Qianren said goodbye to the two of them and returned home without stopping.
He closed the doors and windows tightly, and then excitedly exchanged the reward of [Spirit Power +2] in the system.
The moment the exchange was completed, Qianren felt a cool air flow into his eyes, and the whole world seemed to become extremely clear, with even the dust in the air clearly visible.
He rushed to the mirror and saw two small magatama slowly rotating in the dark pupils.
Qian Ren nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the Uzumaki clan's physique was indeed powerful, and their starting point for opening their eyes was higher than others.
After adjusting for a moment, he closed his Sharingan.
He had no intention of showing off. If the Konoha high-ups knew that a six-year-old child had the Sharingan, it would be like a child carrying gold through a busy city.
After having a casual lunch, taking some snacks and fruits, Qianren changed into casual clothes and walked towards the place where he had an appointment with Kushina.
It was late spring, the season when cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and the cherry blossom forest outside Konoha was crowded with tourists.
When he arrived at the agreed location, Qianren did not see Kushina at the first sight.
He was about to sit down and wait when he heard a quarrel not far away.
"Brother, it's her! She beats me up every day at school! Today you have to avenge me!"
"Of course I am your brother. Her fiery red hair is really annoying. It doesn't have the elegant feeling of cherry blossoms at all!"
Then came Kushina's angry voice, "Go away! I have something important to do today. We can talk about the fight tomorrow!"
It's Kushina!
Qianren's face darkened and he immediately followed the sound.
I saw Kushina being blocked by two people, one of whom was a classmate, and the other was a tall man wearing a Konoha forehead protector, and was actually a Genin.
The Genin had an impatient look on his face, his eyebrows knitted into knots:
"I'm a ninja, I don't have time to play house with a brat like you! But you've disturbed my enjoyment of the cherry blossoms, and that's your fault! I'll teach you a lesson, you ugly redhead!"
As he said that, he reached out and grabbed Kushina's hair.
Just as his hand was about to touch Kushina's red hair, a size 37 ninja boot came straight through the air, followed closely by the whistling sound of Qianren himself.
"Bang!"
Generally speaking, when kicking someone, you just need to kick them away, but Qianren is different this time.
Qian Ren kicked the Genin hard in the chest, but failed to send him flying.
Instead, he stepped on him, using his entire body as a brake pedal, and dragged a bloody mud trail more than half a meter long on the ground!
The bloody mark that made Kushina cover her mouth, Qian Ren exclaimed in admiration:
What a beautiful mark.
After admiring the traces behind him, Qianren, with the kunai already in his hand, said to the person under his feet:
"You should be glad that you only disturbed my pleasure. If you hurt Kushina, the cherry blossoms here will be more beautiful next year. After all—
Flesh and blood are the best nutrients for plants."
He thought the other party would beg for mercy or resist, but the man under his feet groaned and fainted from fright.
Qian Ren pursed his lips and told the stunned kid to take the person on the ground away. After all, he was just kicked and it wouldn't be that easy to die.
After resolving this little episode, Qianren took Kushina directly to other places.
Out of sight, out of mind.
He noticed that Kushina was wearing a white sleeveless dress today and had an exquisite cherry blossom hairpin in her hair, which made her look particularly cute.
Just because of what happened just now, he was obviously in a low mood.
The two of them walked along the river for a long time before Kushina muttered to herself in frustration:
"Cherry blossoms...why are they all light red? It seems like this world really can't tolerate a touch of deep red."
Qian Ren noticed the disappointment in the other person's eyes and said, "It's just a different species. Other places..."
The more he spoke, the more he felt something was wrong. He was just flirting with a girl, so what moral principles was there?
"Eh..., light red doesn't look good. Anyway, I like dark red."
Upon hearing this, Kushina forced a smile, but the next second, all the grievances, resentment and sadness flooded the face of the six-year-old girl like a tide.
"Then why...why would the Whirlpool Country be destroyed...and Mom and Dad too..." Tears burst out.
Qianren didn't let her continue.
He took a step forward and hugged the girl tightly in his arms, letting her bury her head in his chest.
"Cry if you want to. I can't change the past. But from now on, I won't let you go through this again. From now on, I'll be here."
This was the first time he truly entered Kushina's heart.
She is always so lively and cheerful, as if she has long forgotten the pain of her country's destruction and her family's demise.
But in fact, the scar has never healed, and her aggressive personality may just be a disguise she uses to protect herself.
After an unknown amount of time, Kushina's crying gradually stopped.
She wiped away her tears, stood up from Qianren's arms, and said in a muffled voice with red eyes:
"I...I'm a little hungry. Is there anything to eat?"
Qianren smiled. This little girl's emotions came and went quickly.
He pointed to a patch of grass in front and took out snacks and fruits from his backpack: "Let's go sit there."
The two sat on the grass, eating snacks as they watched the sunset paint the sky the same crimson color as Kushina's hair.
As the sky grew darker, Qian Ren stood up and extended his hand towards Kushina: "Let's go, I'll take you back."
The two of them walked to the entrance of the Senju base. When they were about to part, Kushina suddenly turned around, looked at him with sparkling eyes, and asked with a smile:
"Qianren, do you still mean what you said this afternoon?"
Qianren was stunned. He said too much today. Which sentence was it?
But when he saw that Kushina's red hair seemed to be floating again, he immediately had an idea and laughed:
"Of course it counts. From now on, I'll be here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kushina suddenly rushed over like a little rabbit, kissed him quickly on the cheek, then ran back home with a red face without looking back.
Qian Ren touched the cheek that had been kissed, looked at the girl's running back, and murmured to himself with a smile:
"I was actually pushed back... In the vast world of Naruto, I'm afraid you're the only girl who dares to take the initiative like this, Kushina."
After confirming that Kushina had arrived home safely, Qianren did not leave.
He looked at the roof of the building. Ever since he opened his Sharingan, his perception had become much sharper. He had always known that since he met Kushina, there had been ANBU ninjas observing them both.
But why didn't they take action when Kushina was attacked just now?
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At the same time, in the Hokage's office.
A ninja with a cross-shaped scar on his chin, estimated to be around 40 years old, suddenly backed away from the door and said sternly:
"Monkey, are you going to watch an Uchiha brat get so close to a Jinchuriki and not do anything about it?"
The person who came was Danzo Shimura.
Sarutobi Hiruzen glanced at him, slowly wiped his crystal ball, and said:
"Danzo, Madara is the only one in the Uchiha clan who can control the Nine-Tails in history. There is no need to vent your anger on the entire clan. I think it is your good-for-nothing nephew who has come to complain to you again, right?"
"Nonsense! That's not happening!" Danzo denied flatly, "Don't change the subject!"
Sarutobi Hiruzen gestured unhappily for him to come and look at the crystal ball himself.
The image in the crystal ball shows Qianren walking alone on his way home.
Seeing the undisguised anger in Danzo's eyes, Sarutobi Hiruzen knew that he had guessed right.
He took a puff of his cigarette and said casually:
"Don't have so many prejudices against the Uchiha clan. He's only six years old. He's just a child."