[I've Already Confronted the Five Kage, and the System Just Arrived!] Chapter 283 (Patreon)

The location of the Hagoromo Clan's home hadn't changed.

When Gensou returned with Haru, refreshed after a good sleep, he immediately noticed that everything looked vastly different from his memories.

The buildings were more numerous, taller, and far more luxurious.

The streets were wider, longer, and impeccably clean.

The people bustling about were far greater in number than he remembered, including not only members of his clan but shinobi from other clans such as Senju, Uchiha, Uzumaki, Hyuga, Kaguya, Sarutobi, and even members of the Ino-Shika-Cho trio.

Every notable clan in the shinobi world seemed to have a presence here.

Furthermore, numerous nobles and even daimyō could be seen in elegant attire, moving through the area.

Unlike the arrogance they often displayed elsewhere, these nobles and daimyō acted with remarkable humility here.

It was their presence that elevated the Hagoromo Clan's territory into a bustling, prosperous city—a far cry from the quiet, modest home Gensou had once known.

Though Gensou was initially surprised, he quickly accepted it.

After all, the Hagoromo Clan now ruled the shinobi world from the shadows. Such changes were to be expected.

What mattered most was that the people remained the same.

The faces of his clan—young and old—appeared once more before him, people he had thought he would never see again.

Gensou even spotted Mokuya, still a child, running around in open-crotch pants, playing ninja games with his peers.

Then there was Mori, visibly exasperated from dealing with Deidara's antics, being carried off to fetch soy sauce by his mother.

All the people and moments of the past unfolded vividly before him, as though frozen in time.

Gensou stood still, silently watching, committing every detail to memory.

Eventually, someone noticed him.

"Clan Leader!"
"Hagoromo-sama!"
"Lord Hagoromo!"

First, his clan members approached with reverence and admiration. Soon, shinobi from other clans and even the nobles and daimyō began greeting him.

Their expressions varied—respect, awe, adoration, fear, resentment, and even hatred.

Unlike his clan, the outsiders harbored complex emotions.

But Gensou paid them no mind.

After exchanging a few words with his clan members, he gave a simple nod to the others and continued walking.

No one dared to stop him or express dissatisfaction.

Instead, they stepped aside, offering warm and polite farewells to the shinobi world's uncrowned king.

Beside him, Haru held her head high, sharing in her brother's pride.

She especially enjoyed these moments when Gensou shone in the spotlight—without any of his supposed "wives" around.

Unfortunately for her, such moments were fleeting.

"Well, well, look who it is! Isn't this our dear Hagoromo Gensou-sama?"

The tone was casual, almost mocking.

Gensou's face betrayed a rare flicker of surprise.

Since arriving in this world, this was the first time anyone had addressed him in such a manner.

Curious, he turned toward the voice.

Standing in front of a sake bar was a stunning woman with long black hair, a mature, elegant face, and a chest that rivaled—or perhaps surpassed—that of Tsunade or Samui. She held a sake jar in one hand and eyed him lazily, her tone carrying a hint of intoxicated mischief.

Before Gensou could figure out who she was, Haru cheerfully greeted her.

"Hello, Chikyu-nee-san!"

Gensou froze.

Chikyu-nee-san?

Before he could react further, Chikyu strode over, roughly ruffling Haru's hair with her free hand.

"Ah, Haru, you sweet little thing. If only your brother could be half as considerate as you. He didn't even greet me after returning."

She shot Gensou a sharp look, her eyes sparkling with mock annoyance.

Gensou was at a loss for words.

Piecing together what he had learned since arriving, he deduced her identity.

So, this world's version of me... really got married?

To not just one woman, but several?

This world, after all, was shaped by the desires of his own subconscious.

Did that mean these relationships were part of his heart's hidden wishes?

The thought gave him a headache.

But the headache was only beginning.

"Sweet little Haru, want a sip of sake? I'll let you try just a little," Chikyu said, her playful tone tinged with mischief as she hugged Haru tightly.

Though initially struggling, Haru froze at the offer, glancing curiously at the sake jar before sneaking a look at Gensou.

"No, no, I'm still a child!" Haru said aloud, though her small hand gestured covertly to Chikyu, signaling her interest.

Gensou's face darkened.

It wasn't just the adults—now even his little sister was behaving irresponsibly.

Before he could intervene, another figure arrived and took action first.

A slender hand grabbed Haru by the collar, pulling her away.

"Chikyu-nee-san! Gently! Gently!" Haru protested as she dangled in the air.

The new arrival was a tall, elegant woman in a sleek black combat outfit that accentuated her lithe frame. With one hand holding Haru and the other resting on the hilt of her blade, Uchiha Rin glared sternly at Chikyu.

"Haru is still a child. What kind of elder encourages drinking at her age?"

"Oh, relax," Chikyu said, puffing out her chest provocatively. "Haru brought back our man all by herself. She's practically a grown-up ninja. What's a little sake?"

As she spoke, Chikyu intentionally glanced at Rin's far less prominent chest, her smug smile deepening.

Rin's expression immediately darkened.

Chikyu chuckled. "What's the matter? Feeling insecure? Trying to pick a fight already? I guess it's true what they say about Uchiha—always itching for a battle, no matter where they go."

Rin wasn't one for words. "Stupid cow," she muttered before gripping her blade's hilt.

If this Senju fool wanted a fight, so be it.

Her Sharingan activated, the three tomoe spinning in her eyes.

Seeing this, Chikyu became serious, clenching her fists as chakra began to gather around them.

"Big Brother Gensou! They're about to fight! Stop them!" Haru called out, darting back to Gensou's side.

Wait a minute...

Gensou was utterly baffled.

Wasn't it supposed to be just two women—a Senju and an Uzumaki?

Where did this Uchiha "sister-in-law" come from?

Did his sister mess up the matchmaking, or...?

Before he could question Haru, another figure dashed onto the scene—a fiery-haired girl who quickly took a stand beside Chikyu.

In that instant, Gensou felt like he finally understood everything.

(End of Chapter)

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