"By the way, I told you before, right? That I have a lot of wives."
"Not at all."
On the way home, Yorin said that to Hikari.
"You'll all get along great," he told her.
Hikari didn't answer out loud, but inside she felt a quiet resistance.
Just like earlier—Hikari was an introverted, socially anxious kid. The idea of dealing with people made her instinctively uncomfortable.
If she had a choice, she wanted to be alone with Yorin. Just the two of them. That was enough.
Of course, Yorin wasn't going to allow that.
Being alone together would definitely speed up "bonding," but it could also make Hikari's dependence and attachment spiral into something unhealthy—something borderline yandere.
And if Hikari ever demanded he choose between her and the rest of his harem, Yorin would be completely stuck.
So instead of letting a bloody "harem civil war" happen later, it was better to introduce everyone early—let them meet, acknowledge each other's existence, and become familiar, maybe even friends.
Yorin honestly believed his women were good women. Even if they were unhappy at first, once they saw how pitiable and adorable Hikari was, their "big sister / motherly" instincts would kick in, and Hikari would finally get the warmth of a real home.
Yep. That was definitely going to happen.
Definitely.
"UCHIHA Yorin!!!"
The moment Yorin stepped through the door, Tsunade's voice hit him like a thunderclap—full volume, full fury.
Then she charged him like a rampaging war elephant.
"Everyone's saying you picked up another cute girl for your harem—what the hell is going on?! Explain yourself!!"
…
Seeing Tsunade storm in like that, Hikari's Sharingan activated instantly.
And she very nearly launched Amaterasu—until Yorin grabbed her wrist.
"Not an enemy," he said quickly. "She's one of ours."
"…?"
"Senju?"
"One of ours?"
"Yes, yes. We made peace with the Senju clan. I told you that, remember?"
Tsunade: "Don't ignore me, you bastard—explain—this kid… huh?"
Once Tsunade's attention focused on Hikari, she immediately sensed something wrong.
That chakra. That pressure. Those eyes—Mangekyō-level, and she looked like a child… maybe only a few years older than Itachi.
What kind of monster had Yorin dragged home?
And the more she thought about it, the more she understood why he'd brought her back.
With eyes like that, Hikari was a must-recruit.
"I told you all already," Yorin said. "This is Hikari. She also has another name—'Nameless.' But that name sucks, so we're calling her Hikari. Come on, Hikari—this is Senju-nee. You'll be living together, so be friends, okay?"
Hikari stared at Tsunade with a guarded, hostile look and made no attempt to respond.
While that was happening, Pakura and Yugito stepped forward too—his "official" wives—and they looked at Hikari with curiosity… and the same shock Tsunade had felt.
Behind them came Kurotsuchi, Temari, and Samui and Mabui.
They were "wives," sure—but since they didn't have Kage-tier combat power, people treated them more like consorts than equals.
Yorin never tried to enforce rankings in the harem.
But the women themselves insisted on doing it.
That was just the Warring States mindset still lingering in the ninja world—old feudal habits that wouldn't vanish overnight.
Even something as dramatic as the French Revolution eventually produced Napoleon and a return to monarchy.
So even after toppling the daimyō and building a republic, there would still be more revolutions later—against old feudal rot and against new, terrifying capitalism.
Of course, by then, Uchiha Yorin wouldn't be involved.
He'd retire, and spend his days cuddling cute girls in peace.
…Even if, by then, he'd probably be immortal with Six Paths-level power.
…
Except for Mei—still stationed in Kirigakure—everyone was here.
And their faces all carried that same stunned expression.
They were smart. After the shock faded, they understood what this meant.
Whether she was called Uchiha Hikari or Uchiha Nameless, with her strength and background—and with how Yorin looked at her—she was absolutely going to be brought into the harem, protected, "handled," and kept safely under control before she was ever allowed to roam freely.
Once they accepted that, the irritation didn't disappear… but their gazes softened into something genuinely warm.
Even without Yorin, Hikari was a cute, pitiable child. Any decent woman would want to hug her, comfort her, and treat her well.
And that's exactly what happened.
They took Hikari's hands, fussed over her, asked endless questions:
"How old are you, little sister?"
"Have you ever been to school?"
"What have you been taking? Medicine? Ration pills?"
Hikari felt intensely uncomfortable.
She wasn't just socially anxious—she also didn't know how to handle kindness.
All these older women staring at her with concern made her feel awkward and lost.
She glanced around helplessly, unsure how to respond.
Then, as if by instinct, she turned to Yorin—hoping he'd tell her what to do.
Yorin did.
"Don't crowd her too much," he said to the others. "Hikari's really shy."
If anyone from "Nameless's era" had heard him say that, they would've assumed Yorin had brain damage.
Hikari—shy? The mass-murder weapon? Please.
And yet… being described that way did make Hikari feel embarrassed.
Being the Uchiha's ultimate killing tool had caused her misery and loneliness—but it also gave her pride, and a kind of identity.
That pride wasn't going to vanish just because Yorin smiled at her.
…Maybe it would take a few more smiles.
…
And so, Uchiha Hikari moved into the Uchiha household—under the public identity of Uchiha Yorin's fiancée.
Before long, everyone noticed how much he liked her.
The Yorin who normally went out "to handle business" and came back having erased a nation or wiped out a village… suddenly stayed in Konoha.
Every day, aside from processing endless paperwork for Konoha, the Five-Village Alliance, the Uchiha conglomerate, and the "Ninshū/Akatsuki" framework…
…he spent time with his wives.
He took Hikari to parks, amusement areas, supermarkets, and big shopping centers. Sometimes he even brought her to orphanages and schools.
Even if her actual age was older than everyone there, mentally she was still a child. Yorin even tried to get her into schooling—she refused, but it was still a useful attempt.
…
When she saw Yorin look genuinely disappointed that she refused "re-education," Hikari felt something strange—almost like guilt.
A pressing urge to do something for him.
Before, she'd never cared.
The people who used her as a weapon never praised her and never tried to please her. They only gave orders.
So she never developed a sense of "I want to do this" or "I don't want to do that."
But here—comfortable living, good food, kind older women (she still didn't really understand what "fiancée" or "spouses" meant)—all of it sparked a desire to move forward.
That desire kept growing until she finally asked Yorin something blunt.
"So… is there anyone you want dead?" she said. "Tell me their name, and I'll kill them."
"Why would you say that?" Yorin asked.
"Because…"
Even Hikari didn't understand the feeling herself. She just stared at him, then gave the only answer her old programming could produce.
"I'm a ninja. Ninjas need missions, so…"
Yorin understood.
Was she uneasy—trying to "earn" the right to stay, to accept kindness without feeling like she owed blood for it?
That wasn't a bad instinct. It was better than the idiots who thought they deserved everything by birthright.
But even so, Yorin had no intention of letting her go back to killing.
"Good mindset," he said. "But unfortunately, I don't have any missions for you right now."
He smiled, gentle and firm.
"If you want a job… how about helping me instead?"