Banzi sat on the tatami blankly with her dead fish eyes propped up. Her hairs that were not tied up were in a mess, and the sleepiness after waking up rushed into her brain.

'What … What am I going to do?'

With that thought in mind, Banzi stared blankly at the wall with her messy hair.

'Ah … It's four o' clock. I have to pick up the children. '

She sat on the tatami for a while, then immediately got up, combed her hair, washed her face, tidied up her kimono, and put on her outer cover.

The children Banzi adopted were the ones she met at the trust center. Some of the children in Konoha's trust center were children whose parents were out on missions, and some were children whose guardians had died and no one was taking care of them. The trust center was responsible for the three meals a day for these naughty children. After dinner, the ninjas in charge of delivering the babies would take them away one by one. Of course, some of the children were picked up by their grandparents at home, and basically went straight home after school in the afternoon.

When she first entered the village, she did voluntary work at the trust center for more than half a year. Later, she became a regular employee and was assigned to take care of three or four year old children.

The three or four year old short radishes could already run and jump, and had the potential to be naughty children. However, their vocabulary was limited, and they could not speak clearly. Sometimes, they would bite their own tongues when they spoke in a hurry.

Banzi was dragged by a group of radishes to uphold justice. The reason was that a radish was crying because of another radish. That radish, who was sitting on the ground and sobbing, saw her arrive, and immediately started crying again. Banzi had no choice but to squat down and take out a towel to wipe the radish.

Later, she asked about the whole story. Huang Mao, the radish, wanted to play with them, but the child was not willing. The two of them pecked each other like rookies, and one of them bit their tongues.

Banzi was speechless as she looked at the child crying and saying that Huang Mao cast a spell on him, and that he was going to die soon.

Then, Huang Mao gripped Banzi's skirt with a wronged expression and begged her to save the radish and remove the spell.

Sometimes, a child's imagination was quite cute.

Therefore, she punished the two cute children by holding hands for a week.

Later, Banzi found out that Huang Mao's name was Naruto. His parents had passed away a few years ago, and he had no relatives to take care of him. He was bullied by other children in the nursery.

He was practically the main character of a masochistic novel. If she were an adult, she wouldn't be able to take it either.

Banzi claimed to be a warrior of love, so her sympathy instantly soared. She began to take care of Naruto, bringing him some desserts and snacks. When the other children were playing in groups, she would take Naruto to draw.

Generally speaking, children do not hold grudges. The little radish's Huang Mao was warm and cozy, and when he smiled with the six whiskers on his face, he was super — — cute!

Although the adoption procedures were complicated, in the end, Banzi became Naruto's guardian.

There was still some distance from her home. By the time she arrived, there were only a few parents at the gate. Banzi couldn't help but cover her face. She was late!

"Mama Banzi!!!"

It was a familiar voice. In an instant, a Huang Mao plunged into Banzi's arms. The steamed bun complained with a puffed up face, "You're so late today."

"Sorry, I'm late."

Her slender fingers slipped into Naruto's soft hair, stroking his fur like a cat. "Then as compensation, you can decide what to eat for dinner today, Naruto."

"Really!" Naruto Komura opened his blue eyes wide. They were so watery that one could almost see the stars.

F * ck!

He was so cute.

"… Really."

Naruto Komura walked in front, holding Banzi's hand with one hand and supporting his chin with the other, thinking seriously, "I really want to eat ramen, but I need to eat vegetables to grow my body. Today, I finished all the vegetables in my lunchbox. Oh, tomatoes, cabbages, and burdock. But carrots don't count. You cut them into flower shapes, so they can only be considered as decorations and not food!

And … Umm … I still want to eat ramen. "

Umm … So ramen was still the best choice.

She was dragged away by Naruto with a helpless expression. Was this kid the God of Flying Ramen in his previous life? As long as she wasn't cooking, he would act cute and seduce her to eat ramen. No, maybe ramen was in his blood. He was the rare heir of the Ramen Nation.

After dinner, it was getting late. Most of the sun had sunk into the horizon. Naruto's chubby little face was stained with the rosy glow of the sunset.

Banzi returned to the shop and drove Naruto to the room to read.

At noon, Mr. Shisui said that he wanted to get some meatballs. After washing her hands, Banzi put on her apron and began to make meatballs. In fact, the meatballs should be made in three colors. Matcha, milk, and red bean flavors were the usual way to make them. She thought to herself silently. Needless to say, the red bean meatballs were very boring.

At seven or eight o 'clock in the evening, Mr. Shisui rushed to the shop. Banzi gave him the packed meatballs and two strawberry daifu, which were the sweet version.

Naruto Komura heard people talking in the shop. Half of his head poked out of the curtain, and his eyes were wide open.

"Yo, Naruto." Shisui smiled and waved at Naruto.

"Hello, Uncle Shisui."

This person was a regular customer of Banzi's mother's shop. She often heard her mother complain that his taste buds were abnormal.

"How is Naruto doing now?" Shisui turned to ask the woman who had just finished washing.

Banzi put down the plate in her hand and smiled faintly. "It's just so-so."

"Naruto is going to school this year, right?"

"Yeah."

Children in Konoha Village had to go to school at the age of six. When they were twelve, they had to decide whether to pursue a career as a ninja or a normal career.

"The classes in school are very difficult. Naruto Komura, are you scared?" Shisui tapped Naruto Komura's forehead as if he was playing with a puppy.

Naruto walked away and ignored Shisui's strange uncle. He leaned against Banzi's skirt and said in a muffled voice, "Naruto is not scared."

"The teacher will stab you with kunai."

"Naruto is not scared."

"The teacher will hang you from a tree if you don't finish your homework."

"… Naruto is not scared!"

"The strange uncle will breathe fire to burn you."

"Wah!" Huang Mao barked and held back tears.

"Pfft."

This pitiful expression was exactly the same as Hashirama's when he was a child. Although Hashirama still looked the same when he was depressed, for a twenty-year-old man to put on such a pitiful expression … Tobirama Sentete must be having a hard time.

Banzi put down the plate and wiped Naruto's little face.

It was one thing for her to like playing with Naruto, but it was another thing for a domestic child to be played with by a strange uncle.

"Ahem, Mr. Shisui."

Parents need to set an example. Banzi narrowed her eyes and released a murderous aura. "Meatballs are getting cold."

"… Yes, yes."

The curly-haired man felt as if a cool breeze had brushed against his body. He shifted his butt uncomfortably. "Then … I'll go first?"

"Mm." A kind smile.

Root.

Danzō put down the document recording Nine Tails' surveillance and said earnestly to the man kneeling beside him, "Shisui, I asked you to monitor Nine Tails."

"Yes."

"I didn't ask you to freeload."