Clothes

"Koki, what do you want to buy?" Izuna strolled leisurely, his hands casually behind his back, his eyes sweeping over the dazzling array of stalls lining the street.

"I want to buy clothes," Koki said softly in a low voice, wiping the fine beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

He held a high position in his family and never lacked food or clothing. Tailors would come regularly to make custom-made clothes for him, ensuring that they never had to worry about his appearance.

However, in this era of warring states, the heat was unbearable. The scorching sun hung high like a fireball. The traditional Uchiha robe, thick and airtight, felt like a heavy shackle in the sweltering heat, tightly binding the body. Every step felt like a wave of heat rolling over, making it unbearable.

"Okay." Upon hearing this, Izuna's eyes lit up instantly. Without saying a word, he grabbed Koki's arm, and soon the two of them stood in front of an inconspicuous little stall.

The stall owner was an elderly woman, her deep wrinkles etched with the marks of time. Upon seeing the two exceptionally handsome young men, her crow's feet deepened, and she greeted them warmly, "Are you looking to buy clothes? I just received a new batch of fabric; would you gentlemen like to take a look?"

Koki opened her mouth, but before she could utter a sound, Izuna beside her shouted, "Show me everything!"

Koki became anxious and quietly reached out to tug at Izuna's sleeve, shaking her head repeatedly and saying in a low voice, "Izuna, this looks like a stall that only sells fabric. The old lady probably doesn't know how to make clothes. Let's not bother."

"What's wrong?" Izuna asked, turning her head as she carefully selected something. The wisps of hair on her forehead trembled slightly with the movement, making her look a little disheveled.

Koki stood to the side, her tone tinged with helplessness. "I know absolutely nothing about tailoring."

The young man was slightly taken aback, unconsciously tightening his grip on the soft, simple fabric in his hand. A hint of shy blush gradually spread across his face, blending perfectly.

He scratched his head awkwardly, a hint of expectation in his voice. "I can do it, Koki. Shall I make you some clothes?"

"You?" Koki's eyes widened, filled with surprise and disbelief at his words.

Izuna is usually either fighting on the battlefield or engrossed in his clan's secret Ninjutsu. When have you ever seen him holding a needle and thread and cutting cloth? This sudden claim that he is "skilled in tailoring" is really hard to believe.

However, Izuna felt a strange emotion welling up inside him. He realized that even Koki had areas where she wasn't good at something, and a sense of joy inexplicably rose within him.

As his thoughts drifted, another idea suddenly occurred to him: tailoring requires measuring the body, so wasn't this the perfect opportunity for him to get close to Koki?

Upon realizing this, his cheeks burned even hotter.

"Izuna, what's wrong?" Izuna's expression was wandering, as if she was searching for some distant thought.

"Ahem." Startled by Koki's call, Izuna quickly composed himself. To conceal his flustered and shy demeanor, he deliberately raised his voice. "From now on, I'll take care of these trivial matters!"

Before he could finish speaking, he waved his hand with an air of grandeur and said to the old woman, "I'll take all of this fabric."

Koki: "..."

What's wrong with this kid again?

Izuna turned his head away, concentrating on arranging the fabric, muttering to himself about how to cut it and how to design the pattern.