What Do You Think Your Dad Became Hokage For?

Asuma nodded so hard his head left afterimages.

With the rose-colored filter in full effect, he felt that all the girls in the village combined lacked even a fraction of Kurenai Yuhi's charm.

[Ding! Approval Points from Asuma Sarutobi: +999!]

Ye suppressed the wicked grin tugging at his lips and launched into full-on smooth-talking mode.

"Kurenai is more mature than people her age, so naturally, she's only attracted to mature men."

"Look at you. You blush whenever something happens, and when you fight, all you do is scream."

"In her eyes, you're nothing but a complete immature brat."

Every word landed like a critical hit—true damage.

Asuma's face went from red to white, then from white to green.

His eyes reddened as he grabbed Ye's sleeve with a death grip, like a drowning man clutching at a lifeline.

"Brother Ye! You're right!"

Asuma's voice trembled. "Then what am I supposed to do? How can I become a mature man?"

The big fish had taken the bait.

Ye took a deep breath, perfected his expression, and leaned close to whisper in his ear.

Then he raised a hand and pointed at the Hokage Building, dropping a bombshell.

"The answer is far away yet right before your eyes! It's your own father, Hiruzen Sarutobi!"

Asuma was dumbfounded.

What charm could that old fart possibly have besides yelling at people?

Ye heavily slapped him on the shoulder and spouted nonsense with a completely serious face.

"What do you think made him Hokage? Ninjutsu? Connections? Wrong!"

"It was all because, whenever he smoked his pipe, he exuded that weathered, mature aura!"

Ye relentlessly fed him brainwashing nonsense.

"Think about what your dad looks like when he smokes. His brows slightly furrowed, his gaze deep."

"No matter where or when, that pipe never