The next morning.
Naruto chose an orange tracksuit as her outfit for the start of the school year.
This orange tracksuit was convenient for moving around...
But the problem was—
It was too tacky.
It did not suit her at all.
But Hyuga Sho understood.
Everything required a process of acceptance.
Trying too hard would only backfire.
Naruto Uzumaki was only six years old, and she still had a long life ahead of her.
There was plenty of time to slowly change her worldview and understanding.
Sooner or later... he would make her willingly put on all kinds of girls' clothing.
At the school gate.
Early in the morning.
The place was packed with people.
Parents brought their children to register for school.
Everything seemed no different from when Hyuga Sho had been that age.
No...
There were still some differences.
Six years had passed since the end of the Third Shinobi World War.
Six years...
That was enough to change many things.
People who had grown up in peaceful times had no sense of tension.
They lived freely beneath this blue sky.
Assuming this really was a peaceful era, there was nothing wrong with that.
But...
"Don't worry about it..."
Hyuga Sho patted Naruto's head.
"Everyone's experiences are different... and it's only logical that people can't understand one another."
Naruto Uzumaki had been kidnapped, had limbs severed, been crippled, injured... and endured many other experiences.
She was bound to have a distance between herself and her peers.
"Mm."
Naruto nodded.
She understood the gap between reality and ideals.
Looking around...
The children's faces appeared before Naruto's eyes.
Some of them were laughing.
Some cried because they were afraid of going to school.
There was even a black-haired Uchiha boy with a smug look on his face.
All kinds of