"Obito?"
Uchiha Gin, who was about to push open the door, froze. He turned with an odd expression to look at the indignant Yashiro beside him.
"That's right. Elder Setsuna personally gave him that name."
"Ohhh~ I see."
So Obito was Setsuna's kid!
With the truth behind this century-old mystery finally revealed, Uchiha Gin suddenly became very curious whether Obito, the Akimichi-Uchiha hybrid, could still accomplish earth-shaking feats like he had in the original timeline.
"Little Eight, you really struck it big this time~"
Uchiha Gin sighed with emotion as he patted Uchiha Yashiro on the shoulder, then turned and twisted open the private room's door.
Whoosh~
A wave of scorching steam hit him head-on. Through the mist-filled room, he could vaguely make out several delicate figures seated around a leisurely old man. The entire scene could only be described in one word: blissful.
"Who is it?"
At the sound of the door opening, a dignified yet faintly displeased voice rang out from within the mist.
Hadn't he told Yashiro not to let anyone disturb him?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk~ old uncle, you're living pretty well!"
Uchiha Gin looked around the exquisitely decorated and luxurious room with great interest, his eyes practically turning red with envy. This was what the fuck living was supposed to be!
"A Gin?"
The familiar voice of his nephew instantly doused Uchiha Tajima's anger. He abruptly stood up from the pool and swept his hand through the air, sending a sharp gust of wind that blew away all the mist.
"Hehe~"
Putting business aside for now, Uchiha Gin only wanted to experience his old uncle's lifestyle.
"Old uncle, let me have a... Happy New Year!"
But halfway through his request, his expression suddenly froze upon seeing the brutal reality. The plea at his lips changed course,