Chapter 59

But with taijutsu, everything was perfect - for a long time I was paired only with Rock Lee, my peers did not even try to compete with me. True, it has not yet been possible to win against the Green Beast, but that's why he is the Beast. In addition, after all, I already pulled a lot of disciplines, so it's quite natural that in certain disciplines the masters of these areas will do me dry, but having accumulated skills and swinging, I will start doing them by combining directions.

Oh, and also, noticing that I had time, Ino asked her to train. At first I wanted to refuse, still a unique style and all that. But suddenly I remembered both the fight between Ino and Sakura in the chunin exam, and the same fight, but at the beginning of taijutsu training. And I realized that a unique style is a unique style, but the girl has one life, and I don't want to shorten it. And if there is an opportunity to make that life easier and save you from many problems, then why not?

It seems that Ino read all my thoughts in the face ... what can I say, her hearts caught up with the twins, and the new screen turned out to be quite good.

And so time continued to run. The tenth celebration has come since the day of the victory over the Fox.

Naruto's apartment, evening.

One of the four inhabitants of the apartment sat in the kitchen and looked at the lights and idly staggering people outside the window. The apartment itself was immersed in a strange, viscous atmosphere.

Neither his guardians nor Hana knew what to say. Like many times before, Naruto refused to go to the party, wrapping up, albeit politely, all his acquaintances and friends. Even Saya and Aya with their mother refused.

Indifference, boredom and a little pity could be seen in the look turned to the street. Too old for a child to have, too childish for an adult to have.

Hana, who was standing nearby washing the dishes, was casting worried glances at Naruto, trying to remember why he was having such a reaction. Yes, she knew that this holiday was not the happiest for the jinchuuriki, but even completely drunk individuals should not allow themselves too much, especially if he was in the company of two anbu and the heiress of the clan. Then why? Something on the verge of consciousness flickered, but the thought could not be pulled out.

Hitomi and Yugao just lay on their beds, relaxing, resting, and also in not the most rosy thoughts. And Yugao also had a strange thought that she had missed something. And, not for the first time.

They were brought out of this strange atmosphere by a knock on the door. Demanding and lightweight. When Uzuki reached the door, she flung it open, and immediately there was a polite greeting, too polite for an equal to an equal. Hana understood this right away, since the heiress of a clan, even one like Inuzuka, should read such semitones at a time.

- Mum. - Looking out into the corridor, stated the girl.

Despite her mother's apology and the opportunity to return, Hana never returned and did not forgive her mother. So there was a chill in the words and look.

Quickly walking into the kitchen, Tsume, ignoring her daughter and Hitomi who had followed, as well as Hitomi who appeared in the doorway of the room, looked at the sad Naruto, the empty table and the washed dishes. Inuzuka Senior's eyes gleamed unkindly.

- Okay, these two, they seem to have either not been informed, or at first considered unimportant. And then they didn't even remember. But you, my daughter, should have known! Yet only his peers do not know about the whole situation and some subtleties. Tsk, young and stupid bitches… ahem, individuals! Yes, and you two are good, you could ask your superiors about such behavior of the ward! Or didn't you think? Tsume almost growled.

If looks could kill, then at least Hitomi would already be the killer of the head of a rather large clan. However, Tsume also did not lag behind, and her gaze could arrange a bloody battle. But looks couldn't kill unless you were an Uchiha.

Gritting her teeth, Tsume abruptly walked over to the table (Hitomi suppressed the urge to throw a kunai with a huge effort of will, realizing with her head that Naruto was not in danger), and put a scroll on it. Quickly unwrapping that one, I printed out of it… a medium-sized cake.

Naruto stared at it dazedly, because he missed the moment when something else, too warm and soft, appeared between the chair and his sirloin. To be just an object.

"Should have done it much sooner, but... Happy Birthday Naruto." – He heard an unusually soft voice above him, sitting him on his knees Tsume.

- It's funny ... this is the first cake in all my ten years. It's the first time I'm celebrating a birthday," Naruto said softly, hiding his eyes behind his bangs.

At that moment, Hitomi was incredibly ashamed. I looked through the dossier, I didn't study it properly, I didn't know, I forgot. It doesn't matter how you call it, the main thing is the fact itself, they have been living together for four years now, and this is still his first holiday.

Yugao stood next to her, ready to literally fall through the ground. She clearly knew the reason for such a blunder. Poorly studied the dossier. Assuming that she will be the nanny of the jinchuriki for six months at most. Yes, and she had a slight prejudice against him at first, for which she repented even more. So Naruto's personal information was skimmed over and long forgotten.

Hana, who knew this fact, was in approximately the same state, but earlier he was of little interest to her, she could not even imagine that she would at least personally know the jinchuriki of the village, let alone that she would live with him ... it was generally complete delirium before, however, fate had a different opinion. And the information, once pushed into the far corner of memory, flashed brightly at the words of the mother, just as Hana's cheeks flashed brightly.

And Naruto himself, with an imperceptible movement, turned around and buried his face into Tsume's body.

- Can I sit here for a bit? came a quiet and timid question.

Still, no matter how self-sufficient you are, such a manifestation of care can reach out to anyone, and the child's body left an additional imprint on the perception of the event.

- Certainly. - Tsume answered softly, starting to stroke the man's hair, and literally scorching the three unlucky figures with her eyes.