Uchiha Gin's Secret Lessons

In the backyard,

the unyielding Byakugan girl held the flickering golden light high and repeated her slashing motions over and over.

"Ah-ha!"

Her fragrant sweat soaked the freshly acquired Uchiha Gin original outfit.

Sniffing the unfamiliar scent wafting from the clothes, Tsukihime's small face flushed slightly as she trained even harder.

"Ha!"

"Phew, finally done."

Watching his temporary eldest disciple train with such enthusiasm, Uchiha Gin secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath in his heart.

Teaching really wasn't easy. The next time he ran into Otsutsuki Hamura, he would definitely demand payment for these makeup lessons.

Glancing up at the darkening sky, Uchiha Gin felt that he finally had time to go home and lie down.

But the moment he turned around, he met Senju Itama's expectant gaze.

"What does that look in your eyes mean?"

Uchiha Gin guarded his money bag warily and asked with a frown.

"Curly-haired Baboon, teach me how to become stronger!"

Senju Itama glanced from the corner of her eye at Tsukihime, who was swinging her huge golden sword with fierce momentum, her eyes full of envy.

A woman's sixth sense was comparable to that of the Gold Saints. She didn't want Tsukihime, this latecomer, to surpass her in Uchiha Gin's favor.

"Weren't you pretty resistant when I mentioned it before?"

Seeing that Senju Itama wasn't after his money bag, Uchiha Gin immediately relaxed, then brought up the conversation they had had when they met on the street.

"Hehehe, women are fickle."

"Fine, there's really nothing I can do with you~"

Looking at Senju Itama, who was clearly in the wrong yet still acted righteous, Uchiha Gin rubbed his temples in exasperation, utterly indulgent toward her.

"What do you want to learn?"

"That!"

Senju Itama raised her little