Miss Rabbit froze for a moment.
Looking at Yasuka’s sincere gaze, she hesitated briefly before accepting the bowl he handed over.
Coming to the dining table, Miss Rabbit finally took off her mask, revealing a slightly childish face.
“It looks like…
you aren’t very old, Miss Rabbit?”
Yasuka was a bit surprised.
He had originally thought Miss Rabbit would be a mature, older sister type.
“My name is…
Uzuki Yugao.
Please stop calling me Miss Rabbit.”
Yugao blushed slightly.
She was actually barely at the level of a Tokubetsu Jonin, but due to the severe shortage of manpower in Konoha after the Nine-Tails incident, she had been exceptionally recruited into the Anbu.
“Alright, Miss Yugao.”
This time, Yasuka didn’t continue to tease Yugao and invited her to sit down and eat.
Naruko looked at Yugao, then looked at Yasuka and Haku.
The scene reminded her of a time she had seen a family of three celebrating a birthday.
At that time, she could only stand outside, watching their harmonious and happy scene with boundless envy, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if her own father and mother were also by her side…
*But…
everyone says I’m a demon fox…*
Naruko felt her eyes stinging, as if something was about to spill out.
Suddenly, a broad, warm hand pressed down on her head, pulling her back from her negative emotions.
“What’s wrong, Naruko?
Is the food not to your liking?”
Yasuka’s gentle voice reached her ears, snapping Naruko back to reality.
She looked at Yasuka, then at Haku, who was maintaining a faint smile, and finally at Uzuki Yugao, who was buried in her food, wolfing it down.
Naruko tried her best to suppress the sour, crying sensation in her nose.
“I…
I…
I like it very much!
Thank you, Brother Yasuka, Sister Haku, and…
Miss Rabbit.”
Naruko answered with absolute seriousness.
She deeply cherished every single minute and second of the present.
Precisely because she had experienced loneliness and darkness, she understood how precious her life was now.
“My name is Uzuki Yugao!”
Uzuki Yugao, swallowing her rice with great effort, corrected her once again.
*Do I really look that much like a rabbit?!*
When it came time to bathe at night, Yasuka naturally wasn’t about to take advantage of a little lolita, and there wasn’t much to see anyway, so he asked Haku to help.
However, after helping Naruko change into new clothes, Haku spoke up with a look of pure rage about the unhealed scars on Naruko’s body, as well as her emaciated frame.
“Why…
why do they treat Naruko like this?
She’s clearly such a good and obedient child.”
Because of her bloodline, Haku had almost been killed by her own father and had lived as a stray, so she felt a deep empathy for Naruko’s experiences.
“Because of ignorance,” Yasuka replied, looking up at the ceiling.
His gaze gave the Third Hokage a fright, causing him to hurriedly withdraw his Telescope Technique.
He had originally wanted to confirm Yasuka’s attitude, but he hadn’t expected to be nearly spotted instead.
“As well as the cowardice and inaction of certain people.
She is clearly the daughter of a hero, yet she has to bear so much malice.”
Haku knit her delicate brows, recalling a phrase Yasuka had once said: “Should a good person always have a gun pointed at their head?!”
Beside them, Yugao did her absolute best to act like a wooden block, playing dumb.
Was this the kind of conversation she was allowed to hear?
Yasuka was a noble and a divine doctor, so he wasn’t afraid of any political liquidation.
But she was just a minor Anbu member; she couldn’t afford to be targeted by certain powerful figures.
Yasuka also knew Yugao’s difficult position, so he didn’t continue the topic and told everyone to return to their rooms to rest.
He then went to Naruko’s room to ask if she was adapting well to her new environment and if she needed anything.
Having been treated as a normal human being for the first time in her life, Naruko wouldn’t dare raise any objections and hurriedly expressed that she was completely satisfied.
“Want to hear a story?” Yasuka asked with a light laugh.
“Is…
is it okay…?”
“Of course.
The story I’m going to tell is about a blond boy who became the Fourth Hokage.
When he was young…”
Listening to the stories from Yasuka’s mouth that she had never known before, Naruko grew more and more curious as she listened.
However, her eyelids couldn’t stop fighting each other, and she eventually drifted into a deep sleep to the sound of Yasuka’s storytelling.
Returning to his own room, Yasuka checked the progress of the Twelve Talismans as he usually did.
He discovered that the Snake Talisman had already reached 55%, and the other talismans had also advanced by 1% to 2% in progress.
*As expected of the protagonist…*
Yasuka couldn’t help but marvel, though he was still bewildered in his heart—why was Naruko a girl?
Was the original Naruto story really like this?
Before Yasuka could ponder further, he suddenly felt the blankets move.
Haku poked her little head out, her face completely flushed as she explained that she was warming the bed.
“If…
if Lord Yasuka dislikes this, I will leave right now.”
Haku also knew she was pushing her luck a little.
As a tool, how could she act so willfully?
“Just stay.
You really are…”
Yasuka was already long accustomed to Haku’s nightly ambushes.
Ever since he had taken her in back in the Land of Water, Haku would always sneak into his room under the pretext of warming his bed.
But looking at such an obedient and cute little lolita, how could Yasuka bring himself to scold her?
Of course, Yasuka wasn’t about to lay a hand on Haku; he simply held her as they slept together.
Haku pressed herself gently into Yasuka’s embrace.
Children in the shinobi world generally matured early, so Haku naturally understood what this behavior implied.
But her goal in life was to live as Yasuka’s tool—not just a tool for daily life and combat, but also…
The next day, when Yasuka woke up, Yugao was in the living room reviewing some scrolls.
Originally, her impression of Yasuka was quite good—until Haku emerged from behind Yasuka…
“If I say I didn’t do anything, would you believe me?”
Looking at Yugao’s astonished gaze, the corner of Yasuka’s mouth twitched.
Seeing this, Haku also hurriedly explained:
“I was just helping Lord Yasuka warm the bed.
I did it voluntarily!”
The moment those words left her mouth, the already bizarre atmosphere turned even stranger.
Looking at Haku’s earnest gaze and then at Yasuka’s helpless, open-handed shrug, Yugao ultimately didn’t truly suspect Yasuka of having *that* kind of hobby.
It was just that first there was Haku, then Naruko…
Honestly, shouldn’t this kind of matter be handled by the Uchiha Clan’s Police Force?
Yasuka rolled his eyes in annoyance, too lazy to argue with Yugao.
He took Haku to prepare breakfast and get ready for the clinic’s grand opening.
Yesterday, many villagers had discussed that no matter what, they would never step foot inside Yasuka’s clinic.
But they had overlooked one thing: how much money could a doctor make from treating commoners?
Yasuka didn’t care about that at all.
His target audience was the high-spending demographic—ninjas and nobles.
As the clinic doors opened, a teenage girl with a gloomy aura stood at the entrance holding a gift box, accompanied by a timid little lolita who was tightly hugging the teenager’s thigh.
“It’s you guys.”
Looking at the two sisters he had chanced upon yesterday at the dango shop, Yasuka was a bit surprised.
Seeing the uchiwa fan symbol on their clothes, he immediately understood the reason for their visit.
“Uchiha Itachi, representing the Uchiha clan, comes specifically to congratulate the Divine Doctor,” Itachi explained softly.
In her heart, however, she felt deeply exhausted.
She was already overwhelmed with anxiety regarding the village and her clan, yet her father had forcefully ordered her to come here and build a good relationship with the Divine Doctor, claiming that the Divine Doctor might be able to ease the tension between the clan and the village.
Itachi didn’t harbor much hope for this.
She and Shisui had wracked their brains and could only pin their hopes on the Third Hokage and the higher-ups.
How could a man from outside the village understand Konoha better than them?
“Mm, thank you.” Since one can’t turn away a smiling face, Yasuka gladly accepted the Uchiha’s goodwill and invited the two inside to sit down.
However, sizing up the gloomy aura surrounding Itachi, he casually remarked:
“You are sick.”