Cleanup Complete, Cooking Voluntarily

Under the eaves, the old man dozed in the sunlight.

Suddenly, Uchiha Tunan's gentle voice came from inside the house.

"Grandpa, were you a ninja before?"

The old man opened his eyes, shook his head, and became a little more alert. He subconsciously said:

"Hmph, have you heard of the Sango Clan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something.

He looked at the flowers and grass in the yard, lost in thought, and said with a hint of loneliness:

"You probably haven't heard of it, because now I'm the only one left.

The Sango Clan was a famous samurai family in ancient times.

Later, as ninjas rose to prominence, the Sango Clan became a ninja clan.

But during the Warring States period, only two or three members of the clan were left alive.

By the time the First Hokage established Konoha, I was the only one left in the entire Sango Clan.

Not long after, the First Shinobi World War broke out, and our whole family went to the battlefield.

That's when my legs were crippled, and my son and wife died."

When people get old, they can't stop talking once they start.

When the old man stopped, he realized he might have said too much.

However, Uchiha Tunan didn't seem to mind. Instead, he asked through the wall in a curious tone:

"You must have been very strong back then."

The old man raised his eyebrows, looking slightly proud:

"Naturally. I used to be an Anbu squad leader.

I led a team on S-rank missions.

It's just a shame..."

The old man gently patted his paralyzed legs.

"War is just that cruel..."

Inside the house, Uchiha Tunan put the last piece of miscellaneous item into the cabinet.

Sunlight streamed into the room from the window behind him, making it impossible to see Uchiha Tunan's expression.

Uchiha Tunan slowly stood up, picked up a handkerchief, and walked towards the toilet.

The miscellaneous items were cleaned up, and now it was time to dust.

But when Uchiha Tunan opened the toilet door, the scene before him made him frown slightly.

The toilet was full of filth, and the toilet bowl had been clogged for who knows how long.

An indescribable odor wafted out, stinging his eyes slightly.

Combining this with the old man's previous behavior, Uchiha Tunan roughly guessed why he was so stingy yet hired a ninja to clean.

Just then, the old man pushed his wheelchair behind Uchiha Tunan and coughed guiltily:

"Ahem, little fellow, abandoning a mission will leave a record on your resume."

Uchiha Tunan turned around and smiled at the old man, narrowing his eyes: "Don't you have a toilet plunger at home?"

"No," the old man shook his head.

Uchiha Tunan nodded and bowed: "Please wait for me for a moment."

After speaking, he walked out of the yard.

A moment later, Uchiha Tunan returned with tools, under the old man's anxious gaze.

Without regard for the filth in the toilet, he began to clean diligently.

Watching Uchiha Tunan clean the toilet without complaint, a hint of apology flashed in the old man's eyes.

After Uchiha Tunan finished cleaning the toilet, he got up and began to wipe the dust off the furniture.

Throughout the entire process, Uchiha Tunan maintained a focused expression.

Even when dealing with small items, Uchiha Tunan took out a small brush from his shirt pocket and meticulously brushed away the dust.

The old man swore that he had never seen anyone do housework with such care.

It was practically art.

By noon, Uchiha Tunan had finished wiping the floor for the third time.

After spraying perfume in various places in the room, he respectfully came before the old man, placed his hands on his knees, and bowed:

"I have finished cleaning. Please inspect it."

The old man looked at Uchiha Tunan's originally clean and tidy white shirt, which was now wrinkled and stained, and felt even more guilty.

"You... did very well."

Uchiha Tunan smiled slightly and handed the mission scroll and a pen forward.

"Then please sign your name on the mission scroll."

The old man readily signed his name, then hesitated.

He took out the two thousand ryo that Kakashi had given him earlier, a flicker of heartache flashing in his eyes.

He forcefully shoved the money and the mission scroll into Uchiha Tunan's hand.

"This two thousand ryo is your tip, hurry up and go."

"Grandpa, you're so kind. I thank you on behalf of Kakashi."

Uchiha Tunan's face beamed with a sunny smile as he left the courtyard and headed for the Hokage building to turn in the mission.

After Uchiha Tunan left, the old man pushed his wheelchair into the bedroom and took a photo frame from the bedside table.

In the frame was a happy family of three.

The old man reached out a trembling hand and gently stroked the frame.

"If Jumaru hadn't died, he'd probably have great-grandchildren by now, as well-behaved as this little one."

The old man sighed deeply, put the photo frame back in the bedside table, and turned towards the kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator, which contained only a few onigiri left from the morning.

Ever since his family passed away, the old man's personality had become increasingly reclusive.

Coupled with his reputation as a notorious miser, his neighbors were unwilling to associate with him.

The old man reached in and took out two onigiri from the refrigerator, holding them in his hands, preparing to eat them after they had thawed.

"I'll have to go out again this afternoon," the old man sighed, leaning back against his wheelchair, lost in thought.

"Grumble~"

At this time, most villagers had already returned home for dinner.

It was quiet outside, with only a few scattered bird calls.

The old man leaned back in his wheelchair, his eyes slightly narrowed, dozing off.

Time passed slowly.

"Ding dong ding..."

After an unknown amount of time, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

The old man's eyelids fluttered a few times before he finally woke up and called out in a deep voice:

"Who is it?"

"Ding dong ding..."

The old man frowned, pushed his wheelchair to the door with one hand, and opened it.

The moment the door opened, the warm sunlight streamed in.

Uchiha Tunan stood there, holding ingredients in both hands, a smile as warm as the early spring sun on his face, and said gently:

"When I was cleaning earlier, I noticed you didn't have any food in your refrigerator.

I figured it might be inconvenient for you to go shopping, so I bought some for you."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "Thank you, little one, I don't need these things."

After all, his legs were inconvenient, and it was very difficult for him to cook a proper meal. He usually just ate some onigiri.

If he wanted to eat meat, he would wrap some cured meat inside the onigiri.

Uchiha Tunan glanced at the old man's legs and said gently:

"I've already bought them, it would be a waste not to eat them.

Why don't I cook for you? I'm all alone at home anyway.

Let's eat together, so I'll have some company."

The old man's expression shifted slightly, clearly showing a hint of being moved.

"As you wish."

Uchiha Tunan smiled slightly and walked in, casually taking the onigiri from the old man's hand and throwing them into the trash can.

"These onigiri aren't nutritious, so let's not eat them."

With that, he went into the kitchen, tied an apron around his waist, and began to cook.

Lighting the fire, adding oil.

"Tap tap tap..."

The sound of chopping vegetables echoed rhythmically.