After Naruto's back disappeared from view, Hyuga Tokuma glanced at his young lady and could not help but sigh inwardly.
As someone with experience, he knew that Miss Hinata had fallen for that Demon Fox brat. But the boy's identity was extremely sensitive—he was the village's Jinchuriki, destined to become a prize contested by the village's various factions.
Miss Hinata was the future head of the Hyuga Clan. It would be difficult for her to be with a Jinchuriki.
However, since the clan head had long known about this, he must have tacitly approved. As a mere special Jonin, Tokuma was better off staying out of the main family's affairs and simply fulfilling the Branch Family's duty.
Still, whenever Tokuma looked at the delighted Hinata, he could not help thinking about such future matters.
A frail little girl always made people feel sorry for her.
At that moment, Hinata raised her head and said to Tokuma, "Uncle Tokuma, let's hurry back. Today's training hasn't started yet. I want to master the Gentle Fist Thirty-Two Palms as soon as possible, so I can defeat Brother Neji."
Tokuma said nothing more and simply carried out the order in silence.
On the way back.
Naruto swaggered through the bustling streets. As he sensed that familiar malice, a smile gradually curled across his lips.
The looks from the passersby around him seemed much friendlier as well. Venting their dissatisfaction on the Demon Fox—that was the Konoha ninja village he knew. Otherwise, he would have thought he had wandered into the wrong village.
Still, these villagers had become much smarter. None of them dared slander him to his face; they only dared to maliciously insult him behind his back.
If his growing strength had not expanded the range of his senses, he truly would