Naruto quickly ran to the shopkeeper, hanging several pairs of pajamas he was holding onto a nearby rack, his eyes full of anticipation: “Boss, I want to buy these!” The shopkeeper was staring intently at Sora.
Hearing the voice, she only glanced up at him for a moment before immediately looking away.
Compared to this noisy blond kid, she was much more willing to look at Sora standing to the side.
Although that child named Sora was a bit strange—after all, it would be weird for anyone hanging out with this blond kid to be normal—he seemed quite easy to get along with.
Sora noticed the shopkeeper’s gaze and immediately gave a gentle smile: “Shopkeeper Big Sister, I’ll take these clothes.
Could you please pack them up for me?” The title “Big Sister” made the shopkeeper’s eyes light up, and the perfunctory fake smile on her face instantly gained a few degrees of genuine warmth.
She reached out to take the clothes Sora handed over.
When her fingertips touched the fine cotton fabric, she subconsciously checked the size—the shoulder width and length of these clothes didn’t look like a size Sora could wear no matter how she looked at them.
Her gaze instinctively drifted to Naruto not far away.
The boy was wearing loose white clothes and had a sturdier build than Sora, while the shoulder lines and sleeve lengths of the clothes in her hand happened to match Naruto perfectly.
She understood instantly; so these clothes were bought for Naruto by Sora.
Recalling how the two had referred to each other as ‘brothers’ while chatting earlier, she lowered her head with a hint of subtle curiosity in her eyes, which she quickly suppressed.
She was just an ordinary shopkeeper with a bit of wealth; it was better not to provoke matters she couldn’t handle.
Thinking of this, she looked up at Sora again, her tone becoming even more friendly: “No problem!
But are you only buying these?
Aren’t you going to pick out a few for yourself?” Sora nodded with a smile and handed over a few more pieces: “Of course I am.
These ones are mine.
Please pack them all together.” The shopkeeper took the clothes, her gaze moving back and forth between the garments and Sora, inwardly praising: This child has great taste; these will definitely look good on him.
She briskly packed the clothes separately and set them aside, then turned to look at Naruto, her gaze falling on the pajamas he had hung up.
With just one look, the shopkeeper felt her temples throb slightly: the size of those pajamas was clearly too large.
Although the light blue base with white cloud patterns matched Sora’s usual style, Sora couldn’t possibly fit into this size.
Naruto hadn’t noticed the problem yet.
Seeing the shopkeeper pick up the pajamas, his face was filled with irrepressible joy: He had spent a long time picking these out; Little Sora would definitely like them.
But in the next second, the shopkeeper’s words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly dousing his expectations: “Little brother, if you’re buying these pajamas for your younger brother, the size is way too big.” Hearing this, the smile on Naruto’s face froze instantly, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
He stared blankly at the pajamas in the shopkeeper’s hand, then suddenly turned to look at Sora beside him, his mind racing back to the scene of picking out the clothes.
At the time, he only thought about how good they looked and how comfortable the fabric was, completely forgetting to check the size!
“I messed up…” Naruto’s heart sank.
A wave of regret washed over him, and his ears turned red uncontrollably.
How could such a low-level mistake happen to him!
His ‘Big Brother image’ in Little Sora’s heart was definitely going to collapse…
He didn’t want this to happen!
Sora heard everything clearly from the side, but he wasn’t surprised by this situation.
After all, this was Naruto; such a mistake was exactly like him.
Looking at the somewhat speechless shopkeeper and the flustered, slightly sad Naruto beside him, he gave a light cough to draw their attention to himself.
Once they were both looking at him, Sora said with a smile, “It’s exactly the kind of thing an silly brother would do.
But it’s fine if they’re too big.
Shopkeeper Big Sister, please pack these as well.” “If the size is too big, I can wait until I grow up to wear them.
Also, could you please see if there are any smaller sizes of the same style?” Hearing this, the shopkeeper sighed in her heart: What a sensible child.
Why is he with this blond kid?
Why doesn’t he belong to her?
Naruto was also quite moved, tears almost welling up.
He wiped his eyes and moved closer to Little Sora with joy.
Seeing this, the shopkeeper helplessly turned and went into the back room, soon returning with several sets of the same pajamas in smaller sizes.
“Yay!
Shopkeeper Big Sister, please pack them all and send them to this address!
We have things to do, goodbye!” Naruto followed Sora’s lead and called her Big Sister, his tone full of excitement.
Hearing this, the shopkeeper’s expression softened slightly.
At least this blond kid stopped calling her ‘Boss’ like before.
Was she that old?
‘Big Sister’ sounded much better.
Watching the two leave after leaving the money, a strange sense of envy actually arose in her heart.
Next time Little Sora visited, she would give him a bigger discount.
After settling the matter of the clothes, Naruto pulled Sora along for a slow stroll down the commercial street.
He used to love running, afraid that if he stopped, loneliness would catch up to him.
But now that Sora was by his side, walking slowly felt very peaceful.
“Hum~ hum~” Naruto hummed a tuneless melody, pulling Sora along as they stopped and started in front of various shops.
Sora occasionally saw familiar figures: the current Ino–Shika–Chō were eating sweets with their young children—the future Team 10, who hadn’t fully grown yet; There was also a Byakugan maid holding a small infant, followed by a Byakugan girl about Naruto’s age.
This girl should be Hinata, and the infant should be Hanabi; And finally, the Uchiha brothers walking toward them—wait, walking toward them?
“Little Sora?
You’ve been discharged?
How is your body?” Itachi let go of Sasuke’s hand, stepped forward to gently touch Sora’s forehead, a faint smile appearing on his face.
“Hello, Itachi-niisan.
My body is fine now, sorry for making you worry.” Sora shook his head, his amber eyes sparkling as he looked at Itachi and Sasuke.
This scene caused Naruto behind him to freeze instantly, his fingers still poised as if to reach for Sora’s arm.
He frowned and stared at Itachi, then looked at Sora who was so familiar with the other party, his mind filled with confusion: Who is this black-haired guy?
Why is he so close to my younger brother?
Little Sora even called him “Itachi-niisan”?
Sasuke, standing behind Itachi, also widened his eyes, unable to believe his brother was smiling at another child and touching their forehead.
This was treatment even he rarely received!
He immediately ran forward, blocking Itachi’s front, and glared at Sora: “Hey!
Who are you, red-haired guy?
Why are you so close to my brother!” His expression was unfriendly, as if he would pounce if Sora didn’t give him an explanation.
Naruto instantly snapped out of it.
Seeing someone bullying Sora, he immediately rushed in front of Sora, blocking Sasuke’s view, and glared back: “Who are you, guy?
Don’t you dare bully my younger brother!” “Hah—?
He’s the one who’s being weirdly close to my brother!
Who are you guys anyway?” Sasuke became even more annoyed.
Not only was someone trying to steal his brother, but a blond kid had also popped up to get in the way!
Sasuke didn’t know why, but although he was annoyed seeing this red-haired guy call his brother so intimately, he felt even more annoyed after this blond kid jumped out.
The two little guys glared at each other, sparks seemingly flying in the air, while Sora and Itachi stood behind them, not quite understanding why these two had suddenly bristled.