"I'm a little disappointed," Kushina said in a slightly pouty, coquettish tone, though her eyes were full of tenderness. "Compared to me, your personality is more like Minato's, you know."
Although Kushina was somewhat more lively and impulsive than Naruto, that odd verbal tic that slipped out made the two of them seem very alike.
Kushina listened carefully as Naruto recounted his experiences over the years, silently taking note of them. So Naruto's Jonin instructor was Kakashi.
That child... he shouldn't be as unreliable as Master Jiraiya and that old Third Hokage, should he? He wouldn't neglect Naruto, would he? She secretly hoped so, planning to ask him about it tomorrow or the day after.
"Really?" Hearing his mother say he resembled his father, Naruto instead gave a warm smile. "But I think my face actually looks a lot like Mom's. And Mom's hair is especially pretty too, like flames."
Listening to Naruto's gentle response and watching him try so hard to find similarities between them, Kushina was suddenly struck by a sense of déjà vu—as if she were speaking to the young Minato, who had always tried to act mature and sensible.
That thoughtfulness and maturity beyond his years made her heart ache. At the same time, whenever Naruto spoke of the past, he deliberately chose only warm, happy memories, hiding away all the darkness and pain.
Then her gaze swept across the dining table. This flavor... Kushina looked at the tomatoes prepared in every imaginable way that dominated the table, her feelings complicated.
Though her own hair was as bright as ripe tomatoes, she herself actually hated eating tomatoes.
However, in her Impure World Reincarnation state, she did not need to eat at all. She had even lost the most basic sensory pleasures, such as tasting food and