Obito jumped up first and hooked Sasuke's shoulders in a familiar way.
"Let's go! It just so happens that I've been hungry for a long time. Sasuke Do you have anything to eat at home?"
Sasuke Without even raising his eyelids, he reached out and took the claw off his shoulder.
He was weighing in his mind whether he should first find a deserted alley and teach this kid what propriety and propriety meant.
And just when Sasuke rushed home with this group of elders with strange backgrounds, the dinner at home was almost ready.
A strong aroma of tomatoes and scrambled eggs wafted from the kitchen, and the lid of the pot bounced due to the heat.
The door lock clicked, and Sarada jumped in with Ninja Tools bag on his back. The soles of his shoes were still stained with some dust from the outside.
"Mom, I'm back!"
Sakura was watching the stove fire, turning the spatula in the pot twice, and answered the sound from across the kitchen when he heard the sound.
"You're back? How was your mission today? Were you injured?"
Sarada threw the Ninja Tools bag next to the sofa. The dust from his shoe soles rubbed hard against the doormat twice before his shoulders were completely relaxed.
She wiped her glasses, leaned toward the kitchen door and pouted.
"There's no mission. It's Chunin Ninja Exams soon. Teacher Konohamaru has been leading us to practice crazily recently."
"But to be honest, Mom, I actually don't have any confidence at all..."
Sakura Turn down the heat, put the spatula on the edge of the pot, raise your chin and think about it.
"Really, Sarada is going to join Chunin Ninja Exams so soon."
After she finished speaking, she glanced at Sarada and tapped the spatula lightly on the edge of the pot again.
Sarada propped up the kitchen door frame and leaned half in, asking more urgently.
"Mom, is Chunin Ninja Exams difficult? I feel that I am not prepared enough for both theory and practice!"
Sakura placed the spatula across the side of the pot, leaned against the stove, and tapped the handle with his fingers.
"Well, theory and actual combat are completely different things. The score depends on who is participating."
"For example, that idiot Naruto almost cried in the first written test. The less he knew, the harder he had to hold on, and his face almost touched the table."
"In the end, I just handed in a blank paper, which is very embarrassing!"
Sarada's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg in.
"Isn't it? Master Seventh Hokage actually handed in a blank paper back then?!"
Sakura couldn't help laughing. He picked up the bowl of soup next to him and took a sip. As soon as he entered his mouth, he was so hot that he took a breath.
"That's not true. But when we entered Forest of Death in the second game, Naruto and your father were quite good at playing and became the absolute main force of the team."
Sakura compared himself with the spoon, and lightly poked Sarada's forehead with his finger.
"At that time, my mother didn't have any use at all. It was good to be able to keep up with the rhythm of the two of them."
"Your father, on the other hand, handled the three exams with ease."
"While others were busy saving their lives, he was busy showing off his skills. It was almost like playing."
"It's just that something happened later and the exam couldn't be finished."
Sakura When he said this, he tapped the spatula on the edge of the pot and his eyes lit up.
"At that time, your father was considered by many to be the most difficult opponent to deal with."
Sarada was so absorbed in listening that he didn't even bother to smell the aroma wafting from the pot.
The expectation that had just emerged could not last long. She lowered her head and rubbed her fingers on her knees.
"Mom, by the way, when will dad come back? I also want him to accompany me to practice before the exam."
The range hood buzzed overhead, Sakura didn't answer for a moment, and the smile on his face faded a little.
Sakura reached out and rubbed her hair, his palm resting on the top of her hair for a while.
"I'm sorry, Sarada. Your father is now Shadow of the Shinobi World. In order to maintain the safety of Shinobi World, he has to travel abroad for a long time."
"He doesn't want to either, but it's his duty."
"Let's shoulder this vacancy in our family together. We need to understand him better, okay?"
Sarada took his hand back to his leg and slowly clenched it into a fist, his nails almost digging into his palm.
Since the last time I met my father, I haven't seen him for several months. Every time he comes back, he is covered in dust and scars.
Of course she knows how heavy the responsibility is on her father's shoulders, but just because she understands it doesn't mean she won't miss him.
Sarada swallowed back the words that came to his throat. After a moment, he patted Sakura on the shoulder.
"Mom, don't be sad. I know dad is very busy and he is protecting everyone."
"When I become Chunin, I can help you share some of the burden."
"And he is so powerful, he will surely catch all the bad guys soon!"
Sakura looked at her daughter's sensible look, her nose felt sore, she quickly turned around and turned on the stove again to continue cooking.
"Okay, okay, stop being sensational, go wash your hands and separate the bowls and chopsticks first. Make an extra bowl today to celebrate your preparation for the exam!"
Sarada chuckled, wiped the corners of his eyes, rolled up his sleeves, and took the vegetables on the side.
"I'll cut it, and mom will be in charge of the spoon. Don't let the pot get burnt today!"
Sakura glared at her, the spatula spinning rapidly in the pot.
"You're right!"
Sarada was about to take the knife when there was a clear knock on the door.
Boom, boom, boom.
The voice was not loud, but it came clearly into the kitchen filled with smoke and smoke.
Sakura was staring at the heat in the pot, turned down the stove and raised his chin towards the door.
"Sarada, go and see who is coming."
"Okay!"
Sarada put down the kitchen knife and ran to the door quickly.
She stood up on tiptoes and took a look out of the cat's eye. The sensor lights in the corridor were a bit dazzling.
The corridor light in the peephole was dazzling, but standing outside the door was the person she had been thinking about for months.
Black hair, one arm, and those eyes that she misses every day.
Her fingers touched the lock twice before she remembered to unscrew the door.
"Dad, you are back!"
As soon as the door opened, she rushed towards it.
It hurt a little when her forehead hit Sasuke's hard chest, but she didn't bother to rub it at all. Instead, she hugged her arms tighter.
Sasuke caught his daughter who was rushing towards him, and his body was swayed back by the impact. His always sullen face finally showed a smile.
He gently patted Sarada's back with one hand.
"Well, dad is back. Have you had a good meal recently?"
Sarada buried herself in Sasuke's arms and nodded vigorously.
"Yes, I am not lazy in my cultivation!"
Sasuke raised his hand and touched her hair. His movements were not very skillful, but he was extremely serious.
"That's good. It's actually more dangerous outside during Joint Chunin Exams this time. Dad won't leave for the time being. He will stay and practice with you for a few days."
Sarada raised his face, his glasses almost slipped under his nose, and his eyes were as bright as stars.
"Really? You're not leaving right away!"
Sarada was excited and looked over his father's shoulder, only to realize that there was a long line of people standing outside the door.
Obito was standing at the front wearing that funny mask, trying to squeeze in from the door frame to watch the fun.
Kakashi stood behind with his arms folded, his signature silver hair illuminated by the door light.
Minato and Kushina stood further back, and Lin also smiled and waved to her.
Everyone outside the door stared at the father and daughter, with curiosity on their faces.
Sarada's eyes opened wider and wider, he looked at his father, then at this group of people who were obviously here to have a meal, and asked curiously.
"Dad, are these people your friends?"
Sasuke opened his mouth and looked around the group of people outside the door.
"That's right..."
He couldn't tell his daughter that the group of people outside the door who looked about the same age as him, or even younger than him, were all elders from the past.
Obito became unhappy on the spot, stuck his head out from behind, pointed at himself and waved at Sarada.
"That's great, little girl! What do you mean? My uncle and your father have a life-long friendship!"
"To be honest, your dad almost peed on me a few days ago. Fortunately, I became invisible and escaped."
"However, your father was not as lively and cute as you when he was a child!"
Sasuke:"???"
And Kakashi covered his face behind him, not wanting to admit that this guy was actually his teammate.