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That night's events ended with the capture of the Kumogakure ninja.
While this incident could lead to complicated diplomatic issues between Konoha and Kumogakure, a major event, it was less interesting to Haori than discovering that Tenzo could use Wood Release.
This was the famed Wood Release that the First Hokage was known for. And judging by Tenzo's technique for capturing the enemy, he was very talented… a talent for civil engineering. If he had a bit of business sense, he would definitely have a brighter future in real estate and construction than as a ninja.
Wood Release is really convenient for building houses.
Or, maybe he could ask him to renovate his old house? Haori silently made up his mind. With his brain circuits, his astonishment at Wood Release and his imaginative uses for it were limited to this level. If the First Hokage was alive, Haori's thoughts would make him cry his eyes out.
That technique is for beating the crap out of the Nine-Tails, okay?
After capturing the enemy, the ninjas who had come to help or watch the show scattered. Haori, with no sense of being a troublemaker, was about to leave with his children's team… It was late at night, and he would rather go home and clean up than hand the caged Kumogakure ninja to the Hokage.
His old house hadn't been lived in for years. Cleaning it would be a big project.
But just as he was about to leave, the head of the Hyuga clan, Hiashi Hyuga, stopped him. Then, Haori remembered that he had forgotten to return his daughter.
So, what were you doing with her?
He had already released the genjutsu on the child, but he hadn't woken her up. Instead, he had put her to sleep. She didn't need to remember this experience. Haori was getting the hang of taking care of children.
He returned the daughter, received thanks, and left. Haori didn't stay there for a moment. Now, Tenzo's mission was complete, and there was no need to go together anymore.
Haori's old house was a two-story detached house. It was no problem for four people to live there, but it was a bit dilapidated. The floorboards creaked every time you stepped on them, especially jarring in the quiet night.
In the past, Haori had to do the cleaning himself. But now, he didn't have to. His team had a… wife-like boy who could handle all household chores and was an expert at everything.
In Loulan, Haku had already taken full responsibility for this kind of thing.
"Kimimaro, don't move. I'll do it!"
Kimimaro had just brought a basin of water into the house when Haku ran over barefoot and took it. With the condition of Haori's floorboards, Kimimaro would easily make a hole if he mopped.
Haku took the basin, wet the cloth, wrung it out, then bent down and started to wipe the floor. His movements were skilled, and his rhythm was smooth… Honestly, compared to practicing ninjutsu, Haku seemed to prefer doing these mundane tasks.
But seeing him like this, even Kimimaro couldn't help but blurt out:
"So, why are you a guy?"
Quiet people really shouldn't make sarcastic remarks, because sometimes they are too blunt.
Blunt enough to kill the person who's making the sarcastic remark.
Haku's movements froze immediately. His teammate had inflicted a stun effect on him! And he had opened up a 40,000 square meter shadow area in his heart.
Why? How did he know why!
It was impossible to clean a house that had been abandoned for so long in the middle of the night. The "struggle" would take at least a whole day.
The next day, after Haku cleaned the house, he would go with Kimimaro to prepare new bedding, daily necessities, and even food. They could also go for a walk in Konoha. When they came back with bags and bags of stuff, they could experience a feeling similar to "coming home together as a couple."
In any case, Haori's dilapidated house had enough meaning for the two of them. The "home" was a completely different level of importance than a temporary place to stay.
And the people Haori brought back were Konoha people. It was no problem for them to walk around freely in the village.
As for Haori and Mirai, they had more important things to do—human observation.
The two of them had to observe Naruto's living conditions. This was even before meeting the Hokage.
Now, several years had passed. Naruto Uzumaki had started to be required to "be independent." So, he had started living alone.
As for the house he lived in, its location was similar to where the Muses had fought… Naruto's little nest seemed to be a converted rooftop on someone else's house.
Finding it wasn't difficult for Haori.
"Haori, is my little brother here?"
But Mirai seemed a little hesitant, and she didn't speak as confidently as usual.
"Yes."
Haori tried to push open the door, but he found that it wasn't locked at all. And when he entered the house, there was no one inside.
He had completely forgotten that there was a step called knocking.
Although Mirai seemed a little nervous outside the door, after entering the house, she had tried her best to put on an elder's face. Although it didn't look right no matter how she tried.
When Mirai said "little brother," Haori looked like he was holding back laughter. Seeing her current expression, he almost burst out laughing.
There was a problem here… in reality, Mirai was the younger sister. You could tell from the six bars or two bars. But because Haori had told her that she was the older sister, she really thought she was the older sister.
So, she had to look like an "older sister."
This was something Haori had made up out of boredom, a case of having too much time on his hands. But seeing Mirai like this, Haori decided to keep it a secret for now… because he thought it was a bit funny.
But it was still early morning. Why wasn't Naruto here? Had he learned to stay out late at such a young age?
This kid was so promising.
As Haori walked into the house to observe, Mirai started looking around.
What was the living situation of a five-year-old orphan like? The space inside the house wasn't very big, but because there wasn't much stuff, it looked very empty. This was a room lacking in the atmosphere of life…
Looking at Mirai, Haori smiled and said nothing.
It was actually nothing. If you ignored his identity as the Fourth Hokage's son, Naruto wasn't really treated any differently. Konoha orphans were all like this. Haori was the same when he was younger.
Blood ties are a magical thing. After growing up, Mirai had never met Naruto. She knew she had a "little brother" only because of Haori's description. But now, she was indeed in a state of emotional dejection.
Just as Mirai was looking around, probably trying to find a photo or something, Haori's expression changed.
Someone was coming.
Mirai probably sensed something too, so she turned her gaze towards the door.
And for the person coming, the open door was definitely not a good sign.
Naruto Uzumaki, five years old, was now facing a major life event:
His house had been robbed.
Approaching cautiously, silently peeking…
Naruto thought he was hiding very well, but Haori and Mirai could see clearly. He quickly pressed himself against the wall and glanced into the room. Then, he retracted his head, although his feet were still half exposed.
There were two people in the room.
Then, he didn't know how Naruto measured the difference in strength between the two sides, but the fact that there were "only" two people seemed to reassure him. Two people, he thought he could handle them.
"You damn thieves! White-haired old man, and… tomato-head kid!"
His voice was really full of energy. It had the potential to "punish evil and promote good" and "take on the world's injustices." But he didn't think about it. What was there to steal in his dilapidated place?
Mirai looked up at Haori and blinked.
Is this doofus my little brother?
Her sadness was gone… And according to the "beating people up" principles that Haori had set, Naruto's situation was already in the category of "can be beaten to death."
But Mirai blinked. It seemed like she was saying, maybe we don't have to beat him to death for now?
Yeah, maybe it's best not to beat him to death.
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