After the birthday party candles were completely blown out, the lights in the room quickly turned on.
Himawari clapped her little hands happily, and Boruto also took the knife and took the initiative to cut the cake for everyone.
Warm laughter suddenly erupted from the dining table. Even Sasuke, who usually likes to keep a straight face, was eating silently with a small paper plate.
When the cake was cut to the last piece, Himawari, who was full of wine and food, had fallen asleep on Minato's lap, still holding an uneaten strawberry tightly with his little hand.
Boruto let out a long yawn, tilted his head on the back of the sofa, and his eyelids began to fight.
The night was so dark that even a few stars could not be seen. Naruto took a cup and swept around the living room.
Only then did everyone think of a very practical problem.
Although his house is not small, with so many people living in it at once, the space in the guest room is simply not enough.
Kushina didn't give him any room to hesitate. He looked around, grabbed Minato's arm, and patted Naruto's shoulder unceremoniously with his other hand.
"Your dad and I will be laying the floor in your living room tonight, just in time to watch you brat get up and go to work tomorrow morning!"
Kushina's words scared away Naruto's newly emerged sleepiness.
Naruto opened his mouth. He wanted to refute but didn't dare, so he could only nod with a grimace.
Hinata stood at the door of the kitchen, twisting the towel in his hand several times, unable to hide the embarrassment on his face.
For a while, I really didn't know how to arrange the remaining people.
Sakura noticed Hinata's embarrassment and quickly stepped forward to rescue him.
"Hinata, don't worry, I can just take the remaining four people back. After all, Uchiha compound, there are many empty rooms there, and there can always be a few beddings."
Sasuke leaned in the corner and heard this, raised his eyebrows, closed his eyes and sighed.
He neither nodded nor shook his head, but had already moved half a step towards the door, which was regarded as acquiescence.
The group of people said goodbye to Naruto's family. The night wind blew along the street. Sasuke was walking at the front, leading the four elders back to Uchiha compound.
The night fell overhead, and the street lights stretched the shadows of several people into long shadows.
Obito's restless temper has been unable to be hidden since he left the house, and he hasn't stopped talking, like a person entering the city for the first time.
He pointed at the tall buildings and looked around.
"Damn it! Look at that lamppost changing color on its own! What the hell is going on?"
He grabbed Kakashi by the collar, pulled it to the side, and pointed with the other hand at the building opposite with the neon sign.
"Look! Look! If I become Hokage in the future, I will definitely be able to build a whole street with this kind of thing!"
Kakashi rolled his eyes expressionlessly, and slapped his hand off his collar without politeness.
"Just you? You should practice Hand Seals first before you say such big words."
The two of them got into a ball on the street, and the noise could be heard far away.
Ye couldn't help but complained crazily in her heart, thinking that these two people together would be even funnier than a comedian.
Sarada walked beside Sakura, his eyes behind the lenses were full of curiosity, and he always felt that everything that happened today was like a dream.
She looked at Obito and then at Kakashi, feeling that the scene was extremely weird.
These guys, who look a few years older than me, are all legendary figures in history textbooks?
As soon as a few people pushed open the door of Sasuke's house and the entrance light turned on, Obito rushed directly into the living room.
He sank into the soft fabric sofa in the living room, put his legs on the coffee table, and let out an exaggerated sigh of contentment.
"This thing is so comfortable! It's ten thousand times more powerful than the camp bed in the mission tent!"
His hand touched a long remote control on the coffee table, turned it over and over curiously, and then started pressing random buttons on the TV.
The originally dark screen suddenly lit up with colorful pictures, and the sound was so loud that Obito jumped up from the sofa.
The remote control flew out immediately, drawing an arc in the air and hitting the brand new TV screen.
Sasuke stood at the entrance, stretched out a hand, and caught the remote control before it hit the screen.
The veins on his forehead twitched twice, his hand had already been placed on the Kusanagi Sword knife handle at his waist, and he breathed slowly before suppressing his murderous intention.
Sarada stood at the entrance of the corridor, his mouth opened so wide in shock that he could swallow a rice ball.
The father she usually saw, no matter what situation he faced, had a cold look that kept strangers away from him, and he even spoke with a sense of oppression.
But now?
This Shadow of the Shinobi World was actually troubled by an idiot of the same age and was left helpless and helpless.
With this kind of contrast in front of him, Sarada even his father's usual cold face almost couldn't match the person in front of him.
She couldn't help but wonder, where did this weird thing come from?
Sakura Seeing that the situation was not going well, he quickly ran out to smooth things over and quickly took out four spare beddings from the locker.
Sakura spread the mattress smoothly with his hands and feet, then turned around and quietly put the remote control into the drawer, and then smiled gently at Obito.
"Senior Obito, the electrical appliances at home are a bit complicated to operate and can easily injure your hands."
She stood up, poured him a glass of warm water and placed it in a safe place without electricity.
"You sit down and take a rest for a while. If you're bored and want to watch something, just ask me to watch it."
Ye leaned against the wall, folded his arms, held a water glass and watched the farce with great interest, and took a sip of water.
After Sasuke went to wash up with a dark face, Sarada finally couldn't hold back the gossip in his heart.
She took the opportunity to quietly grab Sakura's sleeve and pulled her to the corner of the kitchen to whisper about the true identities of Obito and Kakashi.
Sakura bent down to her ear, holding back laughter, and his shoulders shook slightly.
"That little brother with silver hair is really the later Mr. Sixth Hokage when he was young!"
After hearing these words, Sarada covered his forehead and held his hand on the wall to relax for a while.
The radiant filter she had seen in the history books was shattered all over the floor.
It turns out that when Mr. Sixth was young, he was also an ordinary boy who had no motivation to quarrel and bicker with others!
How could this be Hokage?
I heard it at night and silently lit a row of candles for this Sixth Hokage in my heart. This dark history will probably never be washed away.
That night, a few people slept together at Sasuke's house and finally settled down.
In the early morning of the next day, before it was bright yet at Naruto's house, Kushina's voice had already woken him up by yelling across the living room.
He faced the bruises on his face that had not healed, and his eyes were now so dark and blue that he forced a yawn and walked to the entrance to change his shoes for work.
Not only did he not sleep well last night, the pain on his face also reminded him of how terrifying his mother's iron fist was.
Just as he bent down, a hand landed firmly on his shoulder.
Naruto looked back and saw that Minato, who was wearing the fourth generation Hokage Haori, had finished washing up, and he felt very refreshed.
Minato looked at his son's half-dead look and smiled gently.
"Let's go Naruto, as I promised you last night, I will accompany you to handle official business today."
This contrast between father and son made Naruto feel ridiculous, but he was still moved first.
After he was stunned, he quickly nodded vigorously, and his eyes almost heated up.
Dad loves me the most!
The father and son walked along the morning street and stepped into the familiar Hokage's Office.
Shikamaru is currently holding several stacks of scary-thick documents and preparing to put them on his desk.
Shikamaru looked up and first saw Seventh with half of his face swollen, and then saw the living Fourth Hokage behind him wearing the fourth generation Hokage Haori.
Shikamaru The pile of documents in his hand fell to the floor with a clatter, and the signature pen in his mouth also fell to the floor with a clatter.
Shikamaru opened his mouth several times, but in the end he just stared at the pen that fell on the ground, unable to squeeze out a single word for a long time.
Isn't it so early in the morning that he hasn't woken up yet?