This Is Your Dad's Home!

On the streets of Konoha, Naruto carried a bundle on his back as he followed behind Namikaze Mirai.

He asked in confusion.

"Uncle, where are we going?"

As soon as he woke up that morning, Uncle had told him to pack his things.

"That house is too shabby. Uncle is getting you a better one."

Namikaze Mirai said with a smile.

A better one?

Naruto tilted his head.

He had already lived in that house for nearly three years, and no one had ever told him to move.

What kind of house was Uncle going to move them into?

Some Villagers saw the scene, and their eyelids twitched.

"It's the Demo—"

Before they could finish, the words caught in their throats.

The scene of Namikaze Mirai forcing the vendor to apologize was still fresh in their minds.

"Don't provoke him. That guy is ruthless."

The entire street actually parted, leaving a narrow passage for them to pass through.

Although their gazes were full of disgust, not a single person dared make a sound.

Naruto stared blankly at the scene.

Whenever he had walked down the street in the past, he had often been cursed at by Villagers. Some children had even thrown stones at him.

This had never happened before.

"This is the difference strength makes!"

Namikaze Mirai smiled as he stroked Naruto's hair.

He felt this was a great opportunity to teach Naruto.

"Even if they both see you as the Demon Fox, if you are kind and weak, they will only bully you more viciously. But if you are strong enough that they cannot afford to provoke you, they will avoid you at once, just like this."

"When faced with malice, you must strike back immediately. That is the best way to protect yourself!"

Naruto nodded, seeming to understand.

The two continued onward. Without the interference of those Villagers, the journey went unexpectedly smoothly.

Before long, they arrived in front of a building.

Naruto stared eagerly at the house before him. It was a three-story duplex villa, with a spacious courtyard outside planted with plenty of greenery.

Even in all of Konoha, there were not many residences this luxurious. He did not understand why Uncle had brought him here.

"Uncle, why did we come here?"

Naruto turned to look at him.

"Didn't I say we were moving?"

Namikaze Mirai grinned. Though he was smiling, his right foot had already lifted.

Boom! A sound like an earthquake suddenly rang out, and the entire house trembled.

"E-E-Eh?!"

Amid Naruto's stunned, shocked, and utterly disbelieving expression, the incredibly sturdy front door was kicked open with a huge hole, revealing the entire layout inside.

"Who?! Who dared kick down your Great Uncle Sarutobi's door?!"

The massive commotion had clearly startled the occupants. Accompanied by an angry roar, the damaged door was violently pulled open, revealing a sleazy middle-aged man covered in stubble.

He narrowed his eyes and sized Namikaze Mirai up and down.

"Kid, don't you know the great name of Sarutobi Kento? How dare you kick my door."

"I know."

"You know, and you still dare?! The Third Hokage is my—"

Before he could finish, he felt a sudden force seize the collar at his chest. The next moment, his entire body was lifted up and casually tossed into the backyard like garbage.

"Ahhh! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!!"

Sarutobi Kento was thrown so hard that his head spun. He rolled several times across the yard, nearly throwing up yesterday's breakfast.

"Breaking into someone else's home and assaulting its resident at will is a serious crime! I'm going to the Hokage to report you!!!"

Rubbing the huge bump on his forehead, Sarutobi Kento trembled with rage. His eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Namikaze Mirai.

"Go ahead."

Namikaze Mirai did not turn around. As he looked over the layout of the house, a trace of melancholy suddenly appeared in his azure eyes.

Sarutobi Kento ran off, leaving behind a string of threats before he left.

Naruto followed Namikaze Mirai into the house. Watching him gently stroke the tables and chairs, he finally could not help asking quietly.

"Uncle, isn't what we're doing a little wrong?"

In his childish understanding, breaking someone else's door and taking over someone else's home were things only very, very bad people would do!

Namikaze Mirai crouched down, smiling as he reached out and messed up Naruto's blond hair.

"Because this is your dad's home!"

Hokage Office.

Sarutobi Hiruzen, who was handling official business, was in an exceptionally foul mood. Even the pipe in his mouth no longer tasted good.

The huge hole in the wall of the Hokage Office had already been repaired, but the portrait of the Third Hokage hanging there had not yet been replaced.

His once handsome face had become one giant hole, hanging there like a memorial portrait.

That only made him even more irritated.

"Move! I want to see the Hokage!"

"Wait! You can't go in. Lord Hokage is currently—"

The argument outside the Hokage Office made Sarutobi Hiruzen frown slightly. Before he could think further, the door had already been pushed open.

The intruder's head was swollen like a pig's. If his eyebrows and eyes were not still somewhat recognizable, Sarutobi Hiruzen probably would not have known who it was.

"Kento? How did you end up like this?"

Sarutobi Hiruzen gave the guard who had tried to stop him a look. The ninja guard nodded, then went out and shut the door.

With no one blocking him anymore, tears gushed from Sarutobi Kento's eyes like a fountain. He scrambled to Sarutobi Hiruzen's feet and hugged his leg.

"Clan Head, you have to stand up for me!"

"I was eating peacefully at home when my door suddenly got smashed in! Then this blond punk burst in. One look told me he was some delinquent, and he brought along a smaller blond punk before beating me senseless!"

"Look at my handsome face! It has been beaten beyond recognition!"

"Wait! You said the person who beat you had blond hair?!"

Sarutobi Hiruzen narrowed his eyes, sharply catching the crucial detail.

"Yes." Sarutobi Kento sniffled. "That blond punk beat me viciously, and he even took over my house..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen let out a deep breath. He roughly understood what had happened.

Before leaving that day, Namikaze Mirai had said he would take back everything his brother had lost, starting with the house!

So that was what he had meant! "My house is still occupied by them! We absolutely cannot let those villains who seize other people's homes get away with it! If word gets out, what will the Villagers think—"

"Shut up!"

Before he could finish, Sarutobi Hiruzen glared at him viciously.

Sarutobi Kento froze, utterly bewildered. He had no idea what he had said wrong. Why was the normally mild-tempered Clan Head so angry?

"Do you know who beat you?"

"Who?"

Sarutobi Kento looked stunned.

"He is Minato's younger brother. You should know better than anyone who the original owner of that house was!"

Sarutobi Kento instantly turned to stone.

What the hell?

The blond man who beat him was Namikaze Minato's younger brother???

So he had occupied someone else's house, and its rightful owner had come looking for him? The clown was actually himself??? "When Minato and his wife died, their house was left empty. Naruto was too young to live in such a large house, and when you said you wanted to stay there temporarily, I reluctantly agreed. I never expected that temporary stay to last three years! What am I supposed to say about you?!"

Fury burned in Sarutobi Hiruzen's eyes. He almost wanted to personally beat Sarutobi Kento too.

Was Namikaze Mirai beating Sarutobi Kento? He was slapping Sarutobi Hiruzen's face!

By tomorrow, the entire village would probably be spreading the news that someone from the Sarutobi Clan had occupied the Fourth Hokage's house for three years, and that his younger brother had come to collect the debt and driven out the Sarutobi clansman occupying his own home! Where was Sarutobi Hiruzen supposed to put his old face then? The more Sarutobi Kento listened, the more afraid he became, and the colder his heart grew.

Without realizing it, he had actually caused such a huge disaster???

Wait, Minato's younger brother?

Did Minato have a younger brother? It seemed he really did.

What was his name again... Namikaze something...

Wait!

Blue Flash?! The person who beat him was the Blue Flash?! He had returned to the village??? Hadn't he disappeared three years ago? As a member of the Sarutobi Clan, Sarutobi Kento understood better than ordinary Villagers just how much weight the name Blue Flash carried.

During the Third Great Ninja War, it had been a title even more terrifying than the Yellow Flash!

A warm, foul-smelling liquid trickled down from his crotch.

He had wet himself.