Naruto: I, Naruto, don't want to try anymore.

Chapter 72 Slow

Inside the hot spring, Naruto leaned against the edge of the pool, gazing at Mabui's hazy, dark figure in the steam, his expression subtly conflicted.

Inari's abilities are not particularly effective compared to others of the same level, but the advantage is that the eye power required to activate them is also very low.

The greater the difference in strength between the target and the caster, the longer the duration of the eye technique.

Given the difference in strength between him and Mabui, a few hours is definitely not a problem.

However, if he releases it to himself, the duration depends entirely on his mood, provided he has enough chakra.

However, new problems arose as a result…

No matter what, he's only eight years old in other people's eyes. If we rush things, won't he be seen as a pervert?

Naruto generally doesn't care about what others think, but that doesn't mean he wants to be seen as a pervert.

Although he felt that his relationship with Mabui was ambiguous, considering that he was eight years old, he was unsure whether Mabui's feelings for him were those of a doting older sister towards her younger brother, or something else entirely.

As for Samui, Naruto hadn't even considered it.

Although Samui has a hotter figure, she is just as loyal as Mabui.

But all this time, the other party has never expressed any other thoughts. Apart from sleeping outside and using him as a pillow, she doesn't take private mixed baths with him like Mabui does.

He gave her a gift but remained indifferent, so Naruto never considered anything else.

Aside from Ino, Karin, and Koyuki Fuuka, who are all girls who are better off being imprisoned than confined, the only one who can accompany him to experiment with his eye techniques is Mabui.

He shook his head, trying to clear the chaotic thoughts from his mind.

Naruto silently activated the Inari God, and his body rapidly grew to the size of an eighteen-year-old.

Mabui turned her head, noticed this scene, and was taken aback.

"This is…"

"Inari God".

Naruto raised his head, revealing a pair of crimson Rinnegan beneath his messy bangs.

"Those eyes..."

Mabui was slightly taken aback: "Could it be the legendary Rinnegan?"

As a legendary eye technique possessed by the Sage of Six Paths, very few people have actually seen it. However, even some small ninja villages have records of the characteristics of the Rinnegan.

Naruto smiled gently. "How is it? Is it good?"

"It looks a little strange, but it's not ugly."

Mabui looked surprised: "So this is the power of the Rinnegan?"

"Um…"

Naruto clenched his fist; as expected, an adult's body was more comfortable.

Mabui carefully examined the handsome face of the person in front of her, her gaze sliding down his cheeks to his firm chest, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Naruto looks so handsome now that he's grown up! I'm really smitten!"

Don't just think about it, take action!

Naruto stared blankly at the sky, wondering why the reaction was so indifferent.

Am I just being delusional and overthinking things?

It seems so…

Who would have any thoughts about an eight-year-old kid?

This is so embarrassing, I've never been this embarrassed in either of my two lives...

Naruto muttered to himself, feeling inexplicably like he wanted to die.

Just then, a warm and delicate touch pressed against his side.

Mabui reached out and gently stroked Naruto's face, a tender smile on her lips.

"Naruto, you have a far more sensitive mind than most people, but you are surprisingly slow-witted in some ways."

"slow?"

Naruto was taken aback.

This was the first time he had ever heard someone say that he was slow-witted.

"That's right, slow-witted."

Smooth, delicate arms wrapped around Naruto's neck, and Mabui rested her chin gently on Naruto's shoulder.

"You can always easily see through other people's thoughts, but it is precisely because of this that you ignore the emotions hidden behind those thoughts due to your confidence."

"I really like you, Naruto. Even though I know you have this irresponsible personality, I still hope you can grow into an excellent man, instead of appearing in front of me in this fake form..."

Naruto fell silent.

As expected, Mabui's level is far beyond what a little girl like Fuuka Koyuki can compare to.

One simple "I like you" from him completely shut him down; he had no idea how to respond.

If it were just a one-night stand, he wouldn't be so embarrassed, but after all, they had been together for more than two years.

Silently canceling his eye technique, Naruto suddenly shrank, leaving only his small head above the water, his mouth blowing bubbles underwater.

If he were eighteen, he wouldn't care about Mabui's nonsense; he would have first unleashed a flash of cold light, then his spear would have shot out like a dragon.

However, at this age, even with the presence of Inari, it's still a bit too awkward.

Naruto turned his head slightly embarrassed: "I don't understand what you're saying at all..."

"It's just me rambling on out of boredom..."

Mabui chuckled and gently kissed Naruto's cheek. Suddenly, she felt a light pinch on her waist, and couldn't help but smile again.

After a while, the two returned to the room wearing bathrobes.

Inside the room, Samui was cutting a watermelon. When he saw the two of them, he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Why have you been soaking for so long?"

"I played for a little while," Mabui said in a light tone.

I did play for a while...

Naruto ruffled the still slightly damp blond hair, his expression unreadable.

Although they didn't break through the final barrier, as Mabui expressed her emotions, the two still did some exploratory interactive mini-games and developed many of the Inari God's ingenious uses.

It wasn't until after he finished showering that he suddenly realized, "This is no trashy eye technique at all!"

That's absolutely divine skill!

If he hadn't gone too far, and if Mabui hadn't held firm to his principles, Naruto felt he could have gained another slave.

Organ changes are just routine procedures; the most intriguing part is the adjustment of nerve distribution…

It turns out that the hair color on a person's body is generally similar...

"Glug glug glug ha—"

After gulping down a bottle of mineral water in one go, Mabui let out a long sigh of relief.

Samui found it a little strange: "Are you thirsty?"

Mabui smiled and said, "It's probably because we've been a bit dehydrated these past few days..."

"oh…"

Noticing Mabuina's radiant appearance, and glancing at Naruto, Samui, remembering his sudden desire to soak in the hot spring, narrowed her eyes slightly but said nothing.

Samyi glanced at the sky outside the window, silently made up the bedding, turned around and turned his back to the two of them to prepare for sleep.

Not long after the lights were turned off, Samui heard a faint snoring sound behind him and quietly turned over.

Gazing at their sleeping faces, she gently lifted the corner of their blankets, looked at the restless little hands of the blond-haired man, and let out a barely perceptible snort.

He reached out and pulled the blond-haired guy out of bed, but because it was a habit, the action didn't wake Naruto.

Samui glanced at the sleeping Mabui and gently shook Naruto awake.

Naruto: "?"

In the darkness, his deep blue eyes were filled with doubt.

Samui reached out and pulled Naruto into her arms, then stared at Naruto intently.

Gazing at the vast expanse of white before him, Naruto fell into deep thought.

This is the first update of the day! It's a little late; I just got listed on Sanjiang today, and I definitely can't write anything too late, so it's a bit tricky. There will be another update later! Please vote and follow my posts! Thank you everyone!

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