How Did Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes Produce a Silly, Adorable Big Raccoon?

Konoha,

Inside Room 315 on the third floor of the teachers' apartments, Uzumaki Miro, who had spent the entire night watching livestreams, was deeply lost in sleep and unable to pull himself out.

"Hehe. Yuan Yuan~ My Yuan Yuan~"

His eyes tightly shut, he grinned broadly, completely unaware that danger was about to descend.

"Hmph!"

Beside the bed, a short figure stood with her hands on her hips. Looking at Uzumaki Miro, who was about to be late yet remained oblivious, Kushina's tiny fist bulged with an adorable "#" symbol.

"Uncle!"

As a faint deep-blue glow appeared around her fist, Kushina bent her knees slightly, gathered strength, and kicked off. Her entire body soared into the air as a mini Strength of a Hundred Fist descended from above, slamming viciously into the stomach of her irresponsible uncle, Uzumaki Miro.

"You! Are! Going! To! Be! Late!"

"Pfft!"

Uzumaki Miro instantly woke after spurting out a mouthful of old blood. Clutching his stomach, he rolled wildly around on the bed, his tragic wails echoing throughout the apartment building.

"Aaaahhh~"

The teachers heading downstairs for work heard the familiar scream and all showed sympathetic expressions.

"With a living alarm clock at home, Teacher Miro finally won't be late anymore."

"It's just a shame it's a bit debilitating."

"..."

"Bleurgh~ Kushina, how many times have I told you? Once you're up, go to school on your own. Your uncle may be late, but I'll never be absent."

Having taken quite a while to recover, Uzumaki Miro brushed his teeth while once again lecturing his niece, who stood waiting for him at the door.

"Uncle, can't you act like a mature adult? Haven't you had enough of your salary deducted for being late this month?"

Kushina, wearing a little backpack and standing with her arms