Infinite Tsukuyomi

Later, she asked about the whole story.

Huang Mao and 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 had cast a demonic spell on him.

He was going to die soon.

Then, Huang Mao also gripped Banzi's skirt with an aggrieved face and begged her to save Radish.

She had to remove the demonic spell.

A child's imagination was sometimes quite cute.

So, the two cute children were punished by her to hold hands for a week.

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

He was simply the protagonist of a sadistic novel. If she was an adult, she would not be able to stand this situation.

Banzi, who prided herself on being a warrior of love, instantly became sympathetic.

She began to take care of Naruto, intentionally or unintentionally.

She brought some desserts and snacks. When the other children were playing in groups, she would take Naruto away to draw.

In general, children did not hold grudges.

Little Radish's Huang Mao was warm.

The six whiskers on his face were super cute when he smiled!

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

There was still some distance from home.

When she arrived, there were only a few parents left at the gate. Banzi could not help but cover her face. She was late!

"Mother Banzi!!!" A familiar voice.

In an instant, a Huang Mao plunged into Banzi's arms.

Steamed Bun pouted and complained.

"You're so late today."

"Sorry, I'm late."

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

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

F * ck!

It was really cute.

"… Really."

Naruto Komura walked in front, holding the Banzi 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, burdock, but carrots don't count. If you cut them into flower shapes, then they can only be considered as decorations, not food!

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

'Hmm … so it's still noodles, right?'

Helplessly, she was dragged away by Naruto. Was this child the God of Flying Ramen in his previous life? As long as she was not cooking, he would act cute and seduce her to eat ramen with him. No, maybe ramen was in his blood. He was the rare heir of the Kingdom of Ramen.

By the time they returned from dinner, it was already late in the evening. Most of the sun had sunk into the horizon, and Naruto's chubby little face was stained with a rosy glow.

When Banzi returned to the shop, she 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 an 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, she was tired of making meatballs that were all red bean flavors.

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 frequent customer of Banzi's mother's shop. She often heard her mother complain that his taste buds were abnormal.

"How's 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?"

"Yes."

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

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

Naruto walked away, ignoring 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's radish barked, holding back tears.

"Pfft."

This pitiful expression was exactly the same as Hashirama's when he was young. 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 like a cool breeze had brushed against his body. He shifted his butt uncomfortably. "Then … I'll go first?"

"Yes." A kind smile.

Root.

Danzō put down the record of monitoring Nine Tails in his hand and said to the half-kneeling man: "Shisui, I asked you to monitor Nine Tails."

"Yes."

"I didn't ask you to eat and drink."

“.....”

Madara returned home, took a bath, changed into a bathrobe, took a wallet and went out.

The Uchiha land was next to the central area of Konoha. Not long after going out, there was a commercial street. Many Uchiha people have rented shops here.

Walking slowly along the street, the man had just taken a bath and there was still some water vapor on his body. His long hair was slightly damp, so the usually flamboyant ends of his hair hung down obediently, quietly sticking to his back.

The whole street has been expanded. Food, living, and utensils stores have all opened. The last one at the end of the street was a flower house that had just opened. It turned out that this used to be a flower house.

Uchiha Macula stepped forward. The familiar bamboo curtain hung on the door, and the carefully trimmed plants were under the window.

Bring some flowers for Hashirama. It's hard for him to treat us. It's not good to go empty-handed.

Madara chose left and right and bought a bunch of hyacinths. The flowers were elegant and easy to raise. The plan worked!

Izumi Na had long noticed that his brother was doing something behind his back. He immediately followed his brother after he left.

Then, Izumi Na, who was far behind, looked at the flowers in his brother's hand. White hyacinths, the love that flower language doesn't dare to reveal!

Hashirama!!!

Uchiha Macula stopped in front of a wine house. After confirming the location, he entered the shop.

Gege took a bath, changed into a bathrobe that he didn't wear often, and bought flowers!

Izumi Na gritted his teeth and followed. Gege had never been on guard against Hashirama. What if he was taken advantage of?

Perhaps because it was a new shop, there weren't many customers in the shop. Izumi Na glanced around and didn't find his brother sitting outside. He guessed that he was in a private room.

Izumi Na looked at the last room with the lights on.

"Boss, book that room for me." Izumi Na pointed to the room next door.

"Eh?

Is the guest … alone? "

"Well, yes."

"If you're alone, I recommend you to come to the bar." The boss said softly.

Before Izumi Na could explain, a familiar and disgusted voice sounded behind him: "Boss, I want to book that room."

Some people were looking for trouble, but they were looking for death.

In an instant, the good deeds of the white-haired man came into Izumi Na's mind. The long-haired man slowly turned his head, and his face was ferocious: "Qian!

Hand!

Door!

Room! "

Seeing who was standing in front of him, Tobirama Sentete also stared at him with a terrifying gaze: "Izuna Uchiha."

Gege and Uchiha Macula met, but Uchiha Macula was followed by his younger brother.

Tobirama Sentete narrowed his slender eyes and said coldly: "Two pairs of kaleidoscopes secretly contacted our clan leader Hashirama. What are you Uchiha plotting?"

Bullshit!

It was obviously Hashirama who coveted Uchiha. Izuna Uchiha sneered: "You Hashirama are the greedy ones."

"Hehe."

"Same to you."

Tobirama Sentete had a headache. He didn't find his brother at home, and only then did he know that his unreliable brother had gone to meet Uchiha Macula. Hashirama's modification of the agreement had already made the clan elders furious, and now he was meeting that person at this critical juncture …

In short, he had to keep an eye on his brother to prevent Uchiha Macula from talking to him and making any bad decisions.

The white-haired man turned to the boss and said: "That room, if no one has booked it, I'll book it."

The boss said helplessly: "The private rooms are for two to four guests, and it just so happens that the guest in front also wants to book that room. If you don't mind …"

I mind!

I don't want to be with Uchiha's rabbit!

Then, Tobirama Sentete and Izuna Uchiha sat down facing each other with sullen faces.

The boss, who was wearing a kimono, opened the paper door and handed over a menu: "Would you like to order anything?"

Drink my ass!

Tobirama Sentete pressed down on his stomach, which was almost twitching.

"I want a cup of oolong tea, and as for him …" Izumi Na looked up at Tobirama Sentete who was sitting opposite him with a pale face. "Give him orange juice."

He's long past the age of drinking juice. Is this Uchiha rabbit mocking me?!

Tobirama Sentete lowered his voice and retorted: "No need, a cup of water will do."