- Ka-chan, it's time for us to go out! - I shouted from my room, adjusting the luxurious silk kimono I'd brought from Uzushio one last time.
We had decided that if we were going to Senju's house, we should look our best, especially since we were related to the ruling family of the clan. It's a good idea to look your best, even if it's just for a friendly visit. So the kimono, simple in appearance, but if you look closely, it was very high quality and expensive, first of all, because of the material used, was just right.
Uzumaki's clan symbol on one shoulder and Nara's on the other completed the picture. Well, the fact that the dark red clothes with a string of dark blue stylized symbols suited my hair and eyes was an added bonus.
By the way, I didn't put my hair in a ponytail or braid it, so it fell down to the middle of my back in a free waterfall. And throwing only one look in the mirror in full parade, I realized that in five-six years women will be stacked under their feet literally, because even now a little childish face literally screamed "breed"!
And it would only get stronger with age. In general, before I had no desire or opportunity to consider myself in such a way, except in the morning, when my eyes were not yet dilated or in the evening, when the long daytime training took its toll, respectively, and the view was not very good, besides, I got used to my face.
That's why he didn't pay much attention to the looks of surrounding women, considering it as a manifestation of maternal instinct at the sight of a cute child. Now it was clear to me that in the future I would be quite handsome, of course, if I didn't manage to get scars.
But the balm on my ego from this realization spilled a lot of balm. It's nice to have handsome parents. But that's okay, but I don't need too much attention to my person. Maybe I should start wearing a mask like Kakashi. I'd look cool! It's the easiest way out at least. And it'll be harder to recognize my face outside the village.
I'll start wearing it when I go to the academy. Hopefully, I'll avoid Sasuke's fate and the attention of the horde of groupies will pass over my humble persona - enough of them will be attracted by my talents.
- Ryo-kun, I'm ready! - Ma looked into my room.
She was wearing a luxurious dark blue silk kimono with a black sash that was tightly fitted and emphasized her figure, shimmering beautifully in the light. Her dark hair was gathered into a loose ponytail that fell down her shoulder to her chest, and from beneath the fabric could be seen a pair of dainty light-colored barefoot shoes.
Considering the presence of light, almost imperceptible makeup, which was more a tribute to tradition than an opportunity for beauty, along with the outfit, the sight was stunning! It was clear what Ryuta had fallen for - the admiration was endless!
Considering the fact that Saya was only twenty-five now, the men around her would be drooling for the next decade and a half if she wore an outfit like that every day. However, my life will also become more difficult to keep the bastards away...
- Ryo! Don't sleep!
- ...а? Yes, I'm ready, - woke up from his stupor, nodded and together with his mother closed the house and put additional barriers for the time of absence, went to visit.
All the clan properties were located in about the same part of Konoha, so we didn't have to go very far. Although I was mostly exploring the village center and its surroundings, I didn't have to go near Senju's properties, unlike Saya.
Even so, the twenty minute leisurely walk under my arm felt like hours for two simple reasons. The first was that almost every passerby who noticed us was obliged to stare at us. And if the curious attention to my person I still tolerated, but the glances thrown at Saya made her grind her teeth in rage and suppress the desire to gouge out the eyes of the bastards.
Which brings us to the second reason - kimonos are commonly worn on the naked body. Of course, you can disregard it, but that would be considered indecent. Now add to that the natural beauty, the fact that constant training works wonders for the figure, and we get drooling male city dwellers.
Shinobi are much more reserved in this regard, but it didn't save them from interested stares. Of course, it was less pronounced for me, because at eight and a half I was a little short of my mother's shoulder, but for some people this fact was no barrier. Damn pedophiles!