Chapter 183, Shisui: Yan and Hokage-sama... Is it too late for me to gouge out my eyes now?
Indeed, gambling is fun for a moment, but continuous gambling leads to the crematorium!
Not even being able to afford barbecue, it's just too sad.
In the end, Yan couldn't escape the fate of treating them to barbecue.
Tsunade and Shizune devoured their food voraciously, as if they hadn't eaten for days.
Yan admits that the meals at the Hokage's office building aren't very tasty, but isn't your way of eating a bit exaggerated?
Mouths stuffed full, eyes still on the grilling meat, Tsunade, full of Haki, drank an entire table's worth of bottles.
"Burp! Shizune, you go back first and help me sort out the documents, I'll be back soon."
Seeing that Shizune had almost finished eating and still wanted to continue taking advantage of the big spender, Tsunade decisively ordered her to go back first, then pulled Yan along, "Come on, drink with me!"
"No."
Yan firmly refused.
The last time he drank with Kushina, he ended up at her house.
With Tsunade's current state, Yan feared that if he drank too much, he might accidentally end up at his own home, and that would be a sin.
This is Grandma Tsunade.
"Are you drinking or not, drink or not!!!"
"......"
Yan didn't expect that the already drunk Tsunade would be so unprincipled.
She grabbed him by the neck with one hand, causing his head to be pressed against her chest, nearly suffocating him, and in the end, he could only compromise and accompany Tsunade for a drink to be let go.
Damn, I knew it was going to be trouble.
Carrying the drunken Tsunade, Yan, feeling dizzy, staggered towards home.
"What should I do?"
"How would I know what to do?"
The Anbu squad secretly in charge of protecting Tsunade was utterly baffled; the situation had spiraled beyond their jurisdiction. Even with their audacity, they dared not step forward to intervene.
They could only watch helplessly as Yan, carrying a drunken Tsunade, staggered towards home.
"What's the point of drinking like this? You're grown up and still acting like a child, I'm done with you, bleh~~~"
The more he thought about it, the angrier Yan got. He raised his hand and slapped Tsunade's bottom twice, punishing her for extorting him, for forcing him to drink.
"Smack!!!"
The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the dark night, leaving the Anbu squad following in secret to cover their faces in dismay.
They really wanted to say they hadn't seen anything.
Tsunade, who had just been slapped on the bottom, twisted around:
"Stop it."
"Stop your nonsense, I'm hitting you for a reason."
After saying that, Yan slapped her twice more, then commented to himself, "Not a bad feel, quite bouncy."
"....."
Returning home, Yan hadn't even opened the door when he noticed someone squatting on the roof of his house.
He took a closer look and saw it was a bewildered Shisui, so he gestured:
"Let's talk tomorrow, I'm busy right now."
"I need a bath, I need to sleep....."
Staggering a bit, with an upset stomach, Tsunade began to make a fuss. Yan, who was already troubled about how to open the door, couldn't help but slap her again:
"Be quiet, I want to sleep too."
"....."
Seeing Yan relentlessly slapping Tsunade's bottom, Shisui's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Noticing an Anbu squad approaching, he decisively retreated.
He thought it best to forget what he had seen that night.
But how should he report this to the Patriarch?
When Shisui arrived at the Patriarch's residence, Fugaku, who hadn't yet rested, gestured for him to sit and talk.
"Have you seen Yan? What did he say about arranging your position?"
After returning, Shisui faced an awkward situation; he couldn't go to the police department anymore.
Moreover, his reputation within the clan had worsened, and Fugaku was also troubled about how to arrange Shisui's position.
So he simply sent Shisui to find Yan.
Since Shisui was following you, you're responsible for sorting this out.
"I saw him, but we didn't get a chance to talk about it."
Shisui hesitated.
Fugaku frowned and scolded, "Report truthfully!!"
"What's going on with you, Uchiha Shisui? Are you starting to act up again after just a few normal days?"
"Yes."
Shisui, with great reluctance, recounted what he had seen.
"Cough cough!!!"
Fugaku suddenly coughed and sternly warned Shisui:
"You didn't see anything tonight, go back and rest. Also, you didn't come here, you didn't report anything, got it?"
It's better to stay out of such matters.
As for Yan and Tsunade...... they should handle their own affairs, and definitely not involve others.
The Uchiha must not get entangled in this.
Shisui: "....."
It was clearly the Patriarch who wanted to know, so why is it suddenly my fault now?
Shisui was frustrated, and so was the Anbu squad responsible for protecting Tsunade.
A group of them were conflicted about whether to approach, whether to take Tsunade away.
They had already broken protocol by entering Uchiha territory; if they went any further, no one knew if they would be punished.
Fortunately, the misunderstanding between the Uchiha and the village had been cleared, and the targeting and surveillance had ceased.
Before, if an Anbu squad had ventured into Uchiha territory, it would have certainly triggered the Uchiha's counter-surveillance.
Yan, oblivious to the hardships outside, knew only one thing: coming home to sleep in his girlfriend's embrace was the ultimate pleasure.
As for whether his girlfriend's figure was a bit exaggerated, he hadn't really noticed.
"If I ever drink with you drunkards again, I'm a dog!"
The moment Yan woke up, he cursed inwardly, feeling as if his head was about to explode.
It was worse than the discomfort of overusing the Sharingan, chakra, mental, and visual power exhaustion.
"Hmm... Has Kurenai grown this much in such a short time?"
Noticing he was holding onto something akin to two small watermelons, Yan couldn't help but wonder. Reluctantly opening his eyes, he then...
Froze completely.
Instead of Kurenai's brown hair, he saw blonde.
Was it a trick of the eye or an illusion?
Blonde... He didn't know many blonde girls, and he was only close to one.
Damn!
This could kill a man.
Carefully examining the disheveled Tsunade in his arms, Yan snapped awake.
At that moment, he forgot all about the headache that felt like it was about to burst.
Quickly.
Efficiently.
He made his escape!!!
Carefully retracting his hand, Yan, feeling increasingly aggrieved, couldn't resist squeezing once more before prying open the window and jumping out.
Lucky he woke up early. If he had slept in, he might have woken up to a furious Tsunade.
Rubbing his throbbing temples, Yan decided to head straight for the police department building.
"Ah, Captain?"
Seeing Yan arrive, Izumi almost jumped for joy.
"Don't ask, go buy me a set of clothes, I need to freshen up."
Holding back a barrage of questions, Yan decided to freshen up at the police department and had Izumi prepare a new set of clothes for him.
He couldn't go to his appointment in wrinkled clothes reeking of alcohol.
"Oh."
Izumi obediently went to prepare a change of clothes.
After freshening up, Yan felt the hangover's aftereffects lessen significantly. Dressed in a brand-new combat uniform, Yan left the police department to keep his appointment.
At the agreed location, Hiashi was already waiting.
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