Oh, Sea, You're All Water! Oh, Time, You Slip Away So Fast!

In the blink of an eye, the opening day arrived. Fuyuki hadn't even fully woken up before a group of maids carried him off to wash and dress.

As the big boss of the Hot Spring Resort, Fuyuki had plenty to keep him busy, from greeting guests to presiding over the opening speech.

Naturally, the Clan Head and elders of the Hyuga Clan would be there to support Fuyuki. After all, this was an enterprise invested in by a Hyuga clansman; with the backing of the Hyuga Clan, they absolutely could not let outsiders look down on it!

That was why, in the dead of night, the maids had carried Fuyuki out to groom him, ensuring the schedule wouldn't be delayed.

Fuyuki himself didn't really care about these things; even the opening date had been chosen at random.

But there was no helping it now. This concerned the face of the Hyuga Clan, and Fuyuki couldn't just mess around. If he botched the opening ceremony and embarrassed the clan, the elders would surely head to the ancestral hall to wail and weep, confessing their sins until they were hoarse.

When Fuyuki arrived at the Hot Spring Resort, the staff had already begun cleaning. Beneath the archway stood two rows of young women dressed in various cheongsams, their graceful figures accentuated by matching high heels. Many villagers of Konoha were so bedazzled by these ladies that they lost all sense of direction.

Lords from across the Land of Fire, representatives of the Secret Technique Clans, and high-ranking elders of Konoha were all gathered here today.

Fuyuki also spotted many of his classmates. The most popular among them was undoubtedly Sasuke. The usual adoration from schoolgirls was nothing compared to this; now, several daughters of the Land of Fire's lords were surrounding Young Master Sasuke, cooing and begging for a hug, hoping to win the favor of the Uchiha heir.

Just how wealthy Uchiha Sasuke was, Fuyuki couldn't accurately estimate.

Beyond the funding from Konoha, the Uchiha certainly had businesses elsewhere. If nothing else, the Uchiha weapon shop was extremely famous, and they had even signed a Summoning Contract with the Cat Ninja Clan to trade in intelligence.

Usually, the Uchiha weapon shop was managed by the Cat Ninja Clan, so Sasuke didn't need to handle it himself at all.

Those were just the famous ones; who knew what other obscure assets or gray-market income they had?

Perhaps even Sasuke didn't know, and would need to consult the Cat Ninja Clan to be sure.

The Cat Ninja Clan was essentially the stewards of the Uchiha Clan.

As long as a lord's daughter married into the Uchiha, regardless of whether they bore a son or a daughter, they could inherit the vast wealth and connections accumulated by the Uchiha Clan. Well, that was assuming this blockhead Sasuke didn't defect; otherwise, Konoha would naturally seize all of the Uchiha Clan's wealth.

No, I must make him write a will. It wouldn't be strange for this blockhead to do something reckless. At the very least, he should specify in the will that I am holding it in trust, and he can reclaim a portion!

Fuyuki looked at Sasuke with a face full of pity, as if he were already seeing Sasuke defecting, Tsunade painfully seizing the Uchiha's accumulated wealth, and spending it on gambling and wine with tear-filled eyes.

Perhaps the reason Konoha Village hadn't faced a massive deficit after Tsunade took office was likely because Sasuke the Blockhead's defection had filled the treasury to the brim, preventing Tsunade from having to embezzle public funds to fill the void.

"???"

Hyuga Hiashi wore a look of utter confusion. I am in the prime of my life; why would I be making a will???

Does this rebellious son have some bold idea?

Noticing his old father's gaze, Fuyuki's expression stiffened slightly, and he chuckled awkwardly: "Not you, Father. You are in excellent health right now; you don't need a will at all."

"I just wanted to have Sasuke write a will, so that if he dies, the Uchiha's assets won't be confiscated."

"Oh... wait, what???"

Hiashi's heart, which had just settled, immediately jumped back into his throat. Sasuke of the Uchiha Clan has no relation to you, Hyuga Fuyuki. Why would his will be written in your name?

Our Hyuga Clan cannot withstand your antics!

Today, even if the Ancestor breaks my legs, I must deal with this rebellious son first!

Of course, Hiashi only thought this to himself; he didn't have the guts to go against the Ancestor. He forcibly suppressed his inner anxiety and said steadily: "Himon, Tokuma, Iroha, you three take Fuyuki to stroll around Kabukicho. The greeting and the speech will be handled by me and the elders."

Himon & Tokuma & Iroha: "?"

The three Hyuga Jonin were collectively stunned, unable to understand what had possessed their Clan Head.

"Huh?" Fuyuki blinked, then immediately nodded: "Alright!"

Though he didn't know what his father was going on about, he had already been standing at the entrance, growing impatient.

A huge crowd of strangers, seemingly enthusiastic—but who the hell were they?

He didn't even know their names, yet they treated him with such fiery passion; it was incredibly awkward!

As soon as Fuyuki turned around, he ditched the three Hyuga guardians and ran to his mother's side to play with his little sister Hanabi alongside Hinata. At this moment, Sasuke and Naruto ran over to Fuyuki in unison, demanding he hand over the Moryo sister, as they needed her special training.

It wasn't just Naruto and Sasuke who came; behind them followed many heirs of the Secret Technique Clans, namely several members of the Konoha 12, though the three members of Guy's team were not among them.

Neji was busy greeting guests with his father and wasn't on the invitation list. Before Lee met Guy, he was just a diligent dead-last. Even if Fuyuki had wanted to invite the remaining two members of Guy's team, it would have been impossible; they had no connection, and no reason to invite them.

Fuyuki greeted his classmates familiarly, but when he reached the last guy in sunglasses, he realized with great embarrassment that he had forgotten his name, though he knew the name of the Aburame insect-controlling clan.

He could only frantically search his memory, smiling as he said: "Classmate Aburame Naishino, I didn't expect you to come today either. A rare guest indeed."

Shino pushed up his sunglasses and said expressionlessly: "My name is Aburame Shino, Fuyuki-san."

Although he was expressionless, Fuyuki could hear the deep resentment in Shino's tone.

Fuyuki laughed awkwardly: "Haha, sorry, sorry! I was too quick and got your name backward. Sorry! Come, come, everyone, don't just stand at the entrance. Let's go inside and enjoy the hot springs infused with medical ninjutsu!"

As the host, Fuyuki walked in front, leading his classmates to the children's area. A super-large hot spring resort would inevitably have some "inappropriate" areas, like the Fighting Club, which Fuyuki didn't take his classmates to visit; it wasn't suitable for children to see.

"Fuyuki, which outfit do you think I should choose?"

Hinata stood in front of the clothing section, looking at the dazzling array of swimsuits with a conflicted expression, suffering from a choice dilemma.

She wanted her younger brother to give her some advice. Hinata wasn't shy about asking her closest family for help.

"Hmm... how about this Sukumizu with a skirt?" Fuyuki picked out a more conservative one for Hinata.

"Okay!"

Hinata had no objections. She was just a bit overwhelmed by seeing so many swimsuits for the first time. In truth, it didn't matter what she wore; everyone was wearing clothes anyway, so she wasn't shy.

Unless one books a private room, wearing a swimsuit is mandatory at the Hot Spring Hotel. This was Fuyuki's rule; he certainly didn't want to have to go to the Hokage's office to file a complaint against the Hokage himself!

Besides, Konoha had no guards capable of catching that perverted peeping tom, Jiraiya.

Fuyuki stared at the swimming trunks and the Sukumizu, lost in deep thought.

Honestly, what should he choose for himself?

He had told his sister to wear as much as possible!

Surely he couldn't be expected to wear as much as possible himself, could he?

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