Chapter 95: You're Not Planning to Assassinate the Hokage, Are You?
In the afternoon, Ino walked briskly towards Naruto's apartment, carrying a bag full of fresh vegetables.
A satisfied smile played on her lips.
The bag contained meat and vegetables freshly picked from the market, and a sweet anticipation welled up in her heart as she imagined cooking a meal for Naruto with her own hands that evening.
To ensure Naruto could enjoy her delicious cooking, Ino had spent a long time learning from her mother at home!
Arriving at the door, she hesitated, retracting the key Hanabi had given her earlier, as she noticed the brand-new door.
Ino gently knocked on the door, her knuckles tapping against the wood, the sound exceptionally crisp in the quiet corridor.
Hmm... could it be that the key situation was discovered, and Naruto changed the door?
The door opened, revealing Hanabi's young face.
Hanabi was wearing a simple training uniform, her hair slightly disheveled, clearly having just finished training.
"It's Big Sister Ino!"
She offered a polite smile and stepped aside. "Please come in quickly."
"Hanabi, why are you here?"
Hanabi closed the door and turned to face Ino, her hands habitually clasped behind her back, like a sensible little adult.
"Because recently, Father and several uncles at home have been very unhappy."
She explained, her tone calm but with a hint of helplessness.
"So Father asked Big Brother Naruto to let my sister and me stay here for a few days."
Ino's pupils suddenly constricted, her heart feeling as if something had gripped it tightly.
Hanabi was one thing, she was still young, but Hinata... why was Hinata here?
"When did this happen?"
"It happened this morning after we finished training. Father even replaced Big Brother Naruto's furniture."
Hanabi didn't seem to notice Ino's emotional fluctuations.
She waved her arm, like a tiny tour guide, showing the refreshed living room to Ino.
"Look, Father even replaced Big Brother Naruto's furniture. He said he couldn't trouble him for nothing."
Ino's attention was instantly pulled back to reality, and the sight before her made her gasp.
Naruto's small house had completely transformed: a simple beige sofa replaced the creaky old green one; the old dining table and Naruto's cheap chairs were also gone, replaced by smooth, custom-made mahogany table and chairs gleaming with a warm luster in the sunlight;
The refrigerator was a brand-new silver double-door model, standing quietly in the corner; a super-thin LCD TV hung on the wall, its screen as black as a mirror.
Even more surprisingly, elegant white wallpaper adorned the walls, the floor was replaced with dark solid wood planks, and even the air carried the faint, fresh scent of new wood.
"This... this is too fast, isn't it?"
Ino murmured, unable to resist taking a few steps closer, her fingers gently stroking the cool surface of the refrigerator.
She looked around; it wasn't just the living room. The kitchen door was open, revealing stainless steel countertops, brand-new cabinets, and Hinata cooking inside.
She assumed the bathroom and bedroom must have also been renovated.
Hyuga Hiashi truly lived up to his reputation as the head of the Hyuga Clan, spending lavishly and hiring several Ninja.
These Ninja could instantly reshape walls and floors using Chakra, and with a highly paid team of artisans, Naruto's small one-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom, and kitchen home was completely transformed in just one lunch break.
Hearing Ino's arrival, Hinata appeared at the kitchen doorway, wearing an apron, her cheeks slightly flushed, a ladle still in her hand.
"Ino... Ino? Hello."
She greeted softly, her voice gentle and a little flustered.
"Please sit, Ino. Dinner will be ready soon. We'll eat once Naruto-kun comes back. You should stay and eat with us too."
Ino's mind became even more chaotic. She looked at Hinata's docile appearance and then at this brand-new "home," and an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart.
She forced a smile: "Alright, then I'll definitely have to taste Hinata-chan's cooking."
As she spoke, she placed the basket on the new dining table, but her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the bedroom, wondering: Where is that Naruto guy right now?
At this moment, Uzumaki Naruto was at the Hyuga Clan's residence.
Hiashi had been pulling him along for an afternoon tea.
"Um, Uncle Hiashi, it's dinner time now. How about we go out to eat?"
The Old Man had been dragging him for an entire afternoon, just drinking tea and staring at him.
No, what exactly does this mean?
This Old Man doesn't look like a Priest!
"Time passes a bit quickly!"
Hiashi then seemed to awaken from a dream. He looked at the sky; it was indeed getting late.
"Actually, I have something else I want to ask of you, Naruto."
If you had something, you should have said so earlier! I've been sitting here idly all afternoon.
The two of them had been sitting there, drinking five or six pots of tea.
"I know Hinata likes you. She's about your age and has already become a Ninja. However, her personality is too introverted. Compared to little Hanabi, I worry about her more."
Hiashi didn't give Naruto much time to react. He bent down and solemnly retrieved a long, narrow object wrapped in dark blue brocade from beneath the low table in front of him.
He steadily untied the brocade, revealing a katana lying quietly inside.
The scabbard was ancient, displaying a subtle dark wood grain, and the hilt was wrapped with old but well-maintained dark silk threads. The Tsuba was ornate, looking quite valuable.
Even unsheathed, one could feel a heavy, settled aura.
"This sword is named 'eighty days calamity cutter'."
Hiashi's voice was deep and solemn, his fingers slowly stroking the scabbard, as if caressing a heavy past.
"It, along with the 'dainichi gatsukiri' that I occasionally use now, was forged by the same master."
He turned his gaze to Naruto, his eyes sharp as blades. "It possesses excellent Chakra conductivity; it's a good Ninja sword."
With that, Hiashi didn't hesitate, directly tossing the valuable ancient sword towards Naruto.
Naruto instinctively reached out and caught it.
The moment the sword touched his hand, its heavy weight and the cold metallic sensation, as if it could breathe, made his heart clench.
This was definitely not some mere ornament.
"This sword is entrusted to you. If I don't die, I will give the dainichi gatsukiri to Hinata. If I die, I ask you to protect Hinata and Hanabi."
After throwing the eighty days calamity cutter to Naruto, Hiashi picked up his teacup and took a light sip.
Naruto was completely stunned.
The cold touch of the eighty days calamity cutter emanated from his palm, yet it couldn't outweigh the shock and confusion in his heart.
He hadn't heard that Hiashi used swords.
Moreover, why did his tone sound so much like a dying wish?
He suddenly looked up, his azure eyes wide, his face filled with disbelief, and blurted out: "Uncle! What... what do you mean by that?! You're not... planning to assassinate Hokage-sama and become the Fifth Generation yourself, are you?!"
"Pfft! Cough, cough, cough—"
The mouthful of tea Hiashi had just drunk was choked out by this earth-shattering guess. He violently coughed, his usually dignified face instantly turning crimson, his eyes filled with bewilderment, absurdity, and a hint of exasperation at this brat.
He violently coughed, his usually dignified face instantly turning crimson, his eyes filled with bewilderment, absurdity, and a hint of exasperation at this brat.
How did it get to assassinating the Hokage? Walls have ears, you can't just blurt out things like that!
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