Goten returned to the Ramen Shop and polished off twenty bowls of chashu ramen in one go. His belly bulged round, and he rubbed it, let out a burp, and felt that his life had reached its peak.
"Burp. It feels so good to be full." He was thoroughly satisfied.
"Goten, eat a little slower." Ayame gently wiped the corner of his mouth.
"Mm." Goten enjoyed Ayame's gentle care. Suddenly remembering something, he slapped his forehead and nearly threw up the noodles he had just eaten.
"Oh, I almost forgot the important stuff!" Goten hurriedly jumped off his stool.
"What important stuff?" Ayame tilted her head.
"My Prospective Little Wife is still upset!" Goten rushed outside.
"Little wife?" Ayame laughed at his words, then shook her head somewhat helplessly.
Goten jogged straight toward Sakura's house. He knew she must still be at home crying. That Sasuke really was a troublesome guy, making Sakura cry so badly.
Sure enough, muffled sobs came from inside Sakura's house. Goten pushed open the door and saw Sakura sitting alone on the sofa, hugging her knees, her little face red and swollen from crying.
"Sakura! Why are you still crying?" Goten walked over.
Sakura looked up and saw Goten, and her tears began falling uncontrollably again. She felt so embarrassed.
"Goten... I..." Her voice choked as she blamed herself terribly.
"Oh, what's there to cry about?" Goten walked over and plopped down beside Sakura. He pulled Sasuke's forehead protector from his pocket and held it out to her.
"Look, what's this?"
Sakura took the forehead protector blankly, the deep slash across it leaving her dazed.
"This is Sasuke's forehead protector... did you bring him back?" she asked quietly.
"No. This forehead protector belongs to that show-off, but he wouldn't come back. He wants to get