The next day.
Early morning.
Little Naruto stretched out lazily.
Slowly opening his eyes,
he looked at the sunlight streaming in and narrowed his eyes, his expression carrying a hint of loneliness: "Is it a dream?"
Yesterday, he had a dream.
In that dream, he lay on a strong and warm back.
Soft, yet very comforting.
This was a warmth he had never experienced in four years.
For a moment, he actually felt a little reluctant to wake up.
He even wanted to cover his head and sleep again.
Three minutes later.
Little Naruto, after struggling for a while, finally made up his mind and got up.
Snap.
But the moment he stood up, his blue pupils suddenly contracted.
Looking at the beard in front of him, he murmured: "What? It turns out I'm still dreaming. Let's continue sleeping..."
Three more minutes later, he yanked off the quilt.
He jumped out of bed and looked around the house, which was as neat as new.
His face trembled slightly: "No, no, it's not a dream..."
"And ramen! Ahhh, milk! And milk!"
Coo Coo—
His stomach started to growl.
The feeling of hunger made him run straight for the milk jar.
He opened it and took a sip, tilting his head back.
Gudu gudu.
"Hey, why does this taste better than mine?..."
With doubt, the four-year-old Naruto raised his head and drank the milk cleanly.
He even licked the mouth of the bottle.
"Uncle Yile must be invited to try it if it tastes so delicious..."
Thinking this, he clenched two packets of milk in his hands and ran downstairs.
Outside the window,
Kakashi looked at the newly published book in his hand. After glancing at it, his expression remained calm and unchanged.
But the right hand holding the book tightened slightly.
He murmured: "It turns out that no one really taught this child that expired milk should not be drunk..."
Inside, an emotion that was hard to express seemed to spread.
. . . . .
"Woof woof!"
"Ahhhh! Don't chase me!"
"Ouch!"
"Bastard! Uchiha Ember, wait until I grow up; just you wait—ah! No! Not there!"
In Konoha Village,
due to the Yunyin peace talks, a gradually peaceful atmosphere was settling in!
In other words, a series of figures gradually attracted all eyes.
In front, there was a little boy wearing Uchiha clothing, running wildly.
Behind him, a group of Shiba Inus were chasing after him.
Just catching up!
In this scene, the villagers on both sides of the street couldn't help but laugh and comment.
"Oh, that little brat from the Uchiha clan was kicked out by a dog again!"
"Haha, I didn't expect the dignified Uchiha clan to be like this... grounded?"
"No, look at that kid, all flushed and warm!"
"It seems there's no difference between the Uchiha clan and us ordinary people, hahaha!"
Sure enough, children catching cats and teasing dogs were a source of entertainment for all the middle-aged and elderly villagers.
During this process, the villagers' original hostility towards the Uchiha clan seemed to slowly decline.
Some even began to help by pointing out one or two things.
"Run fast, be careful of the trash can in front!"
"Ouch, watch out, there's a wall ahead!"
"Come on, come on! Ergouzi, surpass him!"
During this chase, a teenager wearing green tights suddenly became excited upon seeing it.
"As expected of the Uchiha clan; they can actually think of using such methods to train!"
"This is youth! Let's burn our youth together!"
As he spoke, his small body rushed directly into the dog pack.
And he took the lead!
Over Uchiha Sasuke!
Sasuke: "Super-me???"
After all, it was youthful nature.
After seeing someone pass him, his little temper flared up.
"I'll show you today what a real genius is!"
After saying that, he stomped hard under his feet!
A nice big leap went straight out.
Even Sasuke had time to look back, and the boy in green showed a touch of pride.
It seemed to say: Look, this is the pride of the Uchiha clan!
He clearly saw the boy in green, and his pupils suddenly dilated, even his face turning frightened.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
"Hmph! Look, just a little nudge and he's scared!"
The pride on Sasuke's face grew stronger, and then—
Bang!
Thump!
Snap!
"Ouch!" *2.
Two screams, almost simultaneously.
At this time, Rock Lee's voice finally rang out: "Sasuke, be careful! Someone..."
Two four-year-old children, one black and one yellow, collided like fate.
Then they started arguing!
"You! You! How did you run into me?!"
"You don't have eyes; couldn't you see all these dogs?!"
"Ahhhhh! My milk! You, damn brat! You spilled my milk!"
"Hmph! I won't pay you! I haven't asked you to pay for my clothes yet!"
"Clothes? Uchiha? Oh, so it's the dreaded Uchiha kid!"
"Hmph! You yellow-haired brat!"
The two stood in the middle of the road, pointing at each other's noses and arguing.
Next to them, Rock Lee hurriedly bowed left and right, trying to persuade them.
Unfortunately, it failed.
In the end, it turned into a three-way melee...
. . . . .
Uchiha Clan, Conference Hall.
Tomitake was discussing Konoha's handover of the bodies of Nichiwa and the truce with Yunyin.
He poured himself a cup of tea, waved his hand, and said, "Don't worry; as long as we Uchiha stay calm, things will be—"
At that moment, a sudden exclamation came from outside the door.
"Patriarch! Patriarch!"
A clan member ran over anxiously.
"Master of the clan, you need to see this! Sasuke is fighting outside!"
Danglang.
"Sasuke?! What did this kid do again?!"
Now is the sensitive period for the village. Any movement from the Uchiha clan will be magnified several times!
This... harm!
Fugaku, who had been talking eloquently, looked stiff, and his eyebrows twitched.
Suppressing the anger and worry in his heart, he clenched his teacup and asked: "Who did he fight with? Did he win??"
"Uh..." The clan member hesitated before saying strangely, "He's fighting with seven dogs, a green maniac, and a yellow-haired kid."
"Oh, just don't fight with the big clan; he—huh? What did you say? What the hell did Sasuke get into?!"
Uchiha Tomitake raised his head.
"Seven dogs? Or seven?! And a fancy-dress green-haired kid?!"
Realizing what was happening, the teacup in his hand jerked back onto the table!
"Uh—yeah! This traitor!"
In front of him, the tea slowly flowed down the table.
Tick.
Tick.
Some even spilled onto his pants.
But at that moment, Tomitake had no other thoughts; he just wanted to rush over and stuff Sasuke into the teacup!
Wallhead.
"This is... got into trouble?"
Upon hearing the noise, Ember tossed Parker aside and carefully moved toward the wall.
He slowed his breathing.
The whole person was stuck on the wall.
Then—desperately activated the Weak Presence entries!
He secretly thought: If they hit Sasuke, they can't hit me.
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