"Hello, you must be Neji. Tenten talks about you all the time." Tenten's Father nearly ground his back teeth to dust, the veins at his temples throbbing as he barely stopped himself from roaring while greeting Neji Hyuga.
He fucking wanted to slap this little bastard to death.
He looked like a ghost, yet he possessed a classically elegant temperament—like some traditional, classical ghost.
"Hello, Tenten's Father." Neji Hyuga gave a polite smile. Seeing the look on Tenten's Father's face, as if he were about to breathe fire, he could not help finding it amusing.
"Dad, go back and open the shop. Neji and I can go to school ourselves." Tenten took Neji's arm and pulled him toward the Ninja Academy.
Tenten... were you abandoning your dear father already?
Tenten's Father felt like crying, his features twisted miserably.
There was nothing more tragic in the world than watching his daughter leave with some wild kid who ate her food, used her things, and spent her money.
"No rush. I'll go to the Ninja Academy with you." Seeing Tenten pulling Neji away, Tenten's Father hurriedly looked at her with wounded eyes. The moment he looked at Neji Hyuga, his face became one of utter hatred.
"Honestly, I'm not some three- or four-year-old child. There's no danger in the village, and I'm only going to school!" Tenten planted her hands on her hips, looking at her father in confusion.
She already spent plenty of time with her parents every day, so young Tenten did not think it was a big deal. She saw them when she got home anyway. Did he really need to deliberately escort her to school?
Tenten was thoroughly puzzled and felt that her father was getting in the way of her going to school with her friend.
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