Scene: Yamanaka Household – Inojin’s Room – Morning

  Inojin hunched over his sketchbook, the pencil dancing across the paper. Sai quietly stepped into the room, noticing the faint glow of concentration in his adopted son’s eyes.

  Sai (curious):

  “Inojin… what are you drawing?”

  Inojin froze, glancing nervously at Sai.

  “…Uh… just something, nothing important.”

  Sai raised an eyebrow, moving closer. He peeked over Inojin’s shoulder—and his eyes widened.

  Sai (soft chuckle, startled):

  “Himawari… huh?” He pinched Inojin’s nose lightly.

  “Why do you look so startled, boy?”

  Inojin (blushing furiously):

  “I-it’s nothing! I’m just… practicing…”

  Ino entered the room, noticing the tension. She peeked at the sketch and immediately gasped softly.

  “Isn’t that the girl Ryouta’s been… looking at?”

  Sai nodded slowly.

  “That kid… he loves his dad a lot. Even if he’s adopted, Ryouta is shaping up to be a carbon copy of Sasuke.”

  Ino crossed her arms, sighing thoughtfully.

  “I know. Back when Sakura and I were younger… Ryouta always flocked around her. Even during girl-night hangouts, I could feel his presence above us, like a hawk watching over Sakura.”

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  Sai smirked, shaking his head.

  “If he becomes even ten percent of that… our son is going to face the toughest competition in the world.”

  Ino’s eyes narrowed, a mix of admiration and worry.

  “Do you really think our son can handle that?”

  Sai’s gaze turned thoughtful.

  “Ryouta comes from a different world. Madara and Kaguya… they were his parents. Sure, they’re gone, but Kaguya, while dying, brought him here. Sasuke and Sakura raised him. That kid’s a powerhouse. And those two… well, they caused the Fourth Great Ninja War in our universe.”

  Ino exhaled.

  “I just hope our son can measure up.”

  Sai smiled with quiet confidence.

  “He can. We can train him. He can combine my drawing skills with your power. He’ll be even stronger.”

  Ino blinked.

  “You mean… a fight could really happen?”

  Sai’s eyes darkened slightly, recalling the strength Ryouta carried.

  “If Ryouta has even one-fourth of Sasuke’s possessiveness… he could break heaven itself for her. Just like Sasuke would do for Sakura.”

  Ino let out a soft sigh. Together, they turned to look at Inojin, who was now quietly admiring the picture of Himawari he had drawn.

  Ino (softly):

  “You know… he always feared he couldn’t draw well. But now… seeing Himawari as his model… she almost looks like a goddess, doesn’t she?”

  Sai nodded, smiling.

  “That’s exactly how our son sees her. That’s the perspective he carries.”

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  Scene: Uchiha Household – Kitchen – Afternoon

  Ryouta sat at the kitchen counter, staring at his reflection in the shiny surface of a teacup. His star Rinnegan glimmered in his left eye, the Rinnegan in his right eye.

  Ryouta:

  “Mama… do I look… pretty? Do you think girls would like me?”

  Sakura flicked his forehead lightly.

  “You know, your dad did this whenever he doubted himself. Think of this as my way of answering your fears.”

  Ryouta pouted slightly.

  “Hey! I’m asking something important!”

  Sakura smiled warmly, continuing her cooking.

  “You are everything I need in my son… and Sarada is everything I need in my daughter.”

  Ryouta grinned, the tension easing from his shoulders.

  “…Thanks, Mama.”

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  Scene: Café – Afternoon

  Chocho leaned toward Sarada, whispering conspiratorially.

  “You know… Inojin likes Himawari.”

  Sarada nearly dropped her coffee.

  “WHATTTTTTT?!”

  Chocho smirked.

  “Girly… yes.”

  Sarada blinked, flustered, then paused.

  “But my big brother… Ryouta… likes her too.”

  Chocho giggled, leaning back.

  “Ohhh… there’s more gossip where that came from.”

  They whispered and laughed, the café filled with the soft hum of innocent chaos.

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  Scene: Hokage’s Office – Evening

  Yuta stepped inside, summoned by Naruto. The room felt heavy with expectation.

  Naruto frowned slightly, worry etched across his face.

  “Yuta… everything okay?”

  Shikamaru smirked, leaning casually against the desk.

  “Congratulations, Yuta. You’re next in line to lead the Hyuga Clan.”

  Yuta rolled his eyes, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

  “Uncle… I want to say your line here.”

  Shikamaru blinked.

  “…What?”

  Yuta groaned, shrugging.

  “What a drag.”

  Both Shikamaru and Naruto exchanged a glance, half exasperated, half amused