"Hitoshi Brother, you're this!"
Hyuga Clan, Old Clan Land.
Inside the clan head's courtyard.
Uchiha Fugaku looked at Hyuga Hitoshi with a face full of admiration and gave a thumbs up.
As one of the village elders who had witnessed just how violent Tsunade had been during the Second Shinobi World War, he respected Hyuga Hitoshi from the heart.
There probably wasn't a single person in all of Konoha who dared to pick up Tsunade's corpse, then openly carry her back and show off. And that position had been executed so perfectly that it was enough to shock anyone.
Hadn't Tsunade's face turned red from holding it in, buried deep against Hyuga Hitoshi's back?
How strong did he have to be?
And supposedly, Hitoshi Brother hadn't just picked up Tsunade's corpse—he had also carried back a mysterious woman. He wasn't hiding his harem at all.
Even scarier, Hyuga Pakura had only glared at Hitoshi Brother twice and hadn't even had the heart to scold him. He was fucking incredible at handling women!
"Ahem, big brother, you've misunderstood."
Hyuga Hitoshi tried hard to defend his innocence.
What a joke. Tsunade had lowered her head and hidden her face—was that because she was shy?
That was because she couldn't bear to show her face after returning to Konoha, all right?
After all, she had only been impressive for a few seconds before Kumogakure's elite squad had taken her down instantly. It would sound awful if that got out.
"No need to explain. Big brother understands! And big brother isn't jealous."
Fugaku shook his head indifferently. He truly had nothing to envy. After all, his thing was gone, and now he was happily dedicating himself to butting heads with the Old Village Chief. His energy was extraordinary.
You don't know shit.
Hyuga Hitoshi