Konoha: Start by unlocking the caged bird

Chapter 72 A Bouquet of Roses

The next morning.

Hinata Yuzuru was woken up by a little guy.

To be precise, he woke up the moment the little guy approached the door. However, when the little guy unceremoniously sat on his belly, he had to give up the extravagant hope of squinting for a while.

"Yuzuru! Ni-chan!"

"Get up quickly!"

"Eat a meal!"

Hinata Yuzuru opened his eyes helplessly, and in front of him was Hinata Neji, who was smiling and had no idea what bad thing he had done.

According to his age, Ningji is already three years old. He is worthy of the title of future genius. He has already mastered running, wrestling, and getting up to continue running. Even his vocabulary and speech logic are quite mature.

Ah!
You are worthy of being my younger brother.

Hinata Yuzuru didn't stay in bed anymore. He sat up, held the little guy in front of him, and teased his face with his fingers while smiling. The soft, jelly-like little face felt quite nice to play with.

"Ni-chan!" Neji shook his head. Although he felt uncomfortable having his cheek touched, he still smiled very happily. He stretched out his little hand to grab his face in retaliation, but his short hand was completely enough. Without him, he could only wave in the air and claw at the air, his face puffing up in anger.

"Yuzuru-san! Hate it!"

He said this angrily, his small eyes widening.

"Okay, I'm going to get up. Don't we need to eat?" Hinata Yuzuru had no choice but to sit up and put his face closer, but he didn't expect Neji to pounce on him directly, hooking his hands around his neck and rubbing his face against his.
"Hey! I bumped into you!"

Neji chuckled.

"I really want to record your childish look and show it to you ten years later." Hinata Yuzuru simply hung him up and started to get his clothes slowly.

She was used to wearing tight clothes, and she felt quite uncomfortable when she suddenly returned to the Hyuga family's kimono style.

Neji was reluctantly thrown to the ground by him, spinning around his legs, but unwilling to leave him first.

Even though they haven't seen each other for almost a year, the little guy didn't feel strange towards him. Instead, he became even clingier because of the long time. Are children also able to remember people so well?
After putting on the kimono, Hinata Yuzuru had to bend down again and pick him up: "Are you ready?"

"Um!!!"

"Yuzuru-chan, I love it the most!"

If only it was a younger sister.

Hinata Yuzuru looked at him and couldn't help laughing. Neji now really looked as cute as a little girl.

She carried him out of the door and not far away, she arrived at the living room where the family had dinner. The low table was already filled with sumptuous food. The mother and father were sitting at their seats, looking at the two brothers with a smile.

"Oh, today I made all my favorite foods. But if it's so rich in the morning, I won't be able to eat at noon."

Hyuga Yuzuru said leisurely. When Hyuga Hizashi saw his son looking as lazy as before, he couldn't help but curl up his lips, and then said with a straight face: "Your mother made these with her own hands in the morning! Eat! I’ll eat it even if it’s not enough!”

"Why are you so mean to him!" Unexpectedly, his mother did not understand his good intentions at all. Instead, she scolded Hizashi Hinata and said angrily, "Yuzuru just came back and slept for a night. It's normal for him to be so tired and unable to eat."

She turned her head and smiled gently: "Eat as much as you want. What do you want to eat for lunch?"

"How about hot pot? You said before that you wanted to eat hot pot. Mom has tried it many times at home alone. Now it should be time to try it."

While his mother was speaking, Hinata Hizashi had a strange look on his face. When he thought of the dozens of times he had eaten hot pot this year, the messy and strange taste made him feel a little nauseous.

God knows what the hell the "mushroom soup", "spicy" and "butter" that Hyuga Yuzuru mentioned taste like. Even the simplest mushroom soup and spicy ones made Hyuga Hizashi rush to the toilet in pain countless times.
My mother is weak, so when making new dishes, she usually just tastes the saltiness to avoid getting upset, but she suffers from a bad day. Even if she says it’s not delicious, she can only eat a little bit in frustration when faced with the disappointed look on her wife’s face. .

"Really!?" Hinata Yuzuru was quite surprised. He just mentioned it casually during a chat and never thought that his mother would remember such a small thing he mentioned casually.

Mother smiled softly: "Ah! The spicy food may be a little lacking, mainly because I don't know what spicy means, but the taste of mushroom soup hot pot should be pretty good."

"Oh! Then let's do it in the evening! It might be too late at noon." Hinata Yuzuru put Neji down and asked him to sit down obediently before he sat down himself.

Hiashi glanced at him and said, "You're going out again right after you got home?"

"Yes, I have to go and give flowers to my senior." After Hinata Yuzuru finished speaking, the atmosphere in the house suddenly became tense. Only Neji was still clapping his hands happily: "Hot pot! Hot pot!"

Japanese hot pot is more accurately called Sukiyaki, which is different from the hot pot that Hinata Yuzuru mentioned. The Chinese pronunciation used by his mother before was also quite non-standard. When Neji repeated it, it sounded like he was muttering "train, train".

Hinata Yuzuru chuckled and nodded to his father: "So, let's eat when we come back tonight?"

Hinata Hizashi suddenly felt a little restless.

Strictly speaking, this might be a good opportunity for him to show his fatherly authority. Perhaps, he should take Yuzuru outside, say a lot of profound words, and finally put his arm around him with disdain, tell him to cry if he wants to, and then look at his tearful expression and witness with his own eyes that his son has matured a little more.

But no matter what, Hinata Yuzuru's current appearance doesn't seem to be what he thought.

"I see." The mother hesitated for a moment, and finally, she just picked up the chopsticks: "Try the fried pork chop. I used a new sauce." "Well, thank you, Mom."

Just as Hinata Yuzuru was about to eat, he saw Neji staring at him pitifully. He couldn't help but smile, put the fried pork chop on his plate, and picked up another piece for himself.

"Okay, Mom, I'll probably be at home for a while, so there's no need to make such a big fuss."

"Really? You won't go on missions again?"

"Well, at least, I should be able to spend the New Year at home."

"Great! How about I take you clothes shopping tomorrow? You seem to have grown taller. Isn't it time to change your shoes? Oh, hair, how about I cut your hair tomorrow?"

My mother kept nagging and postponed the schedule.

Hinata Yuzuru just smiled gently, moving his chopsticks casually, distributing the delicacies on the table to his family. Before each person was about to lift his chopsticks, he would place his target object on the other person's plate.

Mother and Neji were completely unaware, but Hyuga Hizashi looked shocked and weird.

This guy's eyes
How far have you reached in your practice?
Without opening your eyes, is it possible to have such a high level of observation?

But, isn't it a bit of a waste of talent to use this ability at the dining table?

But, it seems to be really cool.

Hinata Hizashi straightened his back, with a rare smile in his eyes, and stopped moving his chopsticks at all. He just wanted to eat something. His eyes moved, his chopsticks moved slightly, and Hinata Yuzuru picked up what he wanted to eat.

Sometimes, Hinata Hizashi would be mean-spirited and deliberately look away, but his chopsticks would go in another direction, but no matter what, Hinata Yuzuru made no mistake.

He was almost full before he looked at Hinata Yuzuru. As expected, he was looking at him with both helpless and funny eyes.

The father and son tacitly played childish games under the mother's nose.

After the meal, Hizashi held Neji and Yuzuru sat on the steps in front of the door, looking at the dry landscape in the yard, and sat quietly for a while.

After drinking the hot tea made by his mother, Hinata Yuzuru slowly stood up.

"I'm going."

"Ah."

After a brief conversation between father and son, Hinata Yuzuru went home and changed into regular ninja clothes. He put on a forehead protector and used a finger-engraved seal to deepen the color on the caged bird on his head. After confirming that it was correct, he wiped it dry. Eyeglass lenses, out of the house.

Before going out, as expected, my eyes met a pair of white eyes.

Hinata Xun smiled and waved at him in the corner. I don't know where she found such a strange and inconspicuous corner, and hid in it to watch him.

But he only smiled back temporarily and did not come forward to reminisce about the past.

After going out, he quickly walked towards Konoha's flower shop.

The flower shop run by Mrs. Yamanaka was not closed today.

Hinata Yuzuru walked to the door. Mrs. Yamanaka, dressed in white, holding Yamanaka Ino, had been waiting there for a long time.

The beautiful woman who looked elegant and graceful yesterday, looks a little haggard today.

"I knew you would come. Shall we go?"

Mrs. Yamanaka held out her hand, which contained a bouquet of extremely bright roses.

Hinata Yuzuru took it gently, without asking how she knew that, and just bowed respectfully: "Thank you."

The two of them didn't say much and went straight to the memorial.

At this time, in front of the memorial, ninjas dressed in different styles, including ninja costumes, family costumes, mourning clothes, and ANBU costumes, remained solemn and stood quietly in front of the memorial. The third generation, who was in the lead, was looking at the memorial with complicated eyes, and it was unknown what he was contemplating.

The number of people was not small. Among those in mourning, there were even many ordinary people who were not ninjas. They might be members of the Yamanaka clan.

The Yamanaka clan, as a family with its own land in Konoha, will hold a funeral for the deer within the clan, but the ceremony of the memorial stone will also not be absent.

Uchiha Shisui, without a mask and wearing a blue half-sleeve with the crest of the Uchiha clan, was waiting here quietly, not knowing how early he arrived.

Hinata Yuzuru was never late, even now there was still more than an hour before the agreed time.
There was no talking, no polite greetings, and those who knew each other only nodded slightly after their eye contact.

By the time the appointed moment came, the last ninja had already arrived at the scene half an hour ago.

Three generations walked to the monument.

He spoke slowly and with a heavy tone.

(End of this chapter)