Big Sister's Temper Tantrum

Before long, the modest living room in Tazuna's house was full of people.

The air was filled with the salty, savory smell of stewed sea fish and the fragrance of rice.

Around the long, low dining table sat Kakashi, Naruto, Jiraiya, the young Sasuke, Boruto, along with the master of the house, Tazuna, his daughter Tsunami, and his young grandson Inari, all gathered together and preparing to eat breakfast.

Though the family was poor, Tsunami had still done her best to put together a fairly plentiful meal: mostly sea fish prepared in various ways, cold seaweed salad, pickled side dishes, and a small bowl of steaming white rice in front of each person.

For the common people of the Land of Waves, who had been exploited by the Matsuo Group for years and lived in hardship, this was already the highest standard of hospitality.

Everyone began eating in silence. The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Naruto shoveled rice from his bowl, looking a little distracted, his gaze flicking now and then toward the staircase to the second floor.

"Yo, this way of pan-frying fish... I've never seen it before..." Jiraiya, on the other hand, was eating with relish, occasionally commenting on how the fish had been cooked.

Kakashi, as always, held that little copy of Icha Icha Paradise, reading as he ate.

The young Sasuke and Boruto ate quickly, as if each had something on his mind.

Tazuna looked down at the rice in his bowl, his brows tightly furrowed, clearly worried about the bridge project.

Only the young Inari seemed not to fully understand the adults' worries yet. He ate his fish in small bites, curiously sizing up these foreign ninja.

Halfway through breakfast, faint footsteps came from the stairs.

Everyone looked up and saw Hinata slowly walking down.

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