For Hiro, who had tried different foods throughout his old life, this ramen tastes good; it is a good noodle broth.
He finished his plate number three and felt renewed; now the only thing missing is some hibiscus or oatmeal water, and everything will be fine.
He turned his head to look at the girl who had finished the three dishes several minutes ago before he finished himself, only to see her smiling at him with those bright, warm eyes. The smile can be seen even though she is sad and fearful; perhaps she still thought he was cheating on her and would leave her forever.
Fortunately, this boy named Hiro was hardworking and got several coins with the center exposed. Maybe this coin is something elegant, or it would be used for Shinobi on missions to put their sticks in that hole; who knows?
Hiro spoke to the old owner of the place to ask for both of their bills and pay, always keeping a bored expression on his face.
Just when Naruko I took his hand and was about to drag him to who knows where, the old man's voice can be heard—Brat, if I find out that you did something funny with Naruko—a tense silence followed, and Naruko the aforementioned shrank in on herself and the hand that held him. holds began to loosen.
Hiro squeezed Naruko's hand tightly, not to the point of making it painful, and turned his back on the old man to leave, but not before telling him, You know, old man, sometimes what we most want to avoid comes true." said this, still shaking hands. back to Teuchi.
Naruko, still holding Hiro's hand, smiled like a happy little pixie and spoke without stopping, to the point of babbling meaningless things or yelling at the last—dattebayo—yes, she is a little caffeinated in her veins.
Naruko suddenly stopped and spoke in a low voice. Hiro, the day is over and the sun is setting; tell me it feels good to be in this place, she said with a melancholic voice.
Hiro, sitting next to Naruko above the heads of the shadows, responds in a serene manner. I know what you mean," he said simply, still looking ahead and watching the sun set.
Naruko grunted a little—hmm—and stood up to look directly into Hiro's eyes and grabbed his cheeks to say, Hiro, I'm happy that you took the trouble to approach me, but it's time for this joke to end. Neeh,he said, smiling and with tears coming out of his closed eyes and pressing his small forehead to that of the static child.
Hiro didn't know what feeling he was feeling—guilt, sadness, anger, horror, dismay, and many more. He didn't know what to say or what to do; it didn't help that he was a damn reincarnated twenty-year-old; nothing about that damn life helped him do anything. He just watched with his eyes open and frozen without knowing how to act in this situation; he was surpassed by a six-year-old girl, and he only saw her smile a little more.
She's Left—the wind whispered and hit the frozen Hiro in the face, making him wake up and run after Naruko, the girl who had surpassed him.
Naruko is a sobbing mess through the dark and cold streets of Konoha; today is precisely her birthday, October 10th, the time when she is always mistreated and now without a home to take refuge from those children who hit her with stones or tree sticks. . No, she is alone, lying in an alley, and the worst thing in the race was that she had collided with one of the children who were hunting her to mistreat her. She was smart and fast enough to free herself from the grip and run, but she fell in some alley blocked by business. From some vendor on the other side, you can hear the happy screams of adults and children having fun.
I look for something to hide in; the only option is a garbage container. I don't hesitate and get in, getting stained with garbage broth and other putrid things. The worst thing is the several rats that bite her, and she drowns out the noise.
-Boss. "He really came in here; I don't see anything," said a child's voice.
"What are you implying? Remember, I'm a third year, and I know more about Shinobi than any of you," said a malicious and angry voice.
Several more voices joined in, and there were more than three voices. Naruko didn't know when she held her breath, and suddenly the container was thrown to the ground and everything spread on the ground. She is already on the ground with bite marks and garbage.
The leader of the group orders, Hit with sticks and stones; it's time to be heroes," he said with emotion, knowing that several sweets and money await him when he does this.
The screams of blows and fighting did not wait; Naruko is a strong girl, and she did not stop trying to bite or kick them, until the brat leader intervened, and with one quick blow, he left Naruko on the ground with several broken and knocked-out teeth. on the ground, that boy hit her with a rock.
Naruko saw blurred, and the pain is felt; the hits are called stones. She curls up into a ball and waits with the hope that the pain will be less.
Hiro runs at maximum speed and hears some sounds, plus an alley in the vast majority of things; something always happens in those places, and Hiro didn't want anything to happen.
As he approached, he saw what he would never have wanted to happen and remembered the phrase he said to the old man with the ramen; now it's a slap in his face.
He approached and saw a guy running and barking orders. He accelerated in a race, and with a strong impulse, the demon hit him hard.
The boys kept hitting, and then the leader of those goblins fell to the ground abruptly, and that made everyone stop doing what they do. Naruko didn't feel pain and looked up in shock and saw him, those amber eyes cold as ice and hot like lava. Hiro had come for her; not a bad joke.
"I'm happy," he said in a whisper that faded into thin air.