Don't Try to Guess Gin-san's Type

A brat from the Shimura family?

From the clan emblem on that gossiping boy, Uchiha Gin easily figured out his background.

A few years ago, he might have given this kid an unforgettable childhood memory. But things were different now. He was a mature Gin and would not fly into a rage over a little gossip.

"Sir, your family bucket. Please enjoy."

Just then, the shop assistant delivered the fragrant fried chicken. Uchiha Gin, who had always believed that food came first, stopped paying attention to the whispering youths and eagerly began rummaging through the bucket brimming with fried chicken before him.

"The sauce is the limited-edition honey mustard?"

This newly released limited flavor was incredibly popular. If you came late, you might not get any. Otherwise, Uchiha Gin would not have risked being drained dry just to forcibly cut off Xiao Guang's sensory link.

"Yes, sir. These are the last three servings of our secret sauce."

It looked like he was quite lucky. He had actually snagged the last few portions of secret honey mustard sauce.

"Let's eat."

"I heard from 'Fierce Eyes' that when that mother and daughter arrived in Konoha, they did not even have a decent set of clothes. They were so hungry their chests were stuck to their backs and nearly passed out at the gates. Tsk, tsk, tsk~"

Fierce Eyes?

Hearing that, Uchiha Gin froze midway through grabbing a piece of fried chicken, confusion surging in his dead fish eyes.

Wasn't that Fugaku's nickname?

Mocking him was one thing, but why had this suddenly turned into some mother and daughter? No clothes to wear, starved half to death—it sounded pretty miserable.

Could it be...

After his brain slowly turned over the matter, Uchiha Gin's gaze suddenly sharpened.

Someone was spreading sexual rumors about him?