Chapter 674: SATSUTO "Satsuto."
In the little courtyard, a blond, blue-eyed child came running excitedly out of his room at his mother's call. He clutched a wooden shuriken, its edges worn rough from being handled countless times by its owner.
Sunlight fell on his golden hair, turning those unruly short tufts a warm, pale gold.
Uchiha Satsuto. That was the name of this little four-year-old boy.
The little boy looked almost exactly like Naruto had as a child, having inherited all his father's distinctive features. The same blond hair and blue eyes, and even those faint whisker marks on his cheeks.
From Minato to Naruto, and now from Naruto to Satsuto, the same mold had been passed down through the generations.
Satsuto was the name Naruto had finally chosen for his son.
It was a name that bore his wife's influence through and through.
"Satsuki" (Satsuki) was an elegant name for May. "Satsuki" was an old name for the fifth month of the lunar calendar.
Carrying on the meaning of his wife's name—it really was a name that showed just how thoroughly his wife had him wrapped around her finger.
"Is it finally time?! All right! Mom, I'm ready! Can you teach me that super-awesome shuriken throwing technique today?"
Satsuto looked at his mother, his face full of anticipation as he spoke with boundless energy.
"That's right. Let's wait for your sister." Satsuki stood beneath the veranda. Her hair was a little longer than it had been a few years ago, the long black strands falling to her waist. Her refined features looked almost unapproachable, their lines cool and sharp, with a natural air of distance. Yet now, her face was filled with tenderness.
"But training as a ninja is very hard work. Are you really ready? This isn't a