Chapter 583: Chapter 583: The Consequences of Not Getting Married
"Stay at home these days and let your Mito-san help you pick a few suitable girls."
Senju Tobirama looked at Renya’s gloomy face. After a moment of silence, he said,
"You’re not young anymore. It’s time for you to start a family and build a career."
At first, he didn’t really care whether Renya got married or not.
Living alone was carefree anyway, especially for this brat...
But as time passed, he began to have thoughts about Renya’s marriage. Letting this kid remain single forever wasn’t a good idea.
He couldn’t possibly end up like himself—already old and still alone, right?
It just so happened that his sister-in-law wanted to help Renya find a suitable partner, so he decided to use this opportunity to make Renya choose a good girl and get married.
Renya: "???"
"Not young anymore," "start a family"... were those really words Senju Tobirama could say?
Did this old man take the wrong medicine today? Why was he suddenly worrying about his marriage?
He had never interfered in his marriage matters before and never seemed to care whether he married or not.
Yet now the old man had suddenly changed his mind!
Either he had completely changed his attitude, or he was being threatened. Other than those two possibilities, Renya couldn’t think of any explanation for Tobirama’s behavior.
"Uncle, did you get something wrong?" Renya rolled his eyes and said irritably, "You’re not even married yourself—what right do you have to tell me to get married!"
This old guy was already sixty or seventy and still alone. If not for his good luck when he was young—adopting Renya as his son—the old fossil would’ve long been killed by the Gold and Silver Brothers.
Renya never urged Tobirama to marry, yet this guy was now meddling in his business.
Where did this old man even get the nerve to tell him to get married?!
"I don’t need to marry because you’ll take care of me when I’m old. If you don’t marry, who will take care of you?" Senju Tobirama shot back mercilessly. "Are you planning to let your three disciples support you in old age?"
When it came to Renya’s future retirement life, Tobirama felt none of those three disciples were reliable!
One had left the village and wandered around the ninja world’s women’s bathhouses, sometimes not returning for months.
One stayed in casinos every day as a walking money dispenser, known among gamblers as the "fat sheep," never once winning any money.
One spent all day in the laboratory—either resting or experimenting—and even needed Renya, his teacher, to personally deliver meals.
If those three were really responsible for taking care of Renya in the future...
In Tobirama’s imagination, the scene thirty years later—
"I’m out of money! Give me money! I need to gamble!"
"Tsunade, can you stop gambling? You’ve already lost all the money at home..." The elderly Renya sat in a wheelchair, desperately pleading with Tsunade, whose eyes were red from losing.
"I don’t care! Sell the house already! Trust me—I’ll definitely win back everything I lost!"
In the end, Tsunade ignored Renya’s objections, took the property deed, and headed for the casino, leaving Renya alone watching her departing back while silently shedding tears.
Orochimaru finished a day of experiments and arrived at Renya’s residence, completely exhausted.
"I’m hungry. Hurry up and cook." Orochimaru’s eyes flickered. "You didn’t deliver lunch today. I starved all afternoon, and I’m very unhappy!"
"Sorry, Orochimaru," Renya explained bitterly. "Jiraiya was caught peeking at the women’s bath again and arrested by the security force. I went to bail him out at noon, so I didn’t have time to cook for you."
Orochimaru showed no expression after hearing this and said coldly,
"I’ll let it slide this time. If there’s a next time, I’ll tie you to the experiment table!"
"Teacher knows he was wrong."
Renya replied weakly, then wheeled himself into the kitchen to cook.
After the meal, Orochimaru wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and left without looking back, leaving only one sentence behind.
"Remember to deliver my meal tomorrow."
Renya watched his departing figure, sighed silently, then cleaned the dishes alone and washed everything in the kitchen.
After finishing all this, just as Renya was about to lie down and sleep, a group of people barged into the courtyard.
The leader held a property deed in his hand.
"Tsunade already lost this house to me. Pack your things and get out tonight!"
In the end, Renya was lifted together with his wheelchair and thrown out of the courtyard. He crashed miserably onto the ground. Looking at the shattered wheelchair and then at the tightly closed gate, tears uncontrollably streamed down his face.
Without the wheelchair, he could only crawl forward using his hands. His fingers were worn raw, flesh torn and bleeding.
After who knew how long, he finally arrived in front of a grave and used the last of his strength to lean against the tombstone.
"Uncle... I was wrong. I should’ve listened to you back then..."
At that moment, Renya was filled with regret. He regretted not listening to his uncle and getting married and having children.
If only he had obeyed back then, he wouldn’t have ended up like this.
Those three disciples were completely unreliable...
Crying and crying, Renya closed his eyes forever in front of the grave. By the time his body was discovered, it had already begun to rot.
And his three disciples didn’t care at all—one gambling with bloodshot eyes, one drooling while peeking at women’s baths, and one fully absorbed in research inside the laboratory.
Passing villagers said:
"Tsk tsk, how pitiful..."
"Who would’ve thought such a powerful figure would end up so tragically?"
"See? This is the consequence of not getting married!"
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"Uncle, Uncle..."
Renya noticed Senju Tobirama suddenly spacing out for quite a while, so he instinctively waved his hand in front of his eyes.
What was this old man thinking about so deeply?
Tobirama snapped back to reality and stared at the still relatively young Renya with a complicated expression.
If this kid didn’t get married, his future might really turn out exactly like what he had just imagined.
"Kid, no matter what you say, you’re definitely getting married!"
Renya: "???"
He could clearly feel the change in Tobirama’s tone. Earlier it was just persuasion—now it sounded like a firm order!
What had this old man just imagined that caused such a drastic change in such a short time?!
"Did you take the wrong medicine?"
"I’m perfectly healthy. I didn’t take any medicine," Senju Tobirama said. "If you don’t marry, have you thought about retirement? Are you really planning to let those three disciples take care of you?"
"The way you say it—it’s not like I’d even agree if they wanted to take care of me."
Renya rolled his eyes. If those three unreliable troublemakers handled his retirement, the rest of his life would be pure suffering.
"As for my retirement, you don’t need to worry about it."
It wasn’t like he lacked money. When he got old, he could simply hire caregivers.
If that didn’t work, he could always go to a retirement home together with Danzō.
As long as he wasn’t completely unable to walk, there was nothing to worry about.
Two grumpy old men taking care of each other wasn’t such a bad idea either...
