth-spewing idiots, or background NPCs. Zero prep for a direct proposal.
"We're here. Tenten, you're still walking." Neji's voice snapped her out of it.
She looked up—everyone staring. Face now nuclear. She'd zoned out, autopilot-following shadows, forgot the mission.
"Your face is red. Sick?" Neji frowned. Only sane teammate. If she's down, this pig hunt drags.
"I'm fine. Won't slow us."
Neji nodded, then to Ayato: "Stick with Lee. He's an idiot, but strong enough to babysit."
Ayato nodded—and stole another glance. Blushing, no rejection = green light. Silence = consent!
"Split up. Boar's on this hill. Signal when found—group strike, no injuries."
Neji's Byakugan flared; he vanished into the trees. 1-km range, hill bigger than that—still the fastest scout. Pig = Neji's find, guaranteed.