This Family Lacks the Most Chakra

When Hiroshi went home today, he walked with a swagger.

The key turned twice in the lock, the door opened, and before anyone appeared, their voice arrived first.

"I'm back!"

Miya peeked out from the kitchen and saw Hiroshi carrying a dozen beers, a smug smile on his face.

"Buying beer again?" Miya frowned. "Didn't we just drink some yesterday?"

Hiroshi scratched his head, about to say something, when Miya walked over and snatched the case of beer from Hiroshi hand.

"I drink Tenten. Drinking too much is bad for your health." She put the beer on the shelf. "I'll save this for the holidays."

Hiroshi's hand was still in the position of holding something, frozen in place.

"How could this be...?"

"What? Go wash your hands, dinner's ready." Miya had already turned and gone back to the kitchen.

Hiroshi stood in the Genkan, his shoulders slumped, and after changing his shoes, he dragged his feet toward the Living Room.

In the Living Room, Shin-chan lay face down on the table, his face buried in his arms.

Hiroshi was taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

Shin-chan didn't look at him, his lips slightly pouting. "The Chocolate Stick the Silver Haired Uncle gave me was confiscated by my mom."

Hiroshi's lips twitched. "Your things were confiscated too?"

"Also?"

Shin-chan then turned his head and looked at Hiroshi.

Hiroshi sighed and sat down on the Tatami: "My beer was confiscated too."

The father and son exchanged a glance and sighed simultaneously.

"Mom went too far," Shin-chan said first.

Hiroshi nodded in agreement. "Exactly."

"The Silver Haired Uncle brought it specifically for me."

"I bought it specifically."

The two of them sighed again.

The father and son exchanged a glance, then simultaneously leaned over the table, face to face, with identical expressions.

"Why do adults always confiscate our things?" Shin-chan asked.

"That's right," Hiroshi said.

"It's clearly ours."

"That is."

"Mom is so mean."

Hiroshi opened his mouth, wanting to agree, but then swallowed his words: "Well... your mother is only doing this for your own good."

Shin-chan looked at him, his eyes clearly saying, "That's not what you just said."

Hiroshi looked away and coughed lightly.

Miya's voice came from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready, go wash your hands!"

Shin-chan and Hiroshi both looked up at the same time, stood up at the same time, and walked to the restroom at the same time. Their previous thoughts of "uniting against outsiders" vanished instantly.

The two were walking side by side down the corridor when Shin-chan suddenly spoke.

"Dad."

"Um?"

Why should someone with Chakra listen to someone without Chakra?

Hiroshi looked down at Shin-chan- chan's serious face and remained silent for two seconds.

"Because the person without Chakra is your mother."

Shin-chan thought for a moment and asked, "What if Mommy isn't Mommy?"

That's your mother too.

I mean, if.

"There are no ifs." Hiroshi quickened his pace and headed towards the restroom.

Shin-chan followed behind, unwilling to give up. "Dad, you still haven't answered me."

Hiroshi pretended not to hear, turned on the tap to wash his hands, Shin-chan also put his hands in, splashing water all over himself.

"Shin-chan, don't get it on your clothes."

"Oh."

The two people came out of the restroom.

Hiroshi looked up and froze.

There was a glass of beer poured on his seat, the Utakata still clinging to it, clearly it had been poured recently.

Hiroshi looked at the beer, then glanced towards the kitchen, and suddenly felt a lump in his throat. "Miya..."

"Stop talking nonsense and eat." Miya put down the dishes and sat down opposite him.

Hiroshi picked up his beer, took a big gulp, then let out a long sigh of relief, and the smile returned to his face.

Shin-chan, staring at the beer beside him, swallowed hard. "Dad, is it good?"

"Delicious." Hiroshi took another sip and squinted his eyes.

Shin-chan turned to look at Miya: "Mommy, I want one too."

Children shouldn't drink alcohol.

"Then why can Dad drink it?"

"Because Dad is an adult."

Shin-chan looked at Hiroshi, then at Miya: "Then why doesn't Mom drink it?"

Miya ignored him and turned to Hiroshi: "So, what good news is there today?"

Hiroshi put down his cup and cleared his throat.

"The Third Hokage praised me today."

Miya paused in her act of picking up food. "What did I say to praise you?"

"They said I'm hardworking and responsible," Hiroshi puffed out his chest. "They told me to keep up the good work, and there will be opportunities for promotion in the future."

Miya nodded and continued picking at her food, "And then?"

"Then..." Hiroshi paused, "Asked me a strange question."

What's the problem?

"They asked me if I had any relatives in the Land of Fire."

Miya stopped eating and looked up at Hiroshi: "What did you say?"

"I said no," Hiroshi scratched his head. "Our family has always been in Konoha, we don't have any relatives in the capital."

Miya paused for a moment, then put down her chopsticks.

"What's wrong?" Hiroshi asked.

Miya glanced at Shin-chan- chan.

Shin-chan was engrossed in eating, his cheeks bulging, seemingly not listening.

Miya lowered her voice. "A girl came to our house today."

"A girl?"

"Her status seems unusual; her guards call her 'Your Highness.'"

Hiroshi's chopsticks fell onto the table. "Your Highness? Coming to our house?"

"She's here to see Shin-chan," Miya said. "She said she met him on the street yesterday, Shin-chan invited her to come over to play."

Hiroshi turned to look at Shin-chan.

With Shin-chan mouth full of rice, Shin-chan mumbled, "Um, she has big thighs, and she even treated me to meatballs."

Hiroshi opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Miya continued, "I brought gifts with me, they weren't cheap."

Hiroshi remained silent for a long time.

"There's one more thing," Miya continued from the side.

Hiroshi looked at her, a sudden unease creeping into his heart. "What is it?"

"Lord White Fang went to school today."

"Lord White Fang?" Hiroshi was taken aback. "Wasn't he on a mission?"

"You're back." Miya took out a short sword and placed it on the table. "I gave Shin-chan a short sword."

Hiroshi looked down at the short knife on the table and drew it.

"Chakra Blade?" Hiroshi's eyes widened slightly. "How much would that cost...?"

"And Chocolate Stick," Shin-chan added from the side, "Mom confiscated them."

Miya glared at him. "I've put that box of Chocolate Stick away. I'll give it back to you when you behave well."

Shin-chan's mouth twitched.

Hiroshi sheathed his short sword and remained silent for a long while.

The Hokage-sama asked him today if he had any relatives in the Land of Fire. Could that be related to these matters?

He picked up his beer and downed it in one gulp.

"Dad, why aren't you saying anything?" Shin-chan looked up.

"It's nothing." Hiroshi put down his empty cup. "Let's eat."

Shin-chan said "Oh" and continued eating.

Miya glanced at Hiroshi, vaguely knowing what he was thinking, and said softly, "Don't overthink it."

"Understood." Hiroshi and instinctively picked up the empty glass.