"Stay at ho these days and let your Mito-san help you pick a few suitable girls."
Senju Tobirama looked at Renya’s gloomy face. After a mont of silence, he said,
"You’re not young anymore. It’s ti for you to start a family and build a career."
At first, he didn’t really care whether Renya got married or not.
Living alone was carefree anyway, especially for this brat...
But as ti passed, he began to have thoughts about Renya’s marriage. Letting this kid remain single forever wasn’t a good idea.
He couldn’t possibly end up like himself—already old and still alone, right?
It just so happened that his sister-in-law wanted to help Renya find a suitable partner, so he decided to use this opportunity to make Renya choose a good girl and get married.
Renya: "???"
"Not young anymore," "start a family"... were those really words Senju Tobirama could say?
Did this old man take the wrong dicine today? Why was he suddenly worrying about his marriage?
He had never interfered in his marriage matters before and never seed to care whether he married or not.
Yet now the old man had suddenly changed his mind!
Either he had completely changed his attitude, or he was being threatened. Other than those two possibilities, Renya couldn’t think of any explanation for Tobirama’s behavior.
"Uncle, did you get sothing wrong?" Renya rolled his eyes and said irritably, "You’re not even married yourself—what right do you have to tell to get married!"
This old guy was already sixty or seventy and still alone. If not for his good luck when he was young—adopting Renya as his son—the old fossil would’ve long been killed by the Gold and Silver Brothers.
Renya never urged Tobirama to marry, yet this guy was now ddling in his business.
Where did this old man even get the nerve to tell him to get married?!
"I don’t need to marry because you’ll take care of when I’m old. If you don’t marry, who will take care of you?" Senju Tobirama shot back rcilessly. "Are you planning to let your three disciples support you in old age?"
When it ca to Renya’s future retirent life, Tobirama felt none of those three disciples were reliable!
One had left the village and wandered around the ninja world’s won’s bathhouses, sotis not returning for months.
One stayed in casinos every day as a walking money dispenser, known among gamblers as the "fat sheep," never once winning any money.
One spent all day in the laboratory—either resting or experinting—and even needed Renya, his teacher, to personally deliver als.
If those three were really responsible for taking care of Renya in the future...
In Tobirama’s imagination, the scene thirty years later—
"I’m out of money! Give money! I need to gamble!"
"Tsunade, can you stop gambling? You’ve already lost all the money at ho..." The elderly Renya sat in a wheelchair, desperately pleading with Tsunade, whose eyes were red from losing.
"I don’t care! Sell the house already! Trust —I’ll definitely win back everything I lost!"
In the end, Tsunade ignored Renya’s objections, took the property deed, and headed for the casino, leaving Renya alone watching her departing back while silently shedding tears.
Orochimaru finished a day of experints and arrived at Renya’s residence, completely exhausted.
"I’m hungry. Hurry up and cook." Orochimaru’s eyes flickered. "You didn’t deliver lunch today. I starved all afternoon, and I’m very unhappy!"
"Sorry, Orochimaru," Renya explained bitterly. "Jiraiya was caught peeking at the won’s bath again and arrested by the security force. I went to bail him out at noon, so I didn’t have ti to cook for you."
Orochimaru showed no expression after hearing this and said coldly,
"I’ll let it slide this ti. If there’s a next ti, I’ll tie you to the experint table!"
"Teacher knows he was wrong."
Renya replied weakly, then wheeled himself into the kitchen to cook.
After the al, Orochimaru wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and left without looking back, leaving only one sentence behind.
"Rember to deliver my al tomorrow."
Renya watched his departing figure, sighed silently, then cleaned the dishes alone and washed everything in the kitchen.
After finishing all this, just as Renya was about to lie down and sleep, a group of people barged into the courtyard.
The leader held a property deed in his hand.
"Tsunade already lost this house to . Pack your things and get out tonight!"
In the end, Renya was lifted together with his wheelchair and thrown out of the courtyard. He crashed miserably onto the ground. Looking at the shattered wheelchair and then at the tightly closed gate, tears uncontrollably stread down his face.
Without the wheelchair, he could only crawl forward using his hands. His fingers were worn raw, flesh torn and bleeding.
After who knew how long, he finally arrived in front of a grave and used the last of his strength to lean against the tombstone.
"Uncle... I was wrong. I should’ve listened to you back then..."
At that mont, Renya was filled with regret. He regretted not listening to his uncle and getting married and having children.
If only he had obeyed back then, he wouldn’t have ended up like this.
Those three disciples were completely unreliable...
Crying and crying, Renya closed his eyes forever in front of the grave. By the ti his body was discovered, it had already begun to rot.
And his three disciples didn’t care at all—one gambling with bloodshot eyes, one drooling while peeking at won’s baths, and one fully absorbed in research inside the laboratory.
Passing villagers said:
"Tsk tsk, how pitiful..."
"Who would’ve thought such a powerful figure would end up so tragically?"
"See? This is the consequence of not getting married!"
...
...
"Uncle, Uncle..."
Renya noticed Senju Tobirama suddenly spacing out for quite a while, so he instinctively waved his hand in front of his eyes.
What was this old man thinking about so deeply?
Tobirama snapped back to reality and stared at the still relatively young Renya with a complicated expression.
If this kid didn’t get married, his future might really turn out exactly like what he had just imagined.
"Kid, no matter what you say, you’re definitely getting married!"
Renya: "???"
He could clearly feel the change in Tobirama’s tone. Earlier it was just persuasion—now it sounded like a firm order!
What had this old man just imagined that caused such a drastic change in such a short ti?!
"Did you take the wrong dicine?"
"I’m perfectly healthy. I didn’t take any dicine," Senju Tobirama said. "If you don’t marry, have you thought about retirent? Are you really planning to let those three disciples take care of you?"
"The way you say it—it’s not like I’d even agree if they wanted to take care of ."
Renya rolled his eyes. If those three unreliable troublemakers handled his retirent, the rest of his life would be pure suffering.
"As for my retirent, you don’t need to worry about it."
It wasn’t like he lacked money. When he got old, he could simply hire caregivers.
If that didn’t work, he could always go to a retirent ho together with Danzō.
As long as he wasn’t completely unable to walk, there was nothing to worry about.
Two grumpy old n taking care of each other wasn’t such a bad idea either...
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