Xuan Zhe grabbed her wrist, his smile widening. "Come on, let me remind you how that night felt."
Year 51 of Konoha.
This batch of little ones had all turned three.
For children from shinobi clans, this age was a major milestone.
Starting at three, they could try training their chakra.
Naruto's dad headed the Intelligence Department, so the boy was a bona fide second-generation shinobi.
Now he, too, had started learning to gather chakra with his parents.
But no one knew whether the half of the Nine-Tails chakra inside him was causing trouble, or whether Asura's reincarnation was naturally missing a few screws.
Every ninjutsu practice made Kushina so angry her hair stood on end, and she wanted nothing more than to hit someone. Beside her, Minato could only try to calm things down with a wry smile.
One day, after dinner.
It was time to practice chakra again.
Naruto sat in front of his parents, bringing his hands together to form a seal.
He strained hard, grunting, "Mmm, mmm, mmm."
About half a minute passed-
Pfft!
A strange smell burst out, followed by an especially loud noise reaching the couple's ears.
Two seconds later.
"Get over here, you little brat! What did I teach you?!"
Kushina's red hair rose as she lunged at Naruto, clawing at the air.
Minato hurriedly wrapped his arms around her from behind, repeatedly urging, "Kushina, calm down. He's still little!"
Seeing his mother go berserk like a red-hot chili pepper, Naruto was scared nearly out of his wits. Without another word, he vaulted out the window and ran.
On Konoha's winter streets, cold wind blew straight down people's collars.
Naruto wandered alone, muttering, "It was just a fart. Did she have to get that mad? Shikamaru was right. Moms really are