Konoha 60, February 28
Konoha, Land of Fire
Uchiha Mansion, Master Bedroom
6 o 'clock sharp
Uchiha Fugaku opened his eyes in the morning light, listening to the chirping of early birds eating insects outside the window. He actually wanted to grab something and throw it out as usual, and then collect the messy feathers on the ground. But today he didn't move at all.
He really didn't want to get up at all, really.
Uchiha Fugaku thought about how he had to crawl to the office at dawn to face the documents and files all day long. When he finally fell asleep, he might be exposed to the cold wind all night because of "some blind wanted criminal". He wanted to cry — being the head of the security department was not easy. Not only did he have to use his brain, but he also had to use his hands.
But he didn't have to be so tired. It's all that damn Bo Fung Watergate's fault … Can't he just be his Naruto properly? Meddling in other people's business every day. Does he think he's so great just because he's a few years younger? He'll suffer when he's old.
Anyway, Fugaku really decided to yell at Naruto this time: I quit!
I quit. I'm not going to accept the huge pension and accompany you to death!
Didn't I already hand over my cute eldest son to you? My son is like the other young people in Konoha. He has always admired Naruto to the extreme. Plus, he was educated by the third generation old man who stayed in the ninja school all day long. He's also in the damn Anbu — my son has been in your Watergate Anbu for four whole years! Four years, a person's outlook on life, values, and worldview all belonged to Konoha during his youth. Your — I think in the end, when you ask your son to kill me, he probably won't hesitate.
So what's there to be worried about? My son is very good, and no matter how you look at it, he is more obedient than this old Uchiha. Our Uchiha is indeed not very honest. But that was because we were forced by the Thousand-Hands Clan at that time. If it weren't for them … our Uchiha Clan wouldn't have … so as long as they were with you, hmm … why do we have to do that? It wasn't easy for us to live until now. Who would be willing to die?
In short, Bo Fung Watergate, you can order my son around in the future! I'm not going to keep you company! You're becoming more and more indescribable. Anyway, from the way you reorganized the "special assassination team" to have a sunny personality, I knew that you and I would never get along! Did you know that because of you, my son in the Anbu doesn't like my Uchiha Classic Facial Paralysis anymore. It wasn't easy for me to get the opportunity to beg you. I begged you so much that I didn't even want my old face anymore before you transferred him back from the field to the office. Yes, you're right. My son is indeed not suited for the internal service, but I just want my son to be closer to his father. So what? I'm the father, and he's the son … Isn't it because he doesn't like my stoic face that he dares to show me that kind of expression every day? So what if I change my face? After all, I'm the father and he's the son. Compared to having a son to take care of me when I'm old, what's face worth? Right, Bo Fung Watergate, what's face worth?
"Fugaku, you're going to be late." Thus, Mikoto Uchiha, who didn't wait for him to eat breakfast, opened the door and saw her husband still lying on the bed. His eyes were wide open and his expression was unpredictable. He was probably thinking about something. "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about my retirement life. What do you think about uprooting the flowers and plants in the backyard and planting some vegetables?"
"Do you know how to plant? You can't even distinguish between leeks and weeds." Mikoto knelt in front of her husband and touched Fugaku's forehead. "You don't have a fever."
"Who has a fever? I'm serious. How can a father who has two geniuses not be good at planting? Your husband is a fast learner."
"Is that so?"
"Of course. In fact, I've wanted to tell you for a long time. I'm embarrassed that you've been doing the laundry and cooking every day for so many years. When I retire, I'll cook for you every day. "Fugaku reached out his left hand and twirled his wife's long hair.
"Why are you so sweet today? You were so quiet and expressionless during the blind date. How come you're becoming more and more talkative now? " Mikoto Uchiha gently held her husband's other hand and pinched it hard. Blood almost flowed out, but Fugaku still didn't have any reaction. She sighed. "Look at your right arm. Does it hurt?"
"Theoretically, it should hurt." Fugaku looked at his right hand that couldn't resist and smiled embarrassedly. "But your husband seems to be unable to feel the existence of the right side of his body today."
Mikoto Uchiha was amused by Fugaku's words. She stood up, turned around, and couldn't walk away. Her husband's uninjured hand was still pulling her hair. Looking at her husband's silent eyes, Mikoto laughed out loud. "I'm not leaving. I'm going to call the medical team. It's just an old injury. Your injury is just an external injury that involves the nervous system. You won't die. Doesn't my knee injury hurt every day?
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Fugaku still didn't move.
"I really don't know what to do with you." Mikoto turned around, lowered her head, and kissed Fugaku's lips. "Don't worry, Uchiha Fugaku. Jounin Mikoto Uchiha won't abandon you. Even if you can't move, I will never, ever abandon you."
"No." Fugaku looked at his wife who was serious and smiled. "I just want you to help me apply for leave."
…
Then.
At 8: 30, when Naruto and Sakura had already handed in the abominable cafeteria waiter task and left the task hall with the task fee. Uchiha Sasuke still didn't appear.
Naruto Uzumaki stood at the door of Naruto's building, looking at the sun and squinting.
"Sasuke shouldn't not come. Is he sick?" Sakura frowned and was a little worried.
"He's strong." Naruto wasn't worried about his childhood friend's illness at all. "Maybe he was beaten by his father again."
"Then let's go to his house. I haven't been to Uchiha's house yet." Sakura was still worried about Sasuke. "Besides, the day after tomorrow is the Chunin Exam. Since we signed up as a team, the possibility of a team battle is very high. Since we have nothing to do today, we should discuss it together. At least we should get the code right first. "
"The team code must be reset, but I don't recommend you go to Uchiha's house. It's as gloomy as a haunted house. If you're not rigid, you'll feel uncomfortable. " Naruto stopped Sakura's intention to go to Sasuke. He actually knew why Sasuke didn't come to meet them, but now the situation is very delicate. The Konoha Defense Minister asked for sick leave, and at the critical moment of the Chunin Exam, he saw Naruto's depressed face all morning.
"Then …"
"Didn't Kakashi already tell him to meet at the training ground tomorrow morning?"
"Is it credible?"
"He said it in front of Naruto."
"So Sasuke will come tomorrow?"
"Yes, he's probably tied up because of some family problems."
"Then there's no way."
Naruto saw that although Sakura was still worried, she didn't pursue it when she heard "family problems," which made him very happy. He didn't know why he was so happy that Sasuke didn't come today. In short, he didn't want to go home so early. There was no one at home anyway. "Sakura, go find Shikamaru."
Sakura looked at Naruto, who suddenly said such a sentence, and was a little confused.
"Ask about the Chunin Exam."
"Did Naruto -sama give you a hint?"
"How could my dad tell me in advance?" Naruto touched his head. He actually wanted to tell Sakura that he knew that some of the examiners should be Naruto's guards. He heard his dad and Kakashi talking about letting a group of people go out to do some administrative work, but he couldn't tell anyone about it.
"But are you sure Shikamaru is at home?"
"His class is also closed today. Those lazy people shouldn't have woken up yet."
"Finally, how do you know Shikamaru knows?" Sakura was suspicious.
Naruto didn't know why either. "I just think Shikamaru seems to know everything."
…
Shikamaru did know a lot of things now. But he wasn't sleeping at home, nor was he leisurely watching the clouds in the back of the mountain … He was now in his dad's office, the great Konoha Intelligence Department … He was asked to do some work.
And it wasn't the work of the Intelligence Department.
In short, the young Shikamaru Genin was like a real office clerk. He skillfully looked at the reports in his hand and used a calculator and pencil to write and draw. The only difference was that the thick reports in his hand didn't have any titles, only numbers. What he needed to do was to add and subtract, then divide and subtract. So there was no need to hide it from him. Did Konoha have other departments other than the General Staff Department that needed to do this kind of work?
"It's so troublesome. Being good at math has become a sin." Shikamaru finished another boring calculation in a report and curled his lips as he complained.
"Stop talking nonsense. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can go home. Don't make your mom worry. " Shikaku Nara, who was buried in an even thicker document, finally looked up. He looked at his son, who was biting on a pen, and scolded him in a low voice.
Shikamaru sighed and scratched his head with the pen. He poked the pigeon skeleton in front of him and paused for a few seconds. He resigned himself to his fate and continued to work on a piece of draft paper. He didn't know what it was at all.
Looking at his son's gloomy face, Shikaku sighed with a bit of heartache. "Okay, take a break. Who told you to be so arrogant before the New Year? You dared to imitate my handwriting to make reports. Do you think we're all idiots? Come back ten years later if you want to fool us. "
"Then who was it that wanted to bang his head against the wall because of his old injury? He didn't forget to cry and shout that he needed to use it tomorrow, and if he couldn't finish it tomorrow, it wouldn't be the end of the world. Who needs to work after a few days of rest after being discharged from the hospital? Naruto is too ruthless."
"You're really brave." Shikaku gently rubbed his forehead, poured a glass of water for his son, and handed it to him.
Shikamaru pursed his lips and took the water. "Look at Sasuke's father."
"He deserved it! He can't drink with his injury. He had to drink. Drink him to death. He always causes trouble at critical moments. "
"Yes, yes." Shikamaru shook his head as he listened to his father's angry nagging. Although he had expected that the head of the family would be strict with his wife, he still couldn't understand why there were so many differences between the head of the family and the head of the office … It wasn't just his father. For example, who would have thought that Sasuke would be scared of the head of the defense department of Konoha, who was famous for his facial paralysis, was actually a chatterbox who loved to complain. The Chief of Staff, who would buy anything for her in Infield with a few words of praise, although he still looked gentle and considerate on the surface, was actually as rigid and uncompromising as a robot. And Hinata, who was different from the description of Hinata. He didn't seem like a father who would nag his daughter endlessly. Instead, he always spoke and did things efficiently.
As for Naruto, Naruto rarely took the initiative to mention him, so it was a little difficult to make the connection. But … Shikamaru sighed. He was also different from what his classmates had imagined. The guy who was always absent-minded and sometimes talked a lot of nonsense was not Naruto Uzumaki at all. He was Naruto's father.
"What are you thinking about? You're holding the cup and not drinking." Shikaku Nara looked at his son who was absent-minded and could only continue to sigh. No matter how good a 12-year-old child was, he couldn't focus on something else.
"I'm thinking, why do so many good students want me to work for them?" Shikamaru asked casually.
"Because the data you see is classified S and above." The head of the intelligence department sneered.
"Dad, you're killing your own son!" Shikamaru instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly threw down the document, threw down the pen, and covered his eyes with both hands. "I don't know anything."
"Don't tell me you don't know. It doesn't matter if you know or not." Shikaku pushed the cup, urging his son to drink more water and work faster.
Shikamaru could only shut up and drink water. Well, his IQ made him understand that he was indeed quite suitable. If the head of the intelligence department couldn't even guarantee his son's innocence, Konoha might as well forget about it. It would be better for the whole village to die together.
How many faces can a person have?
…
Konoha 60, February 28th, evening.
Less than three days until the Chunin Exam.
Today, Naruto met Konoha Maru on his way home. In the face of his enthusiastic younger brother, Naruto learned to lie perfunctorily to get away.
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