Naruto's Daily Life

Fugaku's expression jolted, and the icy look on his face instantly cracked.

"I..." Fugaku was at a loss for words.

There was no internet in this world. Fugaku knew nothing of the simple educational knowledge from Senyo's original world.

He had merely applied the methods he used as clan head directly to family education.

As a result, it had created a huge rift between him and Itachi.

Clearly, Fugaku had yet to learn his lesson. From the look of him, he still intended to keep playing the role of a strict father.

Fugaku greatly acknowledged Senyo's wisdom, and Senyo's words immediately sent him into deep thought.

He began reflecting on the failures of his parenting, wondering if he had been too harsh.

"He Awakened his Sharingan at seven. Why can't you praise him?"

"Sasuke told me on the way here that he has always hoped to receive your praise and approval."

"But all you ever do is compare him to Itachi."

"He still remembers how you praised him when he learned the Great Fireball."

"He brought it up to me several times."

"Now that he has Awakened his Eye at only seven years old, you're putting on that sour, dignified act instead?"

"Are you trying to raise another Sasuke who'll grow alienated from the clan?"

"What the Uchiha have always lacked isn't strength, but love."

Fugaku looked at little Sasuke in his arms with a complicated expression.

Just as he was about to say something to Senyo, Senyo snorted and turned to leave.

In Senyo's eyes, Fugaku was the standard strict father. While the children were still young, they might be able to enjoy his affection.

But once they got a little older, Fugaku would barely even smile.

That approach, when faced with an equally proud Itachi, had directly created a rift between them.

Itachi had Awakened his Eye because of the death of his companions, yet Fugaku had only cared that Itachi had Awakened his Eye.

That had been difficult for Itachi to accept.

After that came his father's pressure and Third's flattery. It was only natural that Itachi leaned toward that side.

Yet Fugaku still had not learned his lesson, so Senyo berated him and left.

If Senyo had not wanted to build more Bond Value with Fugaku and gain some benefits, he could not be bothered teaching Fugaku how to raise children.

The Uchiha had always valued strength above all else, but someone without love would never become truly strong.

The third star of Fugaku's Bond Value had already filled up. It seemed that he had taken the words to heart.

Senyo did not feel like wasting any more breath on him. There would be plenty of time in the future anyway.

"Ding, Uchiha Fugaku's Level 3 Bond has been unlocked."

"Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: Eye Technique: Illusionary World."

Senyo immediately claimed the eye technique.

As he walked home, he examined the technique.

Fugaku's eye technique was somewhat similar to Tsukuyomi, but Fugaku's could pull someone into a completely real world.

However, that world's future would produce all kinds of branching paths.

If he did not alter it himself, it could be considered a kind of precognitive eye technique.

Fugaku had probably used this eye technique to foresee that kidnapping Naruto to launch a coup was unreliable.

That was why he had pinned his hopes on Itachi's bloodless revolution.

Yet he had not used it to foresee that his clan would be exterminated.

That meant the precognitive ability displayed by this eye technique was limited.

Otherwise, Fugaku and Mikoto would not have waited helplessly for death.

Senyo curled his lip. He had always believed that human imagination was limitless. At most, this eye technique could serve as a reference.

He would never rely completely on this eye technique to plan everything that came after.

Still, it would be quite useful for fooling people.

If he edited things here and there, wouldn't that make him a master prophet!?

Senyo was in a fairly good mood. After all, he had acquired a useful eye technique.

As he headed home, he once again transferred his consciousness to the clone hidden in Naruto's shadow.

By then, the people at the school entrance had all left, and the scent of dinners drifted out from many homes.

Naruto finally got down from the lonely swing with a desolate look on his face.

Naruto lowered his head and walked toward his home. Whenever he heard the voices of children and their parents along the street, longing would appear in his eyes.

Whenever villagers by open windows or standing at their doors saw Naruto, they cast looks of disgust and hatred at him.

All Naruto could do now was quicken his pace. Most people were eating at this hour, so at least they would not throw stones at him.

This was something he had learned from experience.

The experience was quite useful. Although Naruto received plenty of contemptuous looks along the way, at least he was not beaten.

Senyo lurked within Naruto's shadow, following him all the way home.

Although Naruto could not see it, Senyo's senses detected two squads of Anbu constantly following Naruto from the nearby trees.

Usually, there was only one squad. Recently, because of the Uchiha incident, another squad had been added.

Naruto took out his key and opened the door.

"I'm home."

Naruto called out by habit.

But as always, no one answered him.

Naruto's home was particularly messy, with all sorts of things strewn across the floor.

Senyo's clone was like a Shadow Clone, so naturally, it possessed a sense of smell as well.

A strange odor permeated the house.

Naruto did not notice at all, apparently already accustomed to it.

Senyo also spotted books tossed on the floor—pornographic books.

The real eighteen-plus kind.

Senyo had always wondered where Naruto had learned the Sexy Jutsu.

So he had learned it from these books.

But Naruto was still just a child. He was only curious about such things, not lustful.

Seeing the books casually thrown on the floor, he probably had not read them much either.

There was no way the Third Hokage did not know about this. He was clearly trying to raise Naruto into a good-for-nothing.

"Grrr..."

Naruto's stomach growled. He opened the refrigerator and found a boxed meal he had bought at a high price.

But after opening the meal box, Naruto sighed again.

As if used to it, he took the meal to rinse it under the tap. There was actually a large amount of sand inside.

Naruto skillfully washed it, removing most of the sand before putting it into the microwave to heat.

The food was quickly warmed up. A boxed meal that had been rinsed with water could not possibly taste very good.

But Naruto had few things that could fill his stomach. Even if it tasted bad, he still had to eat it.

Watching Naruto eat such trash, Senyo, hidden within Naruto's shadow, suddenly felt a little sorry for the child.

Perhaps because he had a younger sister, he could not bear to see a child suffer like this.

If Namikaze Minato knew what Naruto had suffered over the years, would he regret his decision back then?

And if Kushina learned that her son had been living worse than a dog, would she beat Namikaze Minato up?

For being so smug, for failing to see the Third Hokage for who he was, and for making Naruto live through such a miserable childhood.

Senyo had indeed been planning something involving Naruto while hiding in his shadow.

But seeing Naruto like this, he felt that he could speak with Naruto's parents—at the very least, let them know what kind of life Naruto had lived these past years.

Perhaps there would be other gains as well.

Having made up his mind, Senyo silently waited.

The Anbu monitoring Naruto were right outside the window.

Senyo had previously considered controlling Naruto. This clone carried considerable ocular power, more than enough to cast an illusion.

However, Namikaze Minato and Kushina's Chakra could not last for very long.

Minato's soul was even still in the Reaper's stomach.

Senyo could only consider whether he could work something out through Kushina.