"You! I'll accept the gift on Tsunade's behalf! Get lost, now!"
The moment they met, Uchiha Gen had made Little Tsunade cry. Hashirama, who rarely lost his temper, snatched the bead away and turned to carry Tsunade off into the distance.
Uchiha Gen watched the pair leave, shrugged, and shook his head forlornly.
"That was a bead condensed from Yin-Yang Power, and I even added a seal to it. It could save her life at a critical moment. What a bunch of philistines."
There were very few shinobi in the Shinobi World who could break Yin-Yang Release. Although his bead could only block one attack, it still counted as a lifesaving charm. Sadly, it looked a little ugly—somewhat bizarre, really. It was basically an eyeball.
"Little Tsunade has been born too~ Time really flies..."
Uchiha Gen wandered aimlessly around Konoha, looking over the familiar yet unfamiliar people. After returning to the Clan Land, he exchanged memories with his Shadow Clone Technique.
"Huh? Kagami died? And he had a four-year-old son?"
Inheriting one's father's name might seem strange elsewhere, but it was quite common in this island nation. People often named their sons after ancestors or idols they had once admired, hoping they would inherit their will in the future.
"What a strange tradition..."
Over the next few days, he took another stroll around Konoha, mainly to look at the girls. Yet after seeing too many of them, he found it rather boring. Though the female shinobi were all remarkably well-endowed, Uchiha Gen could not muster the slightest interest for some reason.
"Have I passed my rutting season?"
He lay on a rooftop, watching one pair of long legs after another pass below, along with fishnet stockings, yet his heart remained utterly unmoved. His little buddy had not reacted at all.