The door closed, and Naruto's footsteps faded into the distance.
Genya leaned against the door, tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling, and let out a breath.
"What even is all this?"
He muttered to himself, his voice echoing through the empty living room.
Naruto's miserable face was still stuck in his head.
Why had the guy suddenly started thinking about marriage? Was he jealous of Sasuke?
When Sasuke and Sakura got married, Naruto had been the best man. He'd smiled even more happily than the groom, hardly looking jealous.
Had it gotten to him? He used to like Sakura, but that was in the past.
Naruto wasn't the sort of person who couldn't let go.
Then he must have been pressured into it.
By his mom.
Genya rubbed his chin.
Naruto had grown up without a mother's love, and after Kushina came back to life, she'd wanted to make up for twenty years of it all at once.
Now Naruto couldn't handle it anymore and could only run around begging for help.
As for why he'd come to me?
Probably figured that if even I could marry nine women, helping him find one shouldn't be hard.
Genya shook his head.
That logic. Classic Naruto.
He walked from the door to the sofa, sank into it, and tipped his face toward the ceiling.
His lower back finally got a brief reprieve.
He stared at the ceiling as those women's faces drifted through his mind one after another.
Hinata was the most well-behaved. Once she got pregnant, she quietly went back to her parents' home to rest.
Ino had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She'd say things like, "I'm not competing with them," then secretly ask Hinata, "Have you been feeling nauseous? Have you felt like throwing