The Izakaya Disturbance
Upon hearing Koki's words, Shisui felt a great deal of relief dissipate from the deep-seated resentment that had been building up in his heart.
He experienced an unprecedented lightness and joy, like a ray of sunshine in the cold winter, piercing through his long-frozen heart.
He broke into a genuine smile, a smile he hadn't shown in a long time.
In a great mood, Shisui couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch Koki's arms.
Itachi was lying obediently in Koki's arms when Shisui pinched him, and his eyes widened in surprise and displeasure.
The little guy waved his little hand without hesitation and slapped Shisui's hand away in one go.
Shisui wasn't annoyed at all; on the contrary, he found Itachi's reaction extremely amusing. He watched Koki and Itachi with a smile, his eyes filled with affection.
"Hahaha." Koki looked at this heartwarming scene and took a deep breath. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and the aroma of earth.
He closed his eyes, letting the sunlight gently caress his face, immersing himself in this warmth and tranquility.
As the last rays of the setting sun silently disappear into the embrace of the horizon, the night, like a gentle painter, adorns the earth with a mysterious and tranquil veil using ink-black brushstrokes.
Koki's house, a place that usually exudes warmth and tranquility, is unusually lively tonight.
Soft light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting its glow on the courtyard path, like a ribbon of light winding forward.
Around the dining table, everyone sat together, each with a happy smile on their face, creating a truly warm and beautiful scene.
Tonight's table is not only laden with delicious food, but also filled with a precious sense of family reunion.
Even Uchiha Fugaku and Hatake Sakumo, who are rarely seen on ordinary days, joined in the joyful atmosphere of this family feast.
Their arrival undoubtedly added a special joy to the night.
The room was filled with the aroma of food and the warmth of family, with laughter and conversation mingling together.
The children's laughter and the adults' lively conversations—every sound is an indispensable note in this family's music.
As night fell, the streets and alleys of the Uchiha Clan Compound gradually sank into tranquility, with only the brightly lit izakayas in the distance still flashing with the hustle and bustle of the daytime.
However, this tranquility did not last long, as a sharp sound of shattering glass suddenly broke the silence of the night.
Inside the izakaya, a drunkard was unleashing his rage fueled by alcohol, his roars and rampage turning the entire space into a chaotic mess.
Customers got up one after another, some hiding in a corner, others hurriedly paying their bills and leaving, all afraid of being caught up in this sudden storm.
The owner of the izakaya, an elderly woman with white hair, stood behind the counter, her hands trembling, her eyes revealing endless helplessness and fear.
She was once the pillar of this family, but time has been cold and indifferent, and now she is all alone, guarding this little shop full of countless memories.
The old woman's two sons were outstanding ninjas in their clan. They were brave and fearless on the battlefield, writing legends time and time again with their lives.
Her husband also passed away from an illness a year ago, leaving her alone to face the noise and loneliness of this world.
At that moment, facing this troublesome drunkard, she felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and loneliness.
Her hands gripped the edge of the counter tightly, trying to keep herself calm.
However, a wave of fear and unease washed over her, almost overwhelming her.
How she wished someone would step forward and quell the commotion, just as brave and fearless as her sons had been back then.
However, reality was cruel; her cries and pleas went unanswered.
The drunkard's actions became increasingly violent, more items were smashed, and the tranquility of the izakaya was completely shattered.
Tears welled up in the old woman's eyes. She thought of her deceased family members and the warm times they had shared. Now, she could only watch helplessly as her life's work was destroyed bit by bit.
Today was Uchiha Yashiro to be on duty. He was leading his Military Police Force squad through the streets when suddenly a commotion broke the silence.
As the leader of the Uchiha Military Police Force, his sharp, eagle-like eyes instantly captured the chaotic scene inside the izakaya through the window of the house.
He immediately gave the order, and the team members entered the store in an orderly fashion, like Hayate.
Their arrival was like a shooting star in the dark sky, bringing a glimmer of hope.
The team members quickly subdued the drunk man and stopped his outrageous behavior.
Then, the troublemakers were taken away.
The old lady witnessed this scene and was filled with gratitude.
She walked shakily Earth Flow Uchiha Yashiro, bowed deeply, and said in a choked voice, "Thank you so much. I really don't know what I would have done if you hadn't arrived in time."
The Uchiha Yashiro gently helped the old woman up, his eyes filled with deep concern. "No need for such formalities. Ensuring the peace of our clan and territory is our mission. How are you feeling now? Do you need our assistance? For example, do you need some money to compensate for the losses?"
The old woman shook her head, a relieved smile appearing on her face, "Thank you for your concern, but I don't need money. Every month, my family provides a pension on time, which is enough to cover the expenses of this small shop. What I'm worried about is that this situation will scare away my customers."
Compensation? The Uchiha Yashiro was taken aback, as if he had suddenly realized something.
He looked at the old woman, bowed deeply, and said, "We will increase patrols in the surrounding area to ensure that such incidents do not happen again. Also, if you encounter any difficulties or need assistance, please feel free to contact us; we will always be your strong support."
The old lady nodded gratefully, expressing her thanks once again.
The members of the Uchiha guard team then left the izakaya to continue their mission.
The old woman stood at the shop entrance, watching them leave, her heart filled with respect and gratitude for these young ninjas.
After the Uchiha guards efficiently dealt with the disturbances at the izakaya, the atmosphere inside gradually returned to tranquility.
At that moment, the owner of the bathhouse next door, a plump middle-aged man, pushed open the door and came out with a warm smile on his face, clearly having a deep impression of what had just happened.