Chapter 140: Senju Yosuke? She’s Already Decided the Children’s Last Names!

Chapter 140: Senju Yosuke? She’s Already Decided the Children’s Last Names!

Senju Clan.

“Tsunade-nee, you really have such a big heart.”

Carrying Tsunade into her bedroom and laying her gently on the bed, Uchiha Yosuke shook his head with a sigh. His gaze swept across the room’s decor, and a smile played on his lips.

The style was serene and elegant, but the dice and playing cards scattered on the vanity table? What in the world…

“Is this the wardrobe?”

Opening the finely crafted wardrobe, he found only a few pieces of clothing. The rest of the space was filled with bottles of sake. The sight made Uchiha Yosuke’s eye twitch involuntarily.

“Well, that’s certainly... unique.”

Shaking his head, he noticed that the sake and gambling items hadn’t been touched for quite a while. This realization softened his gaze.

When someone abandons even their hobbies, it’s a sign their mindset has shifted.

“Honestly, she’s like a big sister who never really grows up.”

The warmth of a damp towel brushing her cheeks made Tsunade, who lay motionless on the bed, feel a surge of comfort. No wonder both Kushina and Mikoto had fallen for this kid’s tricks.

What kind of person carries someone back in a princess carry from the very start?

Being held the entire way back, she could still feel the lingering warmth on her thighs. Now, she could sense him carefully wiping her face and mouth with a warm towel, even removing her shoes to clean her feet.

“Such beautiful jade… it’d be a shame not to pair them with heels…”

Admiring Tsunade’s graceful sleeping posture, Uchiha Yosuke chuckled softly. A sly glint flashed in his eyes as he leaned in closer.

A soft sound escaped.

Moments later, the sound of the door closing echoed. Tsunade, lying on the bed, stared blankly at the ceiling, her lips still damp.

“This kid really doesn’t miss a chance, huh? Last time he took advantage, and now he’s paid it back in full.”

In the darkest moments of her life, a sliver of light had pierced her heart. Wasn’t this the perfect kind of warmth?

Unconsciously, Tsunade’s soft pink tongue flicked across the lingering traces on her lips. Her cheeks flushed as she huffed with feigned annoyance.

“This little brat!”

…

“Yosuke-kun!”

Just as Uchiha Yosuke stepped out of Tsunade’s room, he ran into Uzumaki Kushina.

Seeing her stunned and then visibly flustered, Uchiha Yosuke smiled warmly.

“Kushina, you’re here too?”

“Uh, Yosuke-kun, I need to get back to my room to train. I’ll talk to you later!”

With her eyes darting nervously, Kushina hastily bowed before rushing upstairs toward her own room.

Watching her retreating figure, Uchiha Yosuke narrowed his eyes. Was she avoiding him?

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Compared to Tsunade’s serene decor, Kushina’s room was draped in luxurious reds, like the chamber of a regal princess.

Lying on the soft red bed, Kushina opened her eyes after a long pause, a trace of sorrow flickering in her gaze.

“Yosuke has really left.”

She could sense his chakra moving away from the Senju compound, which filled her heart with unease.

But just then, a figure appeared abruptly in her room. The familiar chakra sent a wave of surprise coursing through her.

“Kushina, it seems you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

The grinning figure of Uchiha Yosuke emerged, holding one of her custom three-pronged Flying Thunder God kunai.

Using the Flying Thunder God technique, he had teleported straight into her room.

Who would’ve thought that the first practical use of this legendary space-time ninjutsu would be to chase after a girl? If Senju Tobirama knew, he’d probably be rolling in his grave.

Facing Uchiha Yosuke’s teasing gaze, Kushina fidgeted, trying to compose herself. “Avoid you? Why would I avoid you? That’s ridiculous!”

After a string of denials, Uchiha Yosuke stepped closer, forcing her into a corner.

“Stop! Someone’s outside…”

Kushina panicked, attempting to dodge, but before she could speak further, she found herself pinned to the wall by a classic ninja kabe-don.

“I trust Kushina’s barrier technique will keep us from being discovered.”

Though her words were muffled, the panic in Kushina’s eyes was evident.

“Yosuke… I! I…”

“Is it because of the Nine-Tails?”

Several days of close companionship had brought them to a deep understanding of each other, yet over the past two weeks, Kushina had suddenly withdrawn. Uchiha Yosuke suspected the reason was the Nine-Tails sealed within her.

At the mention of the Nine-Tails, Kushina’s face went pale. She stammered, “I… I have a monster inside me!”

“We’ve talked about this before. Both of us are ‘monsters,’ aren’t we?”

“No! It’s not the same!”

One was born from the power of bloodline limits, while the other was burdened by a sealed beast—a symbol of misfortune. They were worlds apart.

Seeing Kushina’s distress, Uchiha Yosuke smiled gently, running his fingers through her soft red hair.

“Kushina, your red hair is beautiful. And I like this red bed too…”

Kushina’s face flushed bright red as a warm sensation traveled through her body. His intimate words stirred a nervous yet exhilarating emotion within her.

“Yosuke, you really don’t mind…”

As she nervously looked up, her eyes met Uchiha Yosuke’s spinning three-tomoe Sharingan.

In an instant, the world around them shifted.

They were now in a dark, cavernous space. Before them loomed a massive iron gate, sealed with a large kanji for “Seal.”

“You wretched woman! You’ve sealed me away again!”

A furious roar echoed from behind the bars as red chakra began to condense, forming a colossal Nine-Tails within the barrier.

“Nine-Tails!”

Seeing the beast, Kushina’s face paled—not out of fear for herself, but for what Uchiha Yosuke might think of her.

Her gaze flitted nervously, avoiding his. She couldn’t bear to see the look in his eyes after witnessing the monster inside her.

“Yosuke!”

A cry escaped her lips as she felt herself pulled into his strong, warm embrace. Stunned, she looked up at him.

Uchiha Yosuke’s Sharingan spun ominously as he held her close. He turned to face the Nine-Tails, a cold smile curling on his lips.

“Nine-Tails! The so-called strongest and most ominous tailed beast? In the end, you’re nothing more than an overgrown fox.”

The arrogance in his voice stunned both Kushina and the Nine-Tails.

“You accursed Uchiha! Do you think those little eyes of yours can…”

The Nine-Tails’ angry roar suddenly ceased. Its blood-red eyes widened in shock and a trace of fear appeared in its gaze.

Before its very eyes, Uchiha Yosuke’s three-tomoe Sharingan connected to form a complete pattern.

“Nine-Tails, it’s time you wore a collar.”

Hearing that cold and domineering tone, the Nine-Tails froze as memories of another Uchiha filled its mind. The voice—it resembled his. But the surge of chakra quickly dispelled the illusion.

“You brat! You’re not Madara! Just a little Uchiha whelp!”

As the Nine-Tails roared, golden chains burst forth and wrapped around its massive form. Kushina’s voice rang out firmly:

“You will not harm Yosuke!”

The Nine-Tails writhed in frustration.

“First it was Wood Release and Uzumaki chains, and now it’s Sharingan and Uzumaki chains! You humans are all the same!”

Standing before the bound beast, Uchiha Yosuke smirked, holding Kushina close.

“Nine-Tails, you’re just a bit of spilled chakra. Even my three-tomoe Sharingan is enough to remind you of your worst nightmares.”

With a burst of power, Uchiha Yosuke reached out and gripped the fox’s nose. With a sudden twist, the chakra dissipated, leaving Kushina in awe.

As they returned to her room, Kushina barely had time to process what had happened before she found herself pulled into his arms once more.

“Yosuke!”

“You’re mine, Kushina.”

Seeing his unwavering determination and feeling his warmth, she felt her defenses crumble.

“Yosuke… I only belong to you…”

…

Outside the room, Tsunade stood frozen, her sharp senses picking up far more than she had intended.

“What on earth are those two up to…?”

Her face turned red as her imagination ran wild. Was this really something the younger generation was capable of?

Then, her expression shifted as an idea crossed her mind.

“If Kushina can be so bold, why can’t I?”

Her thoughts wandered to the Senju and Uchiha clans. A spark of determination flared in her eyes.

“Maybe… Senju Yosuke has a nice ring to it.”

Tsunade’s bold personality had made its decision. And in her mind, not two children—one with the surname Senju, and the other Uchiha—seemed like the

The Hokage’s office had become a battlefield of words, with Sarutobi Hiruzen trying to mediate between his most trusted, yet often divided, allies. Uchiha Yosuke stood by the door, his gaze far more focused on the situation at hand than the empty space around him.

As Danzo and the others filtered out of the room, his eyes met Kushina's, who had been standing at his side. There was a quiet understanding between them—an acknowledgment that the future of Konoha was at stake, and the path forward wouldn't be easy.

"Kushina, Mikoto," Yosuke said quietly, his voice betraying none of the fury bubbling beneath his calm exterior. "We need to act quickly. Tsunade won't be able to keep holding off on this much longer."

Kushina nodded, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on her. "If Tsunade halts the experiments, Danzo won't just back off. He'll escalate things."

Mikoto stepped forward, her expression steely and her voice laced with resolve. "We need to figure out how to gain more leverage. The council’s division only weakens us. If we can show them we have something more powerful, something undeniable, it might tip the scales."

Yosuke's eyes glinted with a cold light. "The Wood Release experiments were supposed to be a trump card, weren’t they? But if Tsunade says they’re a failure… then we need to find another way to turn the tables."

The air was thick with uncertainty, but Yosuke’s determination pushed through. The three of them began to strategize, their thoughts quickly turning to a more dangerous course of action—one that could either protect Konoha’s future or doom it.

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In the days that followed, Tsunade’s refusal to continue with the Wood Release experiments caused ripples throughout the village. The Hokage's office became the epicenter of heated debates, with factions aligning themselves either for or against her decision.

Danzo, ever the opportunist, wasn’t one to back down easily. He began working behind the scenes, gathering support from influential figures in Konoha who shared his belief that the Wood Release technology could secure the village’s future.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Yosuke and Mikoto kept a close watch, trying to piece together what they could from the few fragments of information they had. But Tsunade's actions had thrown a wrench into their plans, and it was becoming increasingly clear that the road ahead would not be smooth.

One evening, as Yosuke stood on a balcony overlooking Konoha, he found himself deep in thought. His fingers lightly traced the railing, lost in the thoughts of the delicate balance of power that was teetering in the village. The conflicting views within Konoha were a reflection of the larger struggle between tradition and progress, ideals and pragmatism.

"You look troubled," a voice broke through his reverie.

Yosuke turned to see Mikoto approaching, her soft footsteps barely making a sound. She leaned against the railing beside him, her eyes searching his face.

"Just thinking about how things are unfolding," Yosuke replied, his tone heavier than usual. "If Danzo gets his way, we could be facing a war we’re not ready for. If Tsunade stays resolute, we might alienate powerful allies within the village. Either way, we’re walking on a razor’s edge."

Mikoto glanced toward the village, her expression thoughtful. "We’ve always been forced to make hard decisions. The question is, how far are we willing to go to protect Konoha? And what price are we willing to pay?"

Yosuke’s gaze shifted toward the horizon, where the last rays of sunlight were fading into twilight. "I’m not sure, Mikoto. But I know one thing—we need to act before it’s too late."

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Back in the Hokage's office, tensions continued to rise. Sarutobi sat at his desk, rubbing his temples in frustration. The peace he had worked so hard to maintain was slipping further from his grasp with every passing day.

Danzo, Koharu, and Homura stood before him, waiting for his response. Their expressions were firm, unwavering. It was clear they would not relent until the Wood Release experiments were resumed.

"I understand the stakes, Hiruzen," Danzo said, his voice cold. "But you must realize the danger we face. The other villages will take advantage of our hesitation. We cannot afford to be weak."

Sarutobi met his old friend’s gaze, his own resolve hardening. "I understand, Danzo. But we cannot sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of power. We need to find another way forward."

Danzo’s eyes narrowed. "If you continue to hesitate, then I will act. The village cannot afford your indecision."

The door to the Hokage’s office creaked open, and Uchiha Yosuke stepped in, his presence commanding the room. Without a word, he walked to the center of the room, his eyes locking with Danzo’s.

"I think we all know where this is headed," Yosuke said quietly. "Danzo, your methods have always been questionable, and now you're threatening the very foundation of Konoha for your own agenda."

Danzo's eye twitched at the insult, but he remained calm. "You think you can stop me, Yosuke?"

"I don’t need to stop you. I need to make sure we have another way forward," Yosuke replied, his Sharingan flashing dangerously. "You want to use the Wood Release as a weapon, but you fail to see the bigger picture. Konoha’s future doesn’t lie in a weapon. It lies in our people—our alliances, our strength."

Danzo clenched his fists, clearly agitated. "Enough of your ideals, Yosuke. The village needs power. Power is what will ensure our survival."

Yosuke’s gaze hardened, and he took a step forward. "And if that power destroys everything we’ve worked for? What then, Danzo? Is that the price we pay for survival?"

Sarutobi remained silent, watching the confrontation unfold, knowing that the next few decisions would shape Konoha’s future.

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Outside, the setting sun cast a reddish glow over Konoha, a reflection of the growing firestorm within the village itself. The fates of the clans, of the people, and of Konoha

 itself hung in the balance.

As the night fell, Uchiha Yosuke knew that the time for action was nearing. He had to make his move before the village tore itself apart.

But would his choices be enough to change the course of history? Only time would tell.

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