Dad's Gone, Can't Lose My Sister

Carrying two large fish, Su Yun followed Tang San into Tang Hao's home.

Upon entering, Tang San hurried into the house without a moment's delay, eager to share the good news of Su Yun's arrival with Tang Hao.

However, when he reached the inner room, it remained completely empty, exactly as it had been when he left that morning.

Only then did Tang San turn his head in realization to look at the dining table; the bowl of porridge served in the morning showed no signs of having been touched, which meant his father had not returned.

At this thought, a wave of panic washed over Tang San, as such a thing had never happened before.

Sensing the change in Tang San's expression, Su Yun couldn't help but ask.

"What's wrong, Brother San?"

Hearing Su Yun's inquiry, Tang San suppressed the unease in his heart.

"It's nothing, I just don't know where my dad went."

After saying this, Tang San forced a smile.

"It's fine, I'll go prepare the fish first."

With that, he carried the fish to the kitchen as if nothing had happened, scaling, gutting, and cleaning them...

Watching Tang San's reaction, Su Yun naturally knew that something must have happened.

And it had to be related to Tang Hao; after all, in this world, besides Tang Hao—ah, no, plus himself—there was no one else who could make Tang San look like this.

As for others, even Old Jack, who had been kind to him, wouldn't cause Tang San to react this way.

So, what happened to Tang Hao? Did he just run off? This was the only possibility Su Yun could think of.

As for being captured by Martial Soul Hall?

What a joke. Tang Hao had killed Qian Xunji; Bibi Dong must have been laughing her head off.

The wanted posters were just for show. If they really wanted to investigate—a six-year-old with Innate Full Soul Power, Blue Silver Grass, and the surname Tang—he would have been exposed long ago in the original story.

Thinking of this, Su Yun feigned boredom and glanced into the inner room.

The bed was empty, and then he looked at the dining table and the cabinets; the expression on his face became increasingly strange.

Damn it, it's one thing for Tang Hao to leave, but he didn't even leave a note?

This...

He hadn't done anything, had he? He'd only gotten a bit closer to Tang San. Why would things change so drastically?

Su Yun shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it. Perhaps he was mistaken, and Tang Hao had simply gone out for a stroll?

Tang San thought the same, but during lunch, although he tried his best to act happy, he still felt distracted.

The scene of a "harmonious family" meal he had envisioned was gone.

After the meal, Tang San seemed to notice his own emotional state and, feeling guilty toward Su Yun, contributed another 34 points of friendship value.

In the afternoon, Tang San remained distracted during his training, his gaze drifting toward the direction of his home from time to time.

Su Yun, meanwhile, continued to diligently practice Shave and Konoha Style Body Technique to increase his proficiency, making no attempt to comfort the little lamb.

Su Yun did want to farm friendship points, but too much of a good thing could backfire; if he kept this up, Tang San would get used to it and take it for granted, making it impossible to trigger more points, which was not what Su Yun wanted.

So, when they walked home together in the afternoon, Su Yun did not take the initiative to talk to the reticent Tang San as he usually did, his mind entirely occupied by the newly acquired Kenbunshoku Haki. Tang San, preoccupied with thoughts of Tang Hao, naturally didn't notice.

At the village entrance.

After the two parted ways, Tang San headed straight for home.

The room's furnishings were the same as when he had left; Tang Hao still had not returned.

Tang San's heart grew increasingly panicked. Although Tang Hao didn't treat him well, and although he had recognized a new younger sister, the fatherly love of Tang Hao was still something he craved.

"Dad must have gone to another village to forge."

"He'll definitely be back tonight."

Tang San muttered to comfort himself; in this moment, he finally looked like a child of his age.

Following his usual routine, he started a fire, cooked, and set the table.

Tang San didn't eat; he just sat outside the door and waited.

The wait lasted until sunset.

Night fell, and Tang Hao still had not returned.

Tang San's mind became more and more chaotic; he couldn't understand why Tang Hao would choose to leave without saying goodbye.

Could it be because he lost to Su Yun?

An absurd thought sprouted in Tang San's heart, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was true, as everything seemed to follow a pattern.

Ever since he learned his martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, Tang Hao's attitude had become increasingly harsh, and after learning he had lost to Su Yun, the disdain in his eyes had not been hidden at all...

Did he leave because he was disappointed in him?

At this moment, Tang San felt a pang of regret.

He regretted not telling Tang Hao about his Twin Martial Souls, and he regretted that if he had gone all out that day, perhaps he wouldn't have lost, and his father wouldn't have left.

Tang San pondered for the entire night, and he waited for the entire night as well.

The next morning, Tang Hao still had not returned home.

For the first time, Tang San ceased his day-to-day cultivation of the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Purple Demon Eye.

On the other side, Su Yun arrived with breakfast as usual.

On the small hillside.

Seeing no sign of Tang San, Su Yun did not grow anxious; he simply placed the lunchbox on a rock and began his own cultivation.

Because he lacked Tang San's attacks, Su Yun could only rely on his own insights, and his cultivation progress was as slow as a tortoise crawling.

An hour passed.

Su Yun stopped his cultivation; it really wouldn't work without someone to help!

Feeling extremely restless, Su Yun opened his system panel, preparing to find a solution.

For instance, creating a clone for sparring, but the moment he opened the shop, he felt terrible.

[Self-Created Soul Skill: One Qi Transforms into Three Purities], [Self-Created Soul Skill: Eight-Nine Profound Art: Hair Transformation], [Self-Created Soul Skill: Buddha Three-Body Method (Dharmakaya, Sambhogakaya, Nirmanakaya)], [Self-Created Soul Skill: God is Everywhere], [Self-Created Soul Skill: Quantum Form: Schrodinger's Cat]...

These items started at over ten billion, completely unaffordable, though there were slightly cheaper ones.

[Self-Created Soul Skill: Multi-Shadow Clone

Description: From the Naruto world, it can consume soul power to create a large number of physical clones. Each clone possesses independent consciousness, memory, and mobility, and upon dispelling, their experience, memories, fatigue, and even fatal injuries are fed back to the main body.]

However, it required a full 10 million Friendship Points. In the Naruto world, this looked weak, and in combat, other ninjas could take them out with a single punch.

But for cultivation, it was truly monstrous. As long as one could endure the side effects, creating 50 clones and cultivating for a day was equivalent to 50 days of cultivation—it was practically a bug.

Looking at his Friendship Points, which were just over 7,000, Su Yun helplessly closed the system shop.

He couldn't afford it; he absolutely couldn't afford it.

Just as Su Yun was preparing to temporarily give up on cultivating [Kenbunshoku Haki] and develop the [Rasengan] instead, he noticed a figure sprinting rapidly toward the small hillside.

The person arriving was none other than Tang San.

After confirming that Tang Hao seemed to have truly left, he had headed out and run at full speed the entire way.

His father was gone, so he couldn't afford to lose his little sister too.

Therefore, when Tang San arrived at the small hillside and gazed at that familiar figure, his hanging heart finally settled, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

[Friendship Points from Tang San +45.]

[Friendship Points from Tang San +55.]

Watching the system panel pop up in his field of vision, Su Yun couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He was truly worthy of being the top donor, little San-sheep; he had given 100 Friendship Points the moment they met.