I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

The ANBU ninjas, dressed in civilian clothes to better monitor the situation at close range, were mistaken for gropers taking advantage of the chaos the moment they made their move.

"no!"

"You've misunderstood. We're not perverts, we're..."

They had excuses to offer, but when they got to the point, they abruptly stopped.

Can we really just say they're ninjas from the Anbu? Their appearance here and their actions are solely to take the Nine-Tails away—is it all just a misunderstanding?

How could they say that!

Meanwhile, the small and thin Naruto Uzumaki was also pushed out of the crowd by the force of the commotion, and fell down in an extremely disheveled state on the path that had been cleared by the intimidation of the Uchiha.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

A murmured whisper escaped its lips.

And when he propped himself up and raised his eyes, he suddenly realized that the stranger who remained in his memory was standing right in front of him.

For a moment, their eyes met.

His disheveled state was fully exposed to the other party.

In a panic, Naruto Uzumaki hurriedly stood up from the ground, suppressing the pain in his palm, and quickly dusted off the dust that had fallen on his clothes.

He was already in a sorry state, but he still wanted to salvage his image and composure as much as possible.

Because this was their first meeting after more than three years of silence.

"Yo......."

Naruto raised his right hand and tried to calm his inner turmoil by speaking. A few drops of blood could be seen seeping from his outstretched palm.

It was a wound from when I fell to the ground.

However, after managing to utter just one word, he suddenly fell silent.

The hesitation, the worry, and the unfamiliarity that had been there for years surged back into my heart.

He was genuinely unsure whether the boy in front of him, who seemed to be around the same age as him, would still remember him.

Even the name that was about to be uttered became chaotic and blurred.

The name "Mingming" was something he often murmured during many lonely times, and he secretly resolved to become friends with the owner of the name.

perhaps.

Keeping all of this to oneself is, in a sense, the best choice.

Thinking of this, Naruto's five fingers quietly curled up, and he suddenly turned around, trying to escape back into the crowd.

Indeed, it's best to keep such a precious memory buried deep in one's heart.

Anyway, that's how he was perceived by the residents of Konoha: unruly and disliked.

But at this moment.

"Yo, long time no see, Naruto-kun."

A familiar voice reached my ears.

In a daze, a strange sense of impact that transcended time and dimensions struck Little Nine-Tailed Fox's heart hard.

He still remembers the day they first met!

That day,

他 说:

Shouldn't you state your own name first when asking someone's name?

And now,

He even remembered his own name!

Is this an illusion?

The inexplicable bitterness and shock became increasingly intense and real.

"Naruto-kun, are you here to see me off?"

But then, the same voice, the same call, rang in my ears again.

he.

They really remember my name!

Naruto Uzumaki abruptly raised his dust-covered sleeve and fiercely wiped his eyes, then turned and replied:

"It wasn't like that before."

"But now it is!"

The blurred name became clear again:

"shortage."

The little guy scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He had only come over out of boredom to join in the fun and see if he could attract some attention with some pranks.

But unexpectedly, she encountered this person who existed in her memories.

However, just as Naruto uttered the name, a look of shock suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"shortage!"

"Uchiha Araka!"

"You are Uchiha Ara!!"

Naruto's repeated refrains seemed to be an attempt to align with a certain message.

And they quickly overlapped!

It perfectly matches the terrifying demon that is said to exist in Konoha Village, the one that can supposedly stop children from crying!

"Ah."

"it's me."

The boy hummed in response.

"I heard you beat up all the Sarutobi clan ninjas!"

"Amazing!!"

Huang had expected that the little guy in front of him would show fear or some other reaction after remembering his name.

Unexpectedly, it won such undisguised praise.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. This little guy is Naruto Uzumaki!

"That's nothing. You'll be able to pin them down in the future... You can do it too."

He wanted to be even more blunt.

However, considering the current situation, the elites of the Sarutobi clan have already gone to the eastern border to fight for Konoha.

So he swallowed back the words that had already slipped out and used a more euphemistic way of saying it.

"of course!"

Naruto Uzumaki showed no humility whatsoever in response.

"Because I am destined to become Hokage!"

The little guy puffed out his chest.

"Yes, I look forward to the day when your face appears on the Hokage Rock."

The boy echoed.

He also took a step forward and pulled the little guy out with his right hand, which was hidden behind his back.

"However, it is important to treat the wound properly beforehand."

Ara took out a roll of clean gauze from his ninja tool bag, wiped his scraped palm, and after cutting off the blood-stained section, he took out another piece of gauze to bandage his scraped right hand.

"No, it's okay, you don't need to bandage it."

"Actually, my wounds heal very quickly, so this little wound is nothing."

Feeling the taste of being recognized and cared for for the first time, Naruto Uzumaki was somewhat dazed, and his vision became blurry again.

Upon hearing this, Huang paused for a moment, but quickly resumed his actions.

"Okay."

"Be more careful next time."

After bandaging the wound, he said this.

As for the gauze stained with the little guy's blood, it was naturally hidden away without leaving a trace.

This behavior stemmed not only from an instinctive feeling of pity, but also from a long-stalled psychic quest: [The Refined Gentleman - The Fox Spirit!]

"Thank you."

Looking down at his bandaged right hand, Naruto Uzumaki said softly.

Perhaps it wasn't because the voice was soft, but because the tone of his voice was somewhat choked up.

The words of thanks that reached his ears startled Huang slightly. No matter what, and regardless of the motives, he had ultimately gained some benefits from the other party.

"wrong."

"I should be thanking you, Naruto-kun."

He rejected it.

"?"

Upon hearing this answer, Naruto suddenly raised his face, his expression filled with unspoken confusion.

"Thank you for seeing me and the Uchiha clan off."

Huang naturally cannot tell the truth.

I could only make up an excuse on the spot.