Uchiha Makoto’s class didn’t have many girls, but the quality was decent.
There were two most prominent ones.
One was Rin, who always wore a gentle smile on her face, had a good personality, and good grades.
According to the original setting, this girl was the school belle.
But Uchiha Makoto didn’t feel much for her.
It wasn’t that Rin was bad; it was mainly because he knew this girl was Obito’s taboo.
You could touch anyone except Rin; this was one of the bottom lines Uchiha Makoto set for himself.
He definitely didn’t want a day during training when Obito suddenly activated his Mangekyo and glared him to death.
The other was Kurenai.
Long hair, red eyes, she could already be seen as a budding beauty at such a young age.
According to Uchiha Makoto’s aesthetic, this girl could rank in the top three of the Hokage beauties list.
It’s just that the plot lines where she appeared later were scarce, and her presence wasn’t strong.
The problem now was that there was always a tail following Kurenai around.
Asuma.
The Hokage’s son, the future “Guardian Shinobi Twelve”, and currently a…
tagalong.
Uchiha Makoto observed for three days and found that Asuma’s daily routine was like this:
In the morning, wait for Kurenai to go to school together; during break time, give Kurenai snacks; at noon, eat bento with Kurenai; in the afternoon, send Kurenai home.
Truly a “twenty-four filial good sidekick”.
“Are elementary school students in this world so precocious?” Uchiha Makoto couldn’t help muttering, “Knowing how to chase girls at six years old? When I was six, I was still playing with mud.”
However, complaining aside, action still had to be taken.
On this day’s break, Uchiha Makoto seized the opportunity when Asuma was called to the office by the teacher and strolled over to Kurenai’s seat.
“Kurenai.” He spoke.
Kurenai was organizing her notes.
Hearing the voice, she raised her head and saw it was Uchiha Makoto.
She was stunned for a moment: “Makoto? Is something the matter?”
“I have some training questions that I’d like to consult you about,” Uchiha Makoto put on a “good student” expression, “regarding Chakra control.”
Kurenai blinked her ruby-like eyes.
Uchiha Makoto came to ask her for advice on training problems?
This was a bit rare.
People of the Uchiha Clan had always been proud to a fault.
Not to mention consulting outsiders, even among members of the same clan, they rarely consulted each other.
Let alone that Makoto was recognized as the genius of this generation.
Although this “recognition” was passed down from others’ mouths, Kurenai herself didn’t have much contact with Uchiha Makoto, so she didn’t know if he was a real genius. This chapter was copied from novelping . com without permission.
But since he asked, she couldn’t just ignore him.
“What question?” Kurenai put down her pen.
“It’s just…” Uchiha Makoto casually made up a question, “When Chakra flows in the meridians, if it encounters a blockage, how should it be cleared?”
This question was actually quite basic, so basic that the answer could be found in any textbook.
But Kurenai didn’t think much of it and answered seriously: “You can use gentle Chakra to slowly impact it, or cooperate with breathing techniques…”
She explained it in great detail, from principles to steps, and then to precautions, stating each one clearly.
Uchiha Makoto listened while nodding, but thought to himself: As expected of the future Jonin, this girl’s foundation is really solid.
Then he heard a voice coming from behind.
“Makoto, what are you doing here?”
The tone was unkind.
Uchiha Makoto turned back and saw Asuma standing at the classroom door, holding the homework notebooks he had just retrieved from the teacher, staring at him with eyes full of “stay away from Kurenai”.
Here it comes.
A little lion protecting its food.
Uchiha Makoto laughed inwardly, but kept a poker face on the outside: “Asking questions, what, did I disturb you?”
“Asking questions?” Asuma walked over and threw the homework notebooks onto Kurenai’s desk, “What kind of question requires you to specifically come and consult Kurenai? Isn’t there anyone in your Uchiha Clan you can ask?”
These words sounded a bit harsh.
But Uchiha Makoto didn’t get angry.
Getting angry with a six-year-old child was too degrading.
“Asuma.” Kurenai frowned, “Makoto is just here to ask questions.”
“Does asking questions require getting this close?” Asuma stared at Uchiha Makoto, “I think you have ulterior motives, right?”
Uchiha Makoto was amused.
He turned around and faced Asuma directly.
“Classmate Asuma,” Uchiha Makoto said slowly, “First, how close I stand when asking questions is my freedom. Second, Classmate Kurenai hasn’t said anything, what are you rushing for here? Third…”
He paused and smiled: “Even if I have ulterior motives, what does it have to do with you?”
Asuma’s face suddenly flushed red.
“Kurenai is my friend!”
“Oh,” Uchiha Makoto nodded, “So what? Can friends not talk to other people? Is that how the Hokage-sama taught you?”
“You!”
“Asuma!” Kurenai raised her voice, “Stop talking!”
Asuma closed his mouth, but his eyes were still glaring at Uchiha Makoto.
Uchiha Makoto couldn’t be bothered to deal with him, turned back and looked at Kurenai: “Sorry for disturbing your study.”
“It’s fine.” Kurenai shook her head and glanced at Asuma again, “He’s just… quite mindful of friends.” Visit g.com for the full chapter.
“Understood.” Uchiha Makoto smiled, “After all, knowing how to protect a girl at six years old counts as being precocious.”
This remark made Kurenai’s face blush a bit.
Asuma was even angrier, but didn’t know how to refute.
Uchiha Makoto stopped while he was ahead and prepared to return to his seat, but after walking two steps, he stopped again and turned around.
“Right, Kurenai.”
“Hmm?”
“Let me ask you a question.” Uchiha Makoto looked into her eyes, “Do you think someone like me is suitable to be someone else’s husband in the future?”
“…”
The classroom fell silent.
Kurenai blinked, not reacting in time.
Asuma opened his mouth wide, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.
After asking, Uchiha Makoto almost wanted to laugh himself.
This was said too bluntly, so bluntly that it was a bit shameless.
But he just wanted to try.
Try the system’s reaction, and also try Kurenai’s reaction.
A few seconds later, Kurenai’s face turned “swoosh” red.
From her cheeks to the tips of her ears, like a ripe apple.
“M-Makoto, you…” she stammered, “What are you talking about…”
“I’m just asking,” Uchiha Makoto put on an innocent face, “I didn’t say I want to be your husband! I’m just curious if someone like me, with this personality and this appearance, will anyone want me in the future.”
Kurenai: “…”
Asuma finally reacted.
“Uchiha Makoto!” He roared, “Are you looking for death!”
Saying that, he was about to rush over.
Uchiha Makoto didn’t even look at him and continued staring at Kurenai: “So what do you think? Is it suitable?”
Kurenai lowered her head, her fingers twisting the corner of her clothes.
She felt her face was so hot it could fry an egg.
This question…
was too sudden.
So sudden that she didn’t even know how to answer.
To say it wasn’t suitable would be too hurtful.
And to be honest, Makoto indeed looked good, his strength was also strong, and although his personality was sometimes a bit strange, overall he wasn’t hateful.
To say it was suitable would be too shameful.
And Asuma was still watching from the side.
Kurenai struggled for a long time, and finally whispered: “Makoto… is very outstanding. If it were me… I might choose someone like you.”