"…Hah."
Finally—back to the village.
After settling matters in the Land of Fire, Uchiha Ren rushed straight back to Konoha without delay.
He had only just taken office as Hokage and already left on the first day.
If someone stirred trouble in his absence, things could get messy fast.
To accommodate Feng and Ling, he had even hired a carriage.
After all, they were ordinary civilians—no ability to leap across rooftops or travel by trees like shinobi.
Ren didn't head straight for the Hokage office.
Instead, he planned to return home first.
Settle them in.
A quiet… golden house.
Social death might come eventually—
But if you can avoid it today, don't die tomorrow.
Unfortunately—
Fate had other plans.
Ren had forgotten to change out of his Hokage robe.
Too conspicuous.
Too recognizable.
He was spotted immediately.
"Lord Ren, you're back?"
Uchiha Raizen approached quickly, face full of excitement.
"Mm. I'm back."
Ren gave a brief reply and tried to move past him.
Straight home.
Fast.
"What's in the carriage?"
"Gifts. Gifts from the Daimyō."
"So many?"
"He was… enthusiastic."
Ren lowered his head and quickened his pace.
"Hey! You lot—no awareness at all?"
Raizen waved at a few passing Uchiha youths.
"Help the clan head with the carriage. And move the Daimyō's gifts to his residence."
Small tasks like this shouldn't waste Ren's time.
Besides, Raizen still needed to go over accounts with him.
That extra ten billion ryo had to be properly integrated into the clan's books.
Not a small sum.
Even professional accountants would need time to fabricate clean records.
Receipts.
Entries.
Approvals.
All requiring Ren's seal.
"Got it, Raizen-sama!"
"Coming!"
The young men rushed over eagerly.
Being able to help Ren was an honor.
Before Ren could refuse, one of them grabbed the reins.
Ren tightened his grip instinctively, waving his hand to stop them.
But in their eyes, that was just polite refusal.
"Clan head, what did the Daimyō send? The carriage is full!"
And then—
The worst happened.
Curiosity won.
One of them lifted the curtain.
"Ah—!"
Inside, Feng and Ling clung tightly to each other.
Ren had warned them not to speak unless permitted.
Their expressions were tense.
Fearful.
The sudden noise, the crowd—only made them huddle closer.
"…Gifts?"
The youths froze.
Then stared.
Hard.
These… were the "gifts"?
Twin girls.
Beautiful.
Young.
Their eyes nearly popped out.
Clan head… you really know how to live.
Ren's heart went cold.
Dead.
His dignity shattered completely.
"L-Lord Ren, I…"
Cold sweat poured down Raizen's back.
Even if beaten to death, he would never have guessed this.
Was he about to be silenced?
"What are you staring at?!"
"Close it!"
"Get lost—now!"
Ren snapped.
The youths didn't hesitate.
They scattered instantly.
Faster than ever before.
"Raizen. Stay."
Those two words—
Like a death sentence.
Raizen, who had been preparing to flee, froze mid-step.
"L-Lord Ren… what is it?"
"Prepare a bed."
Ren said calmly.
"A large one."
"One that fits three people."
Raizen blinked.
Then nodded immediately.
"Understood, Lord Ren!"
If it was already exposed, there was no point hiding it.
Better to settle things cleanly.
Besides, the two girls needed a place.
A status.
Ren was Hokage now.
Nothing stayed hidden forever.
Raizen couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Youth.
Energy.
Truly enviable.
Unlike him—already stepping into middle age.
Some things were better left unsaid.
Since he was already here, there was another matter to raise.
Ren was Hokage.
Clan head.
Bearer of two bloodlines.
He should marry within the clan.
Only then could the bloodline remain pure.
Children with the highest potential.
The elders were already urging it.
Those with granddaughters were especially eager.
At Ren's age, they had already become fathers.
As for the twins—
They could remain as outer companions.
Common practice.
But becoming the clan head's wife?
Unlikely.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it."
Ren waved him off.
He had no intention of arguing.
Feng and Ling were unexpected.
Without the system mission, he wouldn't have taken them in.
But…
It was undeniably—
Worth it.
As for a future wife—
He'd think about it later.
As long as she looked good, that was enough.
Raizen, seeing no resistance, went off to prepare the bed.
After settling Feng and Ling, Ren and Raizen headed to the Hokage building.
Work awaited.
Documents.
Seals.
Approvals.
Better to prepare everything in advance.
To avoid trouble later.
"How much?"
Ren asked casually.
Raizen hesitated.
Then—
"…Twenty billion."
Silence.
"What?"
"Say that again."
"Twenty billion."
Raizen dropped into his chair.
Originally, the extra ten billion had already been a windfall.
Now it had doubled.
"Calm down."
Ren waved his hand.
"Don't act like you've never seen money."
After visiting the Ministry of Finance, he finally understood.
Those parasites—
Just how greedy they were.
Commercial tax evasion alone could support another Konoha.
And that didn't even include land taxes.
Money.
Everything came back to money.
Without it, nothing moved.
If he wanted to complete the system's missions, he had to find ways to generate wealth.
Relying on Daimyō funding alone was hopeless.
To make shinobi from other villages defect—
To willingly become rogue ninja just to join Konoha—
That required something far greater.
Ren's gaze sharpened.
Konoha needed transformation.
A complete shift.
Something powerful.
Something irresistible.
He exhaled slowly.
"We need to turn Konoha…"
"…into the place everyone wants to go."
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