The Chidori in Uchiha Gin's hand was compressed into fine steel needles under his chakra control. This was a new skill he developed after learning the Chidori technique from the original story's Sasuke.
"Chidori: Eiso!"
Guiding the small but highly charged Chidori, he thrust it directly at the spot between the woman's collarbones. Her shocked expression barely had time to register before the Chidori pierced her body, sending her into violent spasms. Her secret technique, which was halfway through activation, failed, and she was humiliatingly absorbed by the falling ripple-like light barrier from above.
Closing his Byakugan, Uchiha Gin felt his energy replenish instantly and nodded in satisfaction at his growing efficiency.
"The backyard refreshes with a random skill every day: [Yin Seal]. You have obtained the Yin Seal."
[Yin Seal: An S-class medical sealing technique. A diamond-shaped mark appears on the forehead, allowing precise chakra control for instant healing and enhanced attacks, increasing speed. Skilled users can maintain youth and peak physical condition by using a low output of chakra from the Hundred Healings Seal.]
Note: Only females, aside from the host, can learn this technique.
Overjoyed at gaining such a skill, Uchiha Gin immediately clicked to learn it. As information about the Yin Seal surged into his mind, he tried channeling his chakra, and soon, a diamond-shaped mark appeared on his smooth forehead. Unlike the usual mark, this one was a darker hue, almost black with a purple tinge that bordered on red.
Satisfied with his rewards, Uchiha Gin returned to his mansion. Six years had passed, yet the house, a product of wood release, looked as pristine as ever. As he pushed open the door, he spotted a busy figure moving about the room. Raising his eyebrows, he asked,
"Itama, what are you cooking today?"
"Fish, obviously. What else?"
The busy figure, hearing Uchiha Gin's voice, didn't stop working but replied in an impatient tone.
"Watch your tone!" Uchiha Gin fumed, readying himself.
"Eat it or leave!" The other responded nonchalantly, unfazed by the threat.
"I'll just go wash my hands," Gin muttered, the threat merely a prelude to washing up.
As he sat quietly at the dining table, watching Senju Itama work in the kitchen, Uchiha Gin felt a wave of contentment. Six years had passed, and the kid had grown up, capable of handling things on his own in the kitchen.
"Here, you fuzzy-haired baboon. Sweet and sour fish," said the eleven-year-old Senju Itama, wearing a custom apron and serving up the dish. As Gin eyed the glossy sauce, his appetite surged, and he immediately took a bite, savoring the flavor with a blissful expression.
"Not bad, you've got 70% of my skill," Uchiha Gin lied while indulging himself. Itama, having taken off his apron, rolled his eyes dramatically at the remark.
Turning to look at the boy beside him, who once looked like a bean sprout, Gin noted how much Itama had grown in the past six years. The kid had shot up like he was on steroids.
Though Itama was still slim, his black-and-white hair was now fully black, draping over his shoulders. His pale skin, the result of rarely going outside, contrasted with his now sharper, handsome features. The baby fat was gone, and his once-round face had transformed into a delicate, oval shape, making him look like a gentle, beautiful youth.
"You should eat more. You hardly have any muscle. I keep telling you, boys with some muscle are more popular."
With an expression of concern, Uchiha Gin picked up a piece of fish with his saliva-covered chopsticks and placed it in front of Itama, offering advice like a seasoned adult.
"Are you even qualified to lecture me? You're thirty and haven't even held a woman's hand," Itama retorted angrily, turning away.
"I've been taking care of you! Otherwise, I'd already be with XXX!" Gin protested, feeling exposed and flustered by Banma's comeback.
"Heh," Itama snorted coldly.
Just then, a series of loud knocks saved Uchiha Gin from further embarrassment. He quickly dashed to the door, opening it to reveal two handsome young men standing outside. Uchiha Gin enthusiastically welcomed them in.
"Madara, Izuna! Long time no see. What brings you here today?"
The visitors were none other than the twenty-year-old Uchiha Madara and the sixteen-year-old Uchiha Izuna. Their once-youthful faces had taken on the cold, proud expression typical of the Uchiha clan, though upon seeing Uchiha Gin, their faces softened into warm smiles.
"Cousin, don't you remember what today is?" Izuna, now standing at 1.7 meters and resembling Sasuke from later years, smiled broadly, all traces of earlier indifference gone.
"What day?" Uchiha Gin asked, puzzled, before glancing at the calendar on the wall.
"Singles' Day?" he guessed uncertainly.
"It's your big day!" Izuna reminded him, exasperated.
"While I am single, that's hardly something to celebrate," Gin thought to himself. He had been too focused on his system tasks to date, dedicating his days to grinding missions and nights to clearing the backyard, with no time for romance. After all, as the saying goes, "A man with no thoughts of women will have unparalleled swordsmanship." Women would only slow down his progress in gathering fragments.
"It's your birthday," Madara finally chimed in.
Madara, now twenty, already showed signs of becoming the fearsome "Shinobi of the Bloody Mist" from the future. After awakening the Sharingan a few years ago, he had been intensively trained and thrown into battles, where he quickly matured from a playful cousin into a cold, stoic warrior—a transformation that saddened Uchiha Gin.
"My birthday? I completely forgot," Gin said, slapping his forehead. He had been so absorbed in grinding that even his thirtieth birthday had slipped his mind. Luckily, his caring cousins had remembered, or the milestone would have passed unnoticed.
"Haha, here's your gift," Izuna said, pulling a small package from behind his back and handing it to Gin. "I got this from the Akimichi clan. They say it's a potion that makes people grow bigger. I thought you might need it, cousin."
Grinning mischievously, Izuna leaned in to explain the origin of the gift, giving Gin a conspiratorial pat on the shoulder.
"I swear—" Gin began, barely containing his urge to curse. Izuna was still young, easily fooled by others. Clearly, Gin still had work to do in educating him.
After some polite refusal, Gin "reluctantly" accepted the potion, vowing to destroy it later when no one was around to clear his name.
"This is from me," Madara said, speaking more than usual. He rarely said much unless in the heat of battle, where he occasionally showed his wild side. Now, with an uncharacteristic warmth, he handed Gin a weapon wrapped in cloth.
"This is a sword I took from the samurai of the Land of Iron. It's made entirely of chakra-conducting metal, and its energy transmission is exceptional."
As Uchiha Gin took the sword, his eyes lit up. Its design was reminiscent of the ancient Chinese swords he admired, filling him with a sense of nostalgia. He gladly accepted the gift, holding the weapon in his hand, unable to put it down.
"Come on, let's eat together!" Gin invited them, leading the way to the dining table and calling out to Itama in the kitchen.
"Hurry up, Itama! Set two more places for Madara and Izuna."
As Madara sat down, Izuna quietly whispered to Gin, "Cousin, how long do you plan to keep this kid around?"