Naruto: Wooing Tsunade from Day One!-Chapter 378: The Date Is Set

At that moment, Ginji no longer felt the need to correct the misunderstanding. As long as his great-grandmother was content, that was all that mattered.

"Hello," the little girl murmured timidly, her eyes darting around as though searching for a safe place to land. She didn't even manage to say her name.

"This child is timid; I'm sorry to have you see that," the fat lady said apologetically, patting her daughter's head.

"It's fine. It's good for a girl to be like this," Mito replied, her tone kind. Her thoughts drifted briefly to Tsunade and Kushina, and she couldn't help but think that being timid and introverted was far from a bad thing.

"Haha, I feel the same way," the fat lady said, her expression lighting up. She suddenly felt as though she had found a kindred spirit in Mito, and her plump cheeks rounded even more as she smiled.

"Let's chat again sometime. We have things to do," Mito said politely, gently steering the conversation toward its conclusion. They were strangers after all, and Mito had more pressing matters to attend to—figuring out suitable dates for Nawaki and Misaki, for one.

"Okay, I won't keep you. I'll see you again if we're meant to," the fat lady replied with a nod. Realizing Mito wasn't looking to prolong the conversation, she stepped aside to clear the way.

"See you later," Ginji said with a friendly wave toward the little girl before Mito led him away.

After they had walked some distance and left the woman and her daughter behind, Mito broke the silence. "What, do you think Great-Grandma is too old?"

"No, how could that be!" Ginji replied, quick on his feet. "Great-Grandma is the youngest and most beautiful."

"You little rascal, you're just trying to make me happy," Mito said, her tone both amused and teasing. "Then why did you want to explain just now?"

"I didn't think it was right to mess with the generations," Ginji answered earnestly. "Besides, with Great-Grandma being so young and pretty, it would have made their jaws drop," he added cheekily. Though his tone was light, the sentiment was genuine. In his eyes, Mito, with her enduring kindness, was even more beautiful than his mother.

"You're such a smooth talker," Mito said, her voice a mix of amusement and delight.

As they continued walking, Ginji's eyes lit up when they passed a dumpling shop with a long line of customers. "Great-Grandma, I want to eat red bean dumplings," he said eagerly.

It wasn't that he was especially craving the sweet treats—he simply enjoyed the feeling of being doted on.

"Let's go," Mito said, seemingly having forgotten Tsunade's earlier words of caution. She led Ginji toward the dumpling shop with a calm demeanor. Despite the long queue, Mito showed no impatience, maintaining a faint, serene smile.

By the time the two emerged with several skewers of dumplings in hand, half an hour had passed.

"Great-Grandma, you should have one too," Ginji said, holding up a skewer from which he had already taken a bite. He brought it to Mito's mouth, unconcerned that their tastes differed.

"Yes." Mito, who wouldn't even touch leftovers from Hashirama, accepted Ginji's gesture of kindness without hesitation. If Hashirama could see her now, he would undoubtedly feel a twinge of jealousy.

"Is it sweet?" Ginji asked eagerly as he watched her take a bite.

"Yes, our Ginji is the sweetest," Mito replied, chewing with an expression of genuine enjoyment as her eyes narrowed in delight.

"Heh heh~" Ginji chuckled, clearly pleased with her words, and his footsteps grew lighter with pride.

The pair continued down the busy street, weaving through a few alleys before arriving in front of a modest mansion. The unassuming structure stood in stark contrast to Ginji's expectations.

"Is this the place?" Ginji asked, eyeing the simple gate skeptically. In his limited understanding, he thought such people—those Mito referred to as swindlers—should live in extravagance.

"Yes," Mito confirmed with a nod. She gently loosened her grip on Ginji's hand, stepping forward to knock on the gate.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Who is it?" came an old voice from within. Moments later, the gate creaked open to reveal an elderly man.

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"It's me. I'm here to trouble you again," Mito said, nodding slightly in greeting.

"It's you, Lady Mito." The old man's eyes lit up in recognition. Seeing her and Ginji clearly, he opened the gate wider. "Please, come in."

"Hello, Grandpa, my name is Ginji Hatake," Ginji said politely, but his gaze quickly shifted away after a brief look at the unremarkable and somewhat disheveled old man.

"You too," the old man replied. His rough demeanor softened into an awkward smile. "So this is Lady Hokage's son. As expected, smart and polite."

The old man gestured for them to enter, his hand outstretched in invitation.

"Naughty boy, bringing him along to join the fun," he remarked, though his tone carried no malice.

"Sorry to trouble you," Mito said, taking Ginji's hand as they stepped inside together.

The old man wasted no time. Quick and efficient, he closed the door and moved ahead to guide them further into the house. He hadn't forgotten Mito's generous payment from her last visit, and he had no doubt he was in for another profitable encounter today.

He led them into a quiet, well-kept room. The environment was unexpectedly tidy, given the exterior of the mansion. Once Mito and Ginji were seated, the old man stepped out briefly and returned with tea, which he placed on the table before sitting across from them.

"I came today to find an auspicious date for my grandson's wedding," Mito began, wasting no time. She retrieved a slip of paper from her pocket and placed it on the table. "Here are their birth dates."

Ginji sat quietly beside her, his curiosity piqued as he glanced around the room. Though intrigued, he remained silent.

"Congratulations, then," the old man said, offering his good wishes before picking up the slip of paper. Written on it were the birth dates of Nawaki and Misaki.

Without any elaborate props or dramatic flair, he began to twiddle his fingers, his expression serious as if performing precise calculations.

"Tsk tsk, a match made in heaven," he muttered, but then paused abruptly. "Two months... not quite right."

He quickly adjusted his tone upon noticing Mito's slight frown. "Twenty-three days from now is a good day," he offered confidently.

Mito's expression relaxed into a satisfied smile. The old man clearly had a knack for reading people's reactions.

"Thank you," Mito said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a few large bills. She placed them neatly on the table. Ginji's eyes widened in shock. This old man was making money far too easily!

"It's all part of my job," the old man replied calmly, as though unaffected by the generous payment. He wrote the date down neatly on a slip of paper and handed it back to Mito. The handwriting was surprisingly elegant, a stark contrast to his shabby appearance.

"Then I won't intrude any further. Goodbye," Mito said, satisfied with the outcome. She had no intention of lingering unnecessarily.

"I'll see you out," the old man said as he stood. Leading the way with practiced ease, he never so much as glanced at the stack of bills on the table, acting as if money was of little concern.

"Thank you," Mito said as she took Ginji's hand again. Together, they followed the old man out of the room. The walk was short, and soon they were standing outside the mansion.

The old man closed the door behind them, a pleased smile spreading across his face. What a good day!