Hiroshi: I'm Valued

A few days later, in the evening, the door of the Nohara House was pushed open.

"I'm home."

Hiroshi's voice was an octave higher than usual, and he floated in as if walking on clouds.

Shin-chan, who was drawing on the floor, looked up when he heard the sound. Miya also peeked out from the Kitchen, still holding a spatula.

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Hiroshi stood at the Genkan, hands on his hips, chin held high, his mouth almost splitting to his ears. His smugness could be felt from three meters away.

Shin-chan and Miya exchanged a glance.

Then, with great tacit understanding, they continued with their own tasks.

Shin-chan lowered his head and continued drawing.

Miya turned and went back to the Kitchen.

Hiroshi, standing at the Genkan, paused as he took off his shoes.

Huh?

He held the pose for two seconds.

No one spoke.

He cleared his throat again, not too loud, not too soft, just enough for the people inside to hear.

But there was still no reaction.

Hiroshi's smile froze. After changing into his slippers, he deliberately stepped loudly and stood in the center of the Living Room.

Shin-chan changed his posture, not even lifting his head.

Hiroshi took a deep breath, walked to the side of the sofa, plopped down, and crossed his legs.

"Today..." he drew out the word, his voice rising at the end, "something big happened."

Miya came out of the Kitchen with a dish, placed it on the table, and glanced at him.

"Mm."

Just one word.

Hiroshi's mouth twitched. He waited a while longer, and seeing that neither of them had any intention of asking further, he finally couldn't hold it in.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Hiroshi cleared his throat, his voice loud enough to seemingly flip the roof.

Shin-chan finally looked up, glancing at him.

"Father, is your throat uncomfortable?"

"No," Hiroshi's face turned red. "I have good news to announce."

"What good news?"

Hiroshi puffed out his chest, hands on his hips, and announced in a tone as if declaring national affairs, "I'm getting promoted!"

"Promoted?" Miya was stunned at first, then a smile appeared on her face. "Promoted to what?"

Hiroshi cocked his chin smugly. "Guess."

"Jonin?"

Hiroshi shook his head.

"Special Jonin?"

He continued to shake his head.

Miya looked a little confused. "Then what is it?"

Hiroshi took a deep breath and puffed out his chest. "I received an invitation from Root."

Miya froze.

Shin-chan tilted his head. "What's Root? Is it the kind that grows in the ground?"

Hiroshi immediately perked up and began to chatter:

"Root, that's Konohagakure's most formidable ninja organization, directly obeying Lord Danzo. They specialize in executing the most classified and dangerous missions. Those who can join Root are the elite of the elite, the masters of masters."

He then became more and more excited, gesticulating wildly.

"Do you know how powerful Root ninjas are? The missions they carry out, others can't even hear about. Their training, others wouldn't dare to imagine. To be able to join Root, that means..."

"Are you going then?" Miya interrupted him.

Hiroshi paused, then revealed an even more triumphant smile.

"Don't rush, I'm not finished yet."

Hiroshi stood up and paced around the Living Room like a peacock displaying its plumage.

Miya watched him.

Shin-chan also looked at him.

Hiroshi enjoyed the feeling of being watched for two seconds, then slowly said, "Besides the invitation from Root, I received another one."

After speaking, he paused, turned to look at Miya and Shin-chan, the proud smile on his lips unstoppable.

"The Third Hokage personally requested me to work at the Hokage Building, responsible for paperwork and mission coordination." Hiroshi patted his chest, "Your husband here has been valued by the Hokage-sama!"

Miya's eyes widened slightly, "The Third Hokage personally requested you?"

"Yes." Hiroshi nodded vigorously, "It shows that my hard work and outstanding performance have been noticed by the Hokage-sama."

After speaking, he put his hands on his hips, waiting for Miya's amazement.

Miya was silent for two seconds, "Two invitations?"

"Yes."

"Received on the same day?"

"Yes."

"What did Root say? What were their conditions?"

Hiroshi was stunned for a moment, "The conditions were naturally good, double the allowance, specialized training resources, and future missions would all be high-level."

"Then where do you plan to go?"

Hiroshi didn't hesitate at all, "Of course to the Hokage Building."

Miya was stunned for a moment, "Why? Didn't you say Root's benefits were good?"

Hiroshi nodded, walked up to Miya, and put his arm around her shoulder.

"The benefits are good, but Root's missions are also very dangerous. They often involve secret missions, and you might be gone for days, sometimes not even able to say where you're going."

Miya fell silent.

Hiroshi continued, "The Hokage Building is different. Paperwork, mission coordination, nine-to-five, occasional field work, but all near the Village."

He then smiled.

"I need to be with you all. This kid is so troublesome, how can you manage him alone?"

Miya looked at him, suddenly not knowing what to say.

Hiroshi looked at Shin-chan again, "And he's hanging out with those powerful people every day, learning Blade Techniques, Fire Style, and such. I need to work harder in other areas, otherwise, how will I manage him in the future?"

Shin-chan blinked, "Dad, are you very weak?"

Hiroshi's face fell.

"What do you mean 'weak'? I'm a Chunin! A Chunin!"

"How about compared to Father Kakashi?"

Hiroshi choked.

Miya let out a snicker beside him.

Hiroshi glared at her, then squatted down to look at Shin-chan. "Remember this, son. Even if I'm not the strongest ninja, I'm definitely the most responsible father."

Shin-chan looked at him and thought for a moment.

"Can responsibility be eaten as food?"

"..."

"Can it buy Chocolate Sticks?"

"..."

"Can it stop Mother from hitting me?"

Hiroshi took a deep breath and stood up.

"Miya, is dinner ready?"

Miya smiled and walked towards the Kitchen.

"Almost, almost, just wait a little longer."

Hiroshi walked to the Dining Table and sat down. Shin-chan sidled up to him.

"Father."

"Hmm?"

"Between a job in Root and a job in the Hokage Building, which one is more impressive?"

Hiroshi thought for a moment.

"A job in Root is a bit more impressive, but a job in the Hokage Building is safer."

"Which one would you want to go to?"

Hiroshi smiled and ruffled his head. "I want to go to the one where I can be with you."

Shin-chan tilted his head and looked at him. "Father, you're a little handsome today."

Hiroshi froze for a moment, then his lips curled into a smile, as if he'd struck gold.

"Really? How handsome?"

Shin-chan thought for a moment.

"Ten thousand times more handsome than Chinjao."

"Is that a compliment?" Hiroshi's expression was complicated.

"I guess so." Shin-chan nodded, "Chinjao is very annoying."

Hiroshi sighed.

Forget it, handsome is handsome. If he has to be compared to Chinjao, then so be it.

Miya's voice came from the Kitchen.

"Dinner's ready, come and get the dishes."

Shin-chan jumped up and ran towards the Kitchen, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

Hiroshi sat in place, watching the cheerful figure, then looking at the busy figure in the Kitchen, a smile appeared on his face.

Chunin is Chunin then.

Being able to come home for dinner every day, being able to watch this Kid grow up, is enough.