In an instant—
Light burst forth in Yugao's eyes like fireworks in bloom.
It was as though countless stars had been scattered across the night sky—brilliant and dazzling.
She smiled radiantly.
"Then… can I come to your house often too, like Kurenai and the others?"
Well now—she was already pushing her luck.
Yusuke sighed helplessly.
"You can. You're always welcome here, Yugao."
Satisfied with the answer she wanted, Yugao happily supported the utterly drunk Anko and left.
Under the warm glow of the streetlamps, their shadows stretched long across the night road—Yugao steady, Anko completely unsteady.
Watching their departing figures, Yusuke fell into thought.
"Not enough rooms at home… troublesome. Looks like I'll need to move to a larger place soon."
Right now, his Western-style house was perfectly fine for three to five people.
But if more started coming around, it would quickly feel cramped.
Truthfully, as the Uchiha Clan Head, Yusuke had long since been assigned the official clan head residence.
It was spacious, with many rooms, a courtyard, artificial hills, landscaped gardens—fully equipped and convenient in every way.
Much like the residence where Sasuke's family lived.
But Yusuke had been living alone for years.
The clan head estate was simply too large; staying there alone made it feel empty.
Besides, he had grown used to this house over more than a decade.
Comfortable. Convenient. Familiar.
So the clan head estate had remained unoccupied—though regularly maintained.
Now that space was becoming an issue, moving there made sense.
"I'll find a time to pack up and move over…"
He closed the door and returned to the living room.
It was a mess.
Yusuke, who had a mild obsession with cleanliness, felt a faint headache coming on.
Every time they gathered here, it turned into chaos.
None of his subordinates had the awareness to clean up before leaving.
"Forget it. I'll hire someone tomorrow."
On the sofa—
Two alluring figures lay sprawled in a way that was impossible to ignore.
Yusuke's gaze lingered for a moment.
People naturally enjoy looking at beautiful sights—not for any particular reason, just because it lifts the mood.
Tsunade and Kurenai leaned against opposite sides of the sofa, half-reclined, cheeks flushed from alcohol.
Among everyone present tonight—
Aside from Yusuke, who could drink endlessly without effect—
The two with the highest tolerance were undoubtedly Tsunade and Kurenai.
These two women could truly drink.
With Yusuke's personally brewed premium liquor flowing freely, they had indulged without restraint.
"Hey. Wake up, Tsunade. Time to go home," Yusuke said, shaking her shoulder lightly.
Drunk Tsunade had a terrible temper.
She swatted his hand away and mumbled, "Don't bother me… I'm sleeping…"
Yusuke: "..."
Fine.
He wasn't going to argue with a drunk.
Turning to Kurenai, he patted her gently.
"Red. Can you still get up?"
Kurenai's drinking habits were better.
Her ruby-like eyes fluttered open hazily. Seeing Yusuke, she smiled softly.
"Yusuke-kun…"
"Let's keep drinking… I'm definitely going to get you drunk…"
Yusuke felt speechless.
A beautiful woman when intoxicated could be charming—
But also troublesome.
Because someone had to take care of them.
He didn't bother with Tsunade, who was already snoring on the sofa.
Instead, he bent down and carried the now docile, cat-like Kurenai into a room.
He removed her shoes, laid her gently on the bed, and covered her with a blanket.
Just as he turned to leave—
Kurenai, who moments ago had seemed too weak to move, suddenly wrapped her arms around him from behind.
Like a beautiful serpent.
"Don't go… Yusuke-kun…"
Feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his back, Yusuke fell silent.
After a long pause, he spoke quietly.
"Red… do you know what you're doing?"
"Yes," she answered softly.
And tightened her embrace.
Since she was clear-minded—
There was nothing more to say.
In moments like this, words were unnecessary.
After that—
Outside the brightly lit window, the clear starry sky was gradually swallowed by gathering storm clouds.
Then—
The sound of rain began to fall.
Soft at first. Then steady.
Rain tapped against the banana leaves in the courtyard, rhythmic and persistent.
Drop after drop descended like strings of broken jade beads, falling without hesitation.
It struck the leaves, heedless of whether it bent their graceful form.
Rain fell upon banana leaves, idly scattering through the courtyard.
Deep into the night—
Tsunade stirred awake on the sofa.
The sound of rain had disturbed her.
Though some of the alcohol had worn off, her head still felt heavy.
Seeing that she had been left on the couch—no Yusuke, no Kurenai in sight—she rubbed her temple groggily.
"Uchiha Yusuke… leaving me on the sofa without even a blanket…"
Grumbling under her breath, she staggered unsteadily into a nearby room and collapsed onto a bed.
Outside—
The rain paused briefly.
Then resumed.
It poured heavily through the night before gradually easing toward dawn.
The banana leaves, bent beneath the downpour, slowly straightened once more.
At last—
The rain ceased.
Clouds dispersed.
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