Two years had unknowingly passed since Naruto stepped into the Ninja Academy—the cherry blossoms by the window had fallen twice, and Sora had finally reached his own sixth birthday, the day of his enrollment.
“Brother Naruto, wake up quickly!” The boy’s clear voice slipped through the crack in the door.
“Today is my enrollment day, aren’t you going to come and see?” In the room, Naruto groggily lifted his heavy eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the alarm clock by the bedside—the hands were steadily fixed at 7:30.
Sleepiness coiled around him like vines, and he instinctively shrank further into the covers, wanting only a few more moments of warmth.
But after just a few seconds, the blanket on him was suddenly yanked away, and the cool air made him jump.
“Ahhh!
I’m late!” Naruto instantly sobered up, screaming as he sprang off the bed.
His messy blond hair bobbed with the movement, and he practically tumbled and scrambled toward the bathroom.
Today was Little Sora’s enrollment day.
As his older brother, if he were late or absent on such an important day, he would absolutely become the worst brother in the entire world!
Sora walked out from the kitchen holding a freshly served bowl of ramen.
Seeing Naruto’s flustered appearance, the corner of his mouth couldn’t help but curve up into a silent smile.
The past two years had been the calmest and most comfortable time since he arrived in this world—because he was no longer alone.
What surprised him even more was that Shisui, who was supposed to meet a tragic fate according to destiny, had miraculously survived.
The Uchiha Clan had also not launched that terrifying coup, which was undoubtedly a tremendous blessing.
In the days that followed, Shisui would often come to find him, taking him to practice Shuriken and Kunai in the forest, allowing him to master a Ninja skill ahead of time.
“Sorry, sorry!
There’s still time, right?” Naruto rushed out, his eyes anxiously fixed on the clock on the wall—7:35.
The anxiety in his heart slightly subsided.
“Mhm, we still have plenty of time.
Eat your breakfast,” Sora said, picking up the extra-large ramen bowl from the table and slurping loudly as the steaming noodles slid into his mouth.
His appetite had somehow grown larger and larger over time.
Perhaps he already surpassed his peers in the Akimichi Clan, even faintly showing signs of catching up to his future sister-in-law, Hyuga Hinata.
Of course, he hadn’t truly competed with Hinata, so he couldn’t be certain.
After all, in his memory, Hinata had easily defeated the combined efforts of Akimichi Choji and his daughter in a future eating contest.
That level of appetite wasn’t Hinata’s limit; it was just when the competition time ran out.
“Hm?
Little Sora, why does your face look so strange?” Naruto had only managed a couple of bites when he noticed Sora suddenly stopping his chopsticks, his eyes looking a bit distant.
He couldn’t help but ask curiously.
Sora quickly waved his hand, signaling he was fine, but muttered secretly in his heart: Hopefully, Big Brother Naruto can satisfy Sister-in-law’s appetite in the future, whether it’s for food or in other aspects.
Seeing that he truly seemed fine, Naruto didn’t press further and lowered his head to continue gobbling down his meal.
Before long, the two finished breakfast and walked side-by-side toward the Ninja Academy.
“Little Sora, make lots of friends at school.
If anyone bullies you, just come find Brother Naruto, and I’ll cover you,” Naruto declared, thumping his chest with righteous conviction.
He paused, then added, “Of course, if they call for backup too, we’ll just call Itachi and Shisui over.
Hmph!” As he spoke, a mischievous smile spread across his face, as if he could already imagine the scene.
Sora helplessly patted his forehead, his red hair swaying gently with the movement: “Brother Naruto, Brother Itachi and Brother Shisui are both Jonin.
How can we casually call them over for a childish quarrel?” Hopeless.
This silly brother seems to have grown crooked.
Who influenced him?
It certainly wasn’t him!
Soon, the gates of the Ninja Academy appeared before them.
Although the time was a bit late, quite a few people had already arrived on campus, but thankfully, they weren’t officially late.
As soon as Sora followed Naruto through the school gate, a lively figure ran toward him.
“What a handsome boy!
Hello~ Can we be friends?
I’m Yuriko Yoshikawa.” A seemingly very lively little girl, upon seeing Sora, broke free from her parents’ hands and ran up to him.
Her eyes blinked non-stop as she gazed into Sora’s amber pupils, her expression full of curiosity and expectation.
“I am Uzumaki Sora.
You are also very beautiful, a cute girl.” Sora nodded slightly, a gentle smile on his face.
He accepted the compliment calmly, while not forgetting to return a sincere compliment.
“Ah?
C-Cute?
Hmm…
That’s too unfair.” Yuriko’s cheeks instantly flushed red, as if she had been burned.
She turned and ran back behind her parents, only daring to peek at Sora from behind the adults.
Her small figure looked especially shy.
Naruto stood to the side, arms crossed, watching with great interest, secretly thinking: Just as expected of my little brother.
“Little Sora, I’m here!” At this moment, Sasuke also appeared at the school entrance and quickly ran to Sora’s side.
Today was Little Sora’s enrollment day, and he absolutely would not miss it.
Moreover, his older brother and Senior Shisui were out on a mission, so he had to make up for the regret of them not being able to send Little Sora off.
“Mhm, Brother Sasuke, you’re here!
Do you have a gift for me today?” Upon seeing Sasuke, Sora’s eyes instantly lit up, and he stretched out his small hand, directly asking Sasuke for a gift.
“Of course~ I’m not that idiot Naruto.
I already prepared a gift,” Sasuke said, lifting his chin slightly with a touch of smugness.
He pulled out an exquisite tin box from behind him.
The silver box was imprinted with the words “Capital of Fire Exclusive High-Grade Chocolate Balls,” and it gave off a faint sheen under the sunlight.
Watching Sora carefully accept his gift, Sasuke deliberately turned to look at Naruto nearby, his smugness impossible to hide.
He had specifically asked his older brother to buy this in the Capital of Fire some time ago; it was only sold there and nowhere else.
When it came to preparing gifts, he had won by a landslide against Naruto!
Naruto looked at Sasuke’s triumphant expression, grinding his teeth in frustration, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes full of defiance.
“This is a wonderful gift.
Can I share this gift with other people?” Sora held the tin box, looked up at Sasuke, and asked seriously.
Sasuke was momentarily stunned, seemingly not having expected Sora to suggest sharing, but he quickly recovered and waved his hand with feigned generosity: “Of course!
I’ve already given this chocolate to you, so the decision on how to dispose of it is yours.” Sora nodded seriously and hugged the tin box tightly to his chest.
He was already starting to look forward to what his classmates would be like in his heart, hoping they would be a group of lovely children.