The Yakuza's Heir

Part 7

The sun was just beginning to cast its golden light over the Senju house as the breakfast table was being set. Hashirama, Tsunade, Nawaki, and Tobirama were gathered, discussing the previous night's events.

"I still don't understand why you allowed Sakura to go out with Sasuke," Nawaki said, his tone still tinged with disapproval. "We don't know what happened, and it could have been dangerous."

Tobirama nodded in agreement. "There are risks involved with allowing such freedoms. We should be more cautious."

Tsunade, always quick to brush off unnecessary worries, interjected with a hint of exasperation. "You don't even care about Sakura enough to be concerned, Dad. Ignore them. She's fine."

Just then, Sakura walked into the room, her face glowing with the happiness of the previous night. She was dressed casually but elegantly, her demeanor radiating excitement. The room's atmosphere shifted as she entered.

"Good morning!" Sakura greeted cheerfully, her smile brightening the room.

Hashirama looked up from his coffee, his eyes softening as he took in Sakura's radiant expression. "How was your date?"

"It was the best date ever!" Sakura exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable.

Tsunade raised an eyebrow, her expression neutral. "It was your only date ever, but I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Sakura pouted slightly at the comment, but quickly recovered. She sat down at the table, eagerly reaching for a stack of pancakes.

"Grandpa," Sakura began, her tone a mix of excitement and pleading. "Would you come shopping for dresses with me for the banquet?"

Hashirama hesitated, glancing at Tsunade and then at Sakura, whose hopeful eyes were impossible to ignore.

"I don't know, Sakura," Hashirama started, trying to maintain his stance. "I have a lot to do..."

Sakura's pout deepened, and she leaned in closer. "Please, Grandfather? I'd really love your help. It's important to me."

Hashirama sighed, unable to resist her earnest plea. "Alright, Sakura. I'll go with you. But only because you asked so nicely."

Sakura's face lit up with joy as she thanked him profusely. The conversation turned to other topics as breakfast continued, but the excitement of the upcoming shopping trip added a light and cheerful undertone to the morning.

As the family ate, Hashirama couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—pride in his granddaughter's happiness, concern over the previous night's events, and a resigned acceptance of his upcoming shopping trip. Despite his reservations, he knew it was moments like these that made family bonds stronger.

The Senju house was bustling with activity as a multitude of dresses arrived, each carefully packaged and awaiting Sakura's scrutiny. Hashirama, caught up in a flurry of important matters and unable to leave the estate, had arranged for the dresses to be delivered to ensure that Sakura's debut would be nothing short of spectacular.

Sakura, in the privacy of her room, eagerly tried on various gowns, modeling each one for her grandfather. Hashirama was seated comfortably in an armchair, his attention fixed on the parade of dresses as Sakura emerged from the changing room.

"How about this one, Grandpa?" Sakura asked, twirling in a sleek, red gown.

Hashirama considered the dress thoughtfully. "It's a lovely color, but I think we should go with something more classic. Perhaps black?"

Sakura sighed, her face reflecting a mix of disappointment and determination. "I really like red, but I understand. Let's see what else we have."

They continued trying on dresses, each with its own charm. Sakura favored the vibrant reds, while Hashirama leaned toward the elegant blacks. After several options, they finally agreed on a long gown with a striking green that matched the color of Sakura's eyes.