I remembered how restless even ordinary children could be - not every adult could keep up with them, despite their obvious advantages in speed and height. I shuddered, and suppressing the goosebumps that ran down my spine, I was glad that there were barriers that could be used to limit the area of movement of overactive offspring.
The Nara may not suffer from such things, but I know for a fact that other clans have fenced off their neighborhoods not only for protection, but also to keep the juvenile hell spawn out of the village without a proper escort.
It's not for nothing that only after the age of seven or eight can you see clan children outside their home neighborhood alone. It's much harder for ordinary shinobi families in this respect - it's not without reason that orphanages accept little children for a small fee. By the time they reach the age of seven, parents usually have instilled some responsibility in their hyperactive children, and they can be sent out alone.
- Yay!
- Shh, wait a bit, you'll eat now, - Linley began to soothe the little girl, who began to suck on the cloth on her chest.
The kunoichi sat down on the couch and, not shy of my presence, pulled down her hakama from her shoulder, revealing her firm milk-colored breasts. Kasumi, who had been waiting for this, sucked on the source of life-giving moisture and began to slurp vigorously.
And no decanting with the rest of the fiddles of breastfeeding moms, shudderingly familiar to me from my previous life! It is more likely to be a problem to tear away from food than vice versa. I sat down next to her and stroked her head and put my arm around Linley's waist, pulling her slightly closer to me.
The monumental sense of satisfaction and contentment that came from moments like this was worth having a child at my young age and responding to a Senju acquaintance's proposal. And the huge smile stretching across my face was a testament to that. Of course, for the fullness of contentment, I would like to suckle on another full breast, but I'm afraid that my competitor on the milk front will not appreciate it.
And so I had to make a special diet for Linley and increase the productivity of her mammary glands, because the little Senju-Uzumaki had a huge appetite. Now that she could eat grated vegetables, porridge, and other things that wouldn't hurt her tummy, which was just starting to transition from liquid food to solid food, it was fine, but before she was a year old, she had to hire a nurse to feed her. I remember eating like a baby, too, though Sai had more milk, despite being a bit less lush than Senju.
- Ling-chan?
- Мmm?
I snapped the kunoichi out of the peculiar trance with which she was feeding her daughter, so I had to wait a bit before Linley woke up and focused her questioning gaze on me.
- How do you feel about getting married in two or three years?
- Wah...?
With a hum, I smiled at the red-haired beauty who opened her mouth and clarified:
- To me, I mean.
- But... aren't the elders and the clan head picking a bride for you? - She was confused.
- They are, but nothing's been decided yet, and there won't be any marriage until I'm eighteen," I said. "By then I'll almost certainly be a djonin and even stronger, so the only problem is getting the Senju elders to agree to take you out of the clan, and we're sure they'll do it.
- That might be a problem," the kunoichi murmured, pulling her closer to her.
Yeah, so you're in! I barely suppressed the urge to take her in my arms and spin her around the room.
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