Chapter 5: The Trap for Shin Uchiha

— Mom... I'm sorry! — Sarada started crying. — I didn't know that everything was so complicated... stupid... I said a lot of unpleasant things to you…

The daughter was crying in remorse. She deeply regretted insulting her mother. Memories of this covered with a wave of shame. Shame enveloped her nature. Sarada felt like a dirty and bad girl. And her mother became a holy woman whom she admired and loved more than ever before.

She felt inferior to her mother.

— Sarada... — Sakura whispered in amazement.

Her husband returned and settled all the disputes and grievances in their family. She was happy at first. But looking at her crying daughter, who repeatedly brought her to tears, Sakura felt as if her heart had been torn out and crushed. Tears burst from her emerald eyes.

She approached her daughter, and, standing on tiptoe, Sakura smiled affectionately through her tears: "Don't cry, honey. I'm not mad at you. The fact that you wanted to see your father is natural.

— But I insulted you, — crying, Sarada looked down, not daring to look at the holy face of her mother.

— Once I did this to my mother, — Sakura consolingly put her hand on her face, removing tears from her daughter's eyes. — As my mother told me, she also did this to her mother — my grandmother. The rebellion of children against their parents is inevitable, but this is just part of growing up. The rebellion passes, and between parents and children, the bond and understanding is strengthened.

Sarada blinked, stunned. Her mother's truthful words calmed her down, as training and vague memories of her father calm her down. From the depths of her soul, a sigh of relief escaped. The tears stopped. Silently, she hugged her mother as tightly as she hugged her father before.

Sakura smiled softly, hugging her daughter, feeling the warmth and fragility of her small body, full of love and tenderness.

A stronger bond was formed between them than Susanoo. Now they could understand each other without a word.

Such a bond between parents and children is very rare and precious.

***

Uchiha thought about how perfect he was.

Sasuke sighed wearily. Still, supporting acting is better than top actors, unnecessarily exhausting. But that's the way. It is unlikely that he will ever be able to tell everyone the truth. And you don't need to. No matter what kind of mask he puts on, for the sake of achieving immortality, it's all worth it.

Looking at the sunny weather outside, he thought. If he remembers correctly, soon the pseudo Uchiha will try to capture his daughter when she leaves the village to use her to blackmail him and Sakura. He can't let that happen. We need to deal with this little thing. And to do this, you need to set a trap.

Coming closer to the family, Sasuke told them: — Let's go on a picnic in the forest for Konoha.

— A picnic? Sakura was taken aback. She never expected to hear these words from her husband. He had never asked for anything like this before.

Sarada's face gleamed with joy. The thought of spending the day picnicking with her parents together filled her with flowers of happiness.

— Mom, get ready! We're coming," she excitedly took her mother's hand.

— Uh... uh-huh, okay, — the confusion on Sakura's face was replaced by blissful determination. She was glad to see her daughter so happy. Since it turned out that way, then she should start packing. And the strangeness of her husband's wishes no longer seemed strange to her, because it seems that he has changed for the better. I began to pay attention to my family. He became kind and romantic. This pleases her most of all.

Leaving her family in the kitchen, Sakura ran into her pink room. Opening the locker, she took out a grass blanket. The blanket is carefully folded.

Holding the blanket under her clean-shaven armpit, she returned to the kitchen. In the kitchen, her husband and daughter were talking.

Sakura took a cutting board and a knife, a thermos of tea, garbage bags, water bottles, plates, glasses, and vegetables and fruits from the kitchen. All this she carefully put in a huge basket that she always had.

She made a couple of sandwiches, fried meat, cooked food, and took a bottle of scarlet wine. Then I did everything else I needed for a picnic. It took two hours.

With a basket filled with everything necessary, the wife approached the family with a smile.

The basket is heavy for ordinary people, but not for Sakura. Her superhuman body is incredibly strong. The weapon, upon contact with her skin, breaks like glass. With one blow, she can split an entire hill apart. A light kick can destroy a huge area. There are few things in the world that can harm her. It all depends on the strength of the enemy. So, for example: Chunin, won't even be able to scratch it. With a light blow, she will turn him into bloody mincemeat.

Of course, with such a body there are problems with ordinary people. If you do not control yourself, then even reluctantly, you can tear off an ordinary person's arm or body. To prevent this, Sakura, like all Shinobi, controlling the chakra, control the strength of their body. So, without losing the protection of the body, they can contact ordinary people. And live a normal life. Without destroying houses and furniture.

— What were you talking about? Sakura looked lovingly at her husband.

— About my success at school, — the cheerful Sarada answered for him.

— Did you show your father your grades? The mother looked at her daughter with pride. Her successes always make her happy.

— Of course! — the daughter smiled brightly. — Dad is glad.

— But I'm not surprised, — Sasuke intervened, calmly. — After all, you are our daughter.

— Exactly, — Sakura nodded with a big smile.

Sarada blushed. She looked first at her father, then at her mother, feeling a warmth in her heart. So that's what family comfort is like, she thought sweetly.

Sarada felt a firm foothold in life. She has confidence in the future, and inner strength in the present. As long as Dad and Mom are with her, she's not afraid of anything!

— Have you prepared the food? — Sasuke looked at the basket.

- yes. And also, — the wife pulled out the red wine from the basket.

— Wine? Her husband's eyebrows went up.

— Well, ... I thought it would be nice to celebrate your return, together, — Sakura blushed.

— I don't drink. I didn't think you were drinking," Sasuke looked intently into her emerald eyes.

— No, no, - the woman awkwardly waved her hand. — I don't usually drink. Sometimes my friends and I get together and have a drink at my house. But this is only once a month.

<>, — Uchiha thought mockingly. They really are. Nedotrahannye housewives that gather, and complain about their husbands that they do not fuck them, as well as children that interfere with life.

And not to say that their case is unique. Most couples are like that. Only a few couples out of millions live happily together. Thereby causing the envy of unhappy couples.

<< Tolstoy was telling the truth: All happy families are similar to each other, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way>>, Sasuke sighed, thinking about the best writer of his previous world.

About the God of art.