An Innocent Young Girl Untouched by the World: Water... Will You Still Drink It?

Even though he and Sakura had been busy all day, Naruto didn't feel tired at all.

His steps were steady, without the slightest sway.

Smelling the faint fragrance emanating from Hinata beside him, and noticing her nervously clutching her clothes, he realized she probably had no idea how alluring that look was.

I just really want to bully him a little.

Anyway, she's so easy to bully, she probably won't make a sound even if you bully her, even if her face is burning hot, she'll force herself not to make a sound.

"Naruto, what's wrong with you?"

"What?"

"You've been staring at me the whole time."

"Oh, it's nothing, I just wanted to tease you a little."

"Huh?" Hinata's carefully prepared speech vanished in an instant. She was clearly startled, and her white eyes looked at him with some panic.

He looked down at the flower, his face showing serious struggle.

"I'm giving the gift back to you. Can you please stop bullying me?"

"No need to return it." Naruto reached out and pinched her cheek, his slender fingertips sliding down her face as if he were playing with a work of art.

My finger slid down to her neck, circling her collarbone. The strange sensation from my fingertip was quite peculiar, like the cool, smooth skin that had been soaked in milk.

"Naruto, if you do this, I will..." Hinata's face turned red as she exhaled softly, then inhaled sharply several times, as if she were about to drown.

"What's wrong?" he asked, leaning closer, his fingers lingering on her shoulder.

Someone will see it.

Several figures were swaying in the distance, their silhouettes barely visible under the streetlights. In reality, nothing could be seen from that far away, but Naruto still let go of her.

"Let's go eat. You promised to treat me," he said casually and without any hesitation.

He reached out and brushed the hair from her forehead, his expression extremely serious. His gaze was also exceptionally earnest; even the most explicit content seemed to possess an artistic quality in his eyes.

Ino said he looks at even a dog with deep affection, which speaks volumes about the uprightness of his gaze. Unbiased, clear-headed, and openly honest.

Actually, he just has a blank stare, or his gaze tends to focus when he's concentrating on something. But once he touches a specific object, his gaze will subconsciously blur again and then refocus.

If this process were captured by someone's eyes, they would probably be watching so closely that their heart would tremble.

"Okay." The naive Hinata was so confused that her brain was practically spinning. Her legs felt weak, and after stammering an "okay," she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

I'm being laughed at again. I had mentally prepared myself for an hour at home before coming here.

Naruto, of course, was unaware of Hinata's little scheme, and even if he did, he would only smile and not take it to heart. He was actually quite hungry now and hoped Hinata wouldn't offer him sweets.

Perhaps their prayers had worked, because they had a hearty meal. Hinata ate rather reservedly, only showing a small smile after seeing Naruto finish eating and lean back in his chair.

Hinata was carefully drinking her beverage from her cup when Naruto turned and glanced at her. According to the script, he was supposed to spill the drink on her.

Then, feigning guilt for getting his long dress wet, he took her home and tricked her into taking a shower under the pretext of drying his clothes. Thus, the story of the doujinshi begins.

The loose-fitting long dress couldn't hide her figure; it was practically an S-shape. He finally understood why Hinata liked conservative clothes. Hmm.

With nothing better to do after a meal, he liked to lie down. He glanced at Hinata a few times before looking away and continuing to let his mind wander. He didn't think about Kiba Inuzuka's situation, nor did he worry about whether Sakura had relayed the message to Tsunade.

If a person worries about this and that all day long, they'll be exhausted.

He had great faith in Tsunade, after all, she was his direct female superior. If there was something Tsunade couldn't handle, then he probably couldn't either.

"Naruto, would you like something to drink?" Hinata asked cautiously.

A single sentence abruptly pulled him back to reality, and he realized he was still having dinner with Hinata. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and he instinctively wanted to suggest some wine.

He doesn't like drinking, he's not addicted, he just simply wants something spicy to irritate his throat.

But upon closer reflection, he realized he was still a year or two away from drinking, and swallowed the words that were already on the tip of his tongue. He opened his mouth, but finally said...

"Soda bar."

"Well, they don't sell it here. Wait for me." Hinata said gently, and then pulled out a chair and quietly ran outside to buy him some water.

He initially wanted to say forget it, but seeing Hinata's flushed face as she stood up, he changed his mind. Relationships are about mutual giving; he could just use that as an excuse to give her a gift next time.

After a while, Hinata still hadn't returned. He remembered there was a shop across the street from this store. Wondering where she'd gone to buy it, he simply got up and paid the bill on the spot.

He stood at the door for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the street. The matter of the Inuzuka Clan inexplicably came to mind, and a strange sense of unease crept into his heart.

Fortunately, less than half a minute later, Hinata finally appeared from the left side of the long street. She was holding her skirt in one hand and a bottle or something in the other.

Before she could stop panting, Naruto asked directly.

"Isn't there a soft drink shop across the street?"

"No, no, there's no orange-flavored soda across the street. I remember Naruto likes that flavor." Hinata lowered her head as if she had done something wrong.

Seeing this, Naruto was at a loss for words. It wasn't that he liked orange-flavored soda; it was just that the shop near his house only sold that flavor, and he wasn't a fussy person.

Later, he got into the habit of taking that same brand of soda wherever he went. The taste of the soda didn't matter to him at all. He just liked that cool sip in the summer, the refreshing feeling that went straight to his stomach.

"If there aren't any, there aren't any. It's not like you can't drink other flavors." He sighed. What else could he say? He patted her head and asked.

Where did you go to buy it? Was it far away?

Hinata remained silent, her lips pressed tightly together.

He sighed. "Tell me, I won't bully you."

"The one in Uenoguchi isn't very far, but you can't run fast in a skirt, and you might slip and fall." She gripped the bottle of soda tightly, the opening of which was steaming from the cold air.

"Please don't be angry, okay? I wanted to buy it myself. I'll let you bully me a little." Hinata's small body was trembling.

"Fine, fine, I won't tease you anymore." Naruto rubbed his forehead and looked into the distance at the night. "Let's go. I've already bought the bill, consider it a return gift for buying you soda."

"Go, where to?"

"I'll take you home. Where else can you go this late?" Naruto couldn't bear it after all and added, "Konohagakure isn't safe lately, so don't wander around outside at night."

"Naruto, Naruto, do you still want that soda?"

To summarize, the main characters are nearing adulthood, and their romantic relationships have evolved from childish to the awkwardness of sixteen-year-olds, a bittersweet mix of feelings and deep affection.

When you turn eighteen, it's time for adult love. From adolescence to sixteen, and after eighteen, every stage of love brings new surprises.

Hinata for hundreds of thousands of words, began to appear. Because the Hinata was conservative, they wouldn't allow a thirteen or fourteen-year-old Hinata to wander around and hang out with others. Sixteen years old was acceptable, as it signified independence and maturity for a woman.

Tayuya; sixteen-year-old Tayuya was still quite pretty.

The thoughts and feelings of boys and girls are different at each stage, so the portrayal will naturally be different as well.

As people approach adulthood, their hormones naturally surge, leading to more explicit and even 18+ topics and events.

The main storyline and the Land of Whirlpools quest are still in progress. Both the Death Reaper and the Evil God have shown their tentacles. The system has combined the power of the Otsutsuki with the power of the Death Reaper and the Evil God to issue rewards.

The Akatsuki Organization has been decimated, Danzo's influence has been greatly diminished, and only the Root Organization remains, barely clinging to life.

The Child of Prophecy still appeared, Asura's Chakra was transferred, Jiraiya's investigation has not yet yielded results.

New changes have occurred in the village, Tsunade has basically taken control of most of the village's power.

Kakashi is still on his way on horseback; the mana regeneration issue hasn't been resolved yet.

Looking ahead, the Land of Rain storyline and the Lost Tower arc are about to begin.

Update: I was planning to write 10,000 words a day, but I'm starting with these 2,000 words to get off to a good start.

Also, I'm actually better at writing about 18-year-olds.

Finally, I humbly beg for a monthly vote!! Over!!