Horror Movies Are Actually Serious Films; Anyone Who Waits in Place Is an Idiot

"I really don't know anything." Yakumo Kurama's eyes were filled with deep fear of him, and his voice trembled.

Genjutsu were ineffective against him, and he couldn't win a fight. More importantly, the slap in the face was a real slap; the swelling wouldn't go down for days.

A slap not only causes intense pain, but also inflicts magical damage.

"Hmm." Naruto was busy disciplining Ido and showed little interest in the main character Yakumo Kurama, never really giving her a second glance.

It wasn't that she wasn't pretty enough; as an adult, Yakumo Kurama had a fair complexion, sickly pale with a hint of red. Her eyes were large and her eyebrows curved, her gaze like water shrouded in mist.

However, the reward of option one was too tempting for him, and his mind was on Ido, since Ido Prophecy was better than Izanagi's.

If he couldn't get his hands on this incredibly rare system loophole, he'd feel like slapping himself in the middle of the night.

Therefore, compared to the eighteen-year-old Lin Daiyu in black silk, she was slightly less attractive.

"I'll come again next time," he said, ignoring Yakumo Kurama's expression, waving his hand casually and turning to leave.

Plop, plop. Yakumo Kurama clutched the hem of his clothes, tears of humiliation and fear streaming from his eyes, dripping onto the ground and wetting the soil beneath his feet.

She now regrets calling them "miscellaneous fish" so often, and can't be stubborn anymore.

The next day.

I opened my eyes and heard a knock on the door.

He mechanically stepped barefoot onto the floor and clicked open the door. Still half-asleep, he walked through the dimly lit living room and stood in the entryway, pulling the door open.

Sakura stood outside the door, wearing a warm dress and black stockings, and a sweet smile bloomed on her face as the cold wind blew.

"Today's a holiday too?" His hair was disheveled, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"No." Sakura walked past him, leaving a faint floral scent. "Didn't you say you had something to do today? I was just passing by on my way to work, so I thought I'd remind you not to forget."

"Thank you." He lay down on the sofa in his pajamas, his blond hair covering his forehead, his face sharply defined.

The living room was dimly lit, and the curtains hadn't been drawn yet. There wasn't a sour smell in the air, but rather a faint woody fragrance, and the light was rather dim.

Naruto casually snapped on the lamp in the corner of the sofa. A soft, warm yellow light, like threads, scattered and densely enveloped a third of the living room.

He clearly looked decadent, but he gave people an extraordinarily lively feeling. It's as if I can see the lazy but hot soul on the sofa, as if it becomes hot with just a little light.

Sakura stood there for a while, her heart skipping a beat for no reason, a moment of nervousness washing over her. She had a feeling that this person harbored a secret, the kind that couldn't be told to anyone.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" She casually took out breakfast, seemingly not intending to wait for Naruto's answer, and said to herself, "Want some eel rice?"

"It's a bit strange to eat this in the morning, but I made it myself, so it shouldn't taste bad. I don't know why, but I suddenly wanted to eat it."

"Eat up." He wasn't too picky and got up to wash up.

This is what makes Sakura different from the others. If it were Hinata, she would bring Naruto's favorite breakfast. If it were Ino, she would come over and make it fresh.

Perhaps because Black Sakura dominates his body, Naruto can clearly sense where Sakura's life revolves around. Like a green sprout, she possesses a vibrant yet gentle love for all things.

Whether it's a sudden craving for eel rice or a desire to tease him, Sakura's heart never falters, like willow catkins drifting in the spring, a mere itch on the skin.

Do what you want to do, eat what you want to eat, and love who you want to love.

For Sakura, life is finite, and there's a timer hanging over her head that could stop at any moment. If she doesn't scratch that itch in her heart soon, it might never come again.

Who has time to think about whether it's strange to eat eel rice for breakfast, or whether someone they like only loves them?

To outsiders, having Dual Personality is a strange experience, but to Black Sakura herself, it's like watching a horror movie.

She secretly went to the cinema alone to watch a horror movie with comedic elements. At the beginning of the movie, the clumsy female protagonist was possessed by a female ghost.

The moviegoers sat in silence, drowsy in front of the screen, until they saw the monster who stole the heroine's body go from joy to trepidation and fear, and finally one of them hid under the covers and cried, before the rest of the audience burst into laughter.

Sakura sat in her seat without laughing. The dim light from the screen illuminated her face, making her expression appear exceptionally serious. She didn't know what was so funny; instead, she felt a sense of fear.

In her understanding, she was the monster burdened with Original Sin, the monster who stole the female protagonist's body. The difference between a human and a monster is simply who has gained the right to use the body.

Having gained a body, one becomes human; having lost a body, one becomes a monster. Having become human, one naturally experiences fear, the terror of having one's body taken away.

She didn't tell Naruto about going to the movie, even though she knew without him saying it. If it were anyone else, they would either be puzzled or offer comfort first.

But Naruto just lazily told her not to look at useless things.

"Actually, I was worried you'd find it strange before I came, since nobody eats eel rice for breakfast." Sakura brought chopsticks from the kitchen and opened the box with her head down.

"Nothing strange about it. Next time you see me eating ice cream early in the morning, you'd better not make a sound."

"Oh, I see." Sakura really believed it, because she thought that other people might just be comforting her, but if Naruto said it, it was most likely true.

The two ate their eel rice heartily, chatting casually. They laughed and talked, and the atmosphere remained as harmonious as ever. Lately, they had been frequently dining together.

Anyway, Ino is too proud to come over unless something's wrong, and Hinata is too shy to approach Naruto alone. Sakura doesn't care and takes advantage of the situation.

Even though she was always being asked to cook, she didn't find it tiring. Because she really wanted to eat it, she would always make different dishes each time.

For her, it was just a matter of cooking in a different place. Naruto, on the other hand, simply didn't want to cook and didn't want to go downstairs, so a harmonious dining partnership was formed.

However, Naruto always got things for free, only occasionally showing some conscience by bringing Sakura some food from outside. Sakura didn't care; Naruto wouldn't let her buy the house next door, and she didn't know what to do with her money.

After finishing breakfast, Naruto was standing there washing the dishes, wearing slippers. He looked somewhat nonchalant, but his movements were clean and efficient; he didn't need to spend much time washing the dishes for both of them.

He is indeed lazy, but he's not completely unwilling to do anything. Usually, when Sakura cooks, he'll take the initiative to wash the dishes and clean up.

He could have easily let Sakura do it, and Sakura wouldn't have refused. But he didn't think that way; sincerity was his trump card, and he never treated Sakura differently.

Even something as simple as washing dishes is like this.

Sakura stood at the kitchen doorway, silently watching him without saying a word. The living room curtains were tightly drawn, with only a lamp on in the corner by the sofa and the faucet running.

Suddenly, the sound of flowing water stopped. Naruto shook his hand, turned around, and asked.

"What's up?"

"Hmm, didn't the Inuzuka Clan have an incident before?" Sakura said. "That incident was indeed related to Root, but there's no evidence."

"And then?" Naruto pondered for a moment, then seemed to recall something.

At that time, someone impersonating Kiba Inuzuka infiltrated the village, and if Naruto hadn't known Kiba Inuzuka well, he really wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. However, Naruto didn't deal with it then and had Sakura inform Tsunade to handle it.

Two years later, this matter has been brought up again.

"Two years ago, the Inuzuka Clan didn't dare to offend Danzo, but now the Root's power has declined," Sakura said. "The Inuzuka Clan wants revenge."

"What did Lord Tsunade say?" Naruto leaned against the doorway, not giving a direct answer.

"He didn't say anything."

"Oh, I see. Let's see how it goes." Naruto casually brushed aside the topic. He also wanted to kill Danzo, but he was also interested in Root.

No rush, take your time.

Danzo is getting old. Even if he becomes increasingly shrewd, the stronger the Hokage's power, the less he can intervene in. It's no wonder he's worried.

After a long silence, Naruto, seeing that Sakura hadn't left, asked.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes." Sakura stood there, her body edged in blurry gold. "You said before that you wouldn't forget me, right?"

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Naruto, somewhat taken aback.

"I just wanted to confirm it one more time. After all, you have so many girls around you, what if you forget me in a few years?" Sakura laughed. "Wouldn't I be at a huge loss then?"

"Tsk, where did you learn such sour talk?" His lips twitched slightly. "Get to the point, don't beat around the bush and waste time."

"Since this day is bound to come sooner or later, can't I at least practice in advance?" Sakura said.

"Why are you practicing this when you have nothing better to do?" Naruto dried his hands, turned around and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, without changing the subject.

"Have you been having health problems lately?"

"A little." Sakura took the glass of water. "But it's not a big problem. Let's get it checked again when you come back in a couple of days."

She emphasized the word "inspection," Naruto didn't react at all, giving her a quick once-over. He neither agreed nor refused.

"Wait a little longer."

"What?" Sakura was a little confused. "Didn't you make a promise with Ino?"

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Sakura noticed something was off about Naruto's eyes, a lazy smile playing on them, and suddenly realized what was happening.

"You and Ino are best friends, right?" Naruto sniffed as he lay on the sofa, a smug smile on his face, and spread his hands in a very shameless manner.

"You don't want Ino to find out, do you? What if you can't even be sisters anymore?"

Sakura: "... You."

She wanted to say a few more words, but suddenly the sound of a lock turning came from the doorway, and Sakura immediately shut up. Naruto remained unhurried, simply smiling as he watched Sakura, showing no intention of getting up.

She wanted to go to the balcony, but Naruto blocked her way.

The sound of shoes being changed could be heard from the entryway. In a panic, Sakura immediately hid in the bathroom. Just as the bathroom door was about to lock, Naruto swiftly slipped inside.

With a click, Naruto turned on the light and the showerhead, then pinned Sakura against the wall. Warm water instantly soaked them both. He kept his voice low, ignoring Sakura's terrified gaze.

"Your voice will be heard once Ino gets close to the bathroom. You have about twenty seconds left."

Sakura's heart pounded like a drum, and the water startled her as she spoke, her voice trembling slightly.

"She seems to be waking up; this time it's for real."

"I'm afraid of simply disappearing or falling into a deep sleep. I don't want to be too old to see you again."

Naruto had already covered her mouth with his hand, signaling her to be quiet with his eyes. Only the sound of running water remained in the bathroom, while Ino's coquettish voice came from the living room.

"You're so slow! Didn't you promise to come with me today?"

"Wait a minute, I'm taking a shower, I'll be done soon." Naruto added after saying that, "Ino, get me some clothes."

"Don't you wear clothes when you take a shower?" Ino muttered.

"Since you put it that way, then I guess I'll just have to come out naked." Naruto skillfully lathered his hair with Utakata, actually intending to take a bath.

Sakura blinked, huddled in the corner, and dared not breathe.

"Fine, I'll find it for you," Ino complained, tied her hair up, and turned to push open Naruto's door.

He figured the smell in the living room had mostly dissipated, and Ino probably hadn't noticed anything unusual. After all, the dishes had been washed, and the smell of Sakura on her clothes had been diluted by the aroma of the eel rice.

Sakura blushed and turned her head away on her own, looking unexpectedly shy.

He called it a bath, but it was just a quick Utakata and a hasty rinse. Only after Ino knocked on the bathroom door did he change his clothes and come out.

Why did you come straight here?

"It's because you like being late too much."

"How could that be? I got up early especially for today, and I even had breakfast. Do you know a saying?"

Naruto and Ino's voices faded into the distance, and the door slammed shut with a click. In the pitch-black bathroom, Sakura fumbled for the light, changed out of her wet clothes, and took a shower.

After wrapping herself in a bath towel, she put the clean clothes into the dryer. Listening to the humming of the dryer, she suddenly felt at peace.

He'd said everything, and sure enough, things turned out this way. But this is more like what he'd do—as utterly despicable and shameless as ever.

The anxiety she had felt for days vanished, like a long-awaited dream. She knew that even if that day came, he would definitely not stand idly by; he would probably be awakened even in his slumber.

"I'm sorry for wasting so much of your time, and for lying to you again." She lay down where he had been lying, her eyes starting to wander. "It doesn't seem like such a big deal."

In a daze, she remembered a question she had asked Naruto before.

What does it feel like to wait for someone for a long time?

"I didn't feel anything. I waited for a long time. I should go see him and give him a piece of my mind." Naruto gestured as he said, "Those who are just waiting here are all idiots."

With a bang, in the instant she was in a daze, the door suddenly opened from the outside.

I'll be going home tomorrow, then I can resume my normal update schedule.