The tension is palpable in the classroom; both infants look at each other without much emotion.
Hiro didn't know this boy's reason for being meddlesome in what doesn't concern him; in a dishonest way, he just nodded and told the boring boy in a low voice, "Don' get involved in what doesn't concern you, finished saying. Furthermore, he saw that the bored boy's reaction didn't change, but he backs away as he gets the point.
The tense atmosphere calmed down, and no more emotion happened between those two; the boys who wanted to continue eating melons felt dejected and resumed their conversations.
A tense and confused Naruko glanced at Hiro but didn't dare say anything. Hiro naturally noticed this action of the girl; in no way is she saying anything to him. He just wants this class to be over and go train for real.
The academy class was a disappointment; it was just a mess of knowledge, and the worst thing was a mess of shit about the will to fire and help your classmates.
Feeling very dissatisfied, he looked to the right and saw the girl who, with a smile and eyes as bright as the stars, was happy. Of course, for her, something like that was a breath of fresh air on her face, but for Hiro, that class was a blast.
Shaking his head, he spoke out loud, Naruko, let's eat at Ichiraku. He finished saying that and saw the energetic girl perform some jumps of joy. Hiro thought, This girl has a lot of caffeine in her blood, or is it the legendary hot-blooded phrase? He finished thinking with a drop of sweat and just advanced to the restaurant.
Naruko, the girl who is Makro Hiro's most energetic step, said to herself, He must really want to eat ramen. With a smile, she accelerated a little and caught up with him.
The way to Ichiraku's ramen was very smooth, both walking in a somewhat hurried manner and a beautiful sunset with birds in the sky saying idiot to everything that happened, if this is the world of Naruto.
The store is somewhat full, with some chunnin eating and only one seat available. Hiro saw Naruko's wrinkled face and nodded with some amusement.
They both took the same seat, sharing it, and when Teuchi saw them, he immediately approached with a smile full of warmth directed at the blonde and a somewhat serene look at the boy.
Hiro only nodded in recognition to the old cook; he did not want to have a relationship other than that of customer and seller.
Teuchi returned to the kitchen after listening to our orders, and we waited seated. Naruko, the caffeine girl, began to look askance at Hiro's serious face, and he noticed it but did not pay much attention to the girl's slight movements.
Hiro, a reincarnated man, heard the annoying whispers of the chunnin, cursing Naruko under his breath. Hiro saw the girl's happy face that transformed into one of reluctance and sadness. He put his arm around her and said in a loud enough voice for those two chunnin to hear, Naruko, you should not be sad to hear the apes talk. It is rare for animals to talk, but you should get used to it. After all, we will be Shinobi, he said with a smile, emphasizing the last words.
The chunnin who were insulting Naruko remained silent, and one of them looked directly at the two seated boys.
Hiro felt an icy sensation as if some beast was seeing directly and was stronger.
The same feeling when you sleep and feel like you can't move or open your eyes because there is something.
Hiro controlled himself and looked directly at the chunnin who projected the murderous intention. They both looked into each other's eyes, a six-year-old boy and a thirty-year-old chunnin, amber and black colliding.
The intention increases even more, and this time Teuchi, who was approaching, drops the plates with the noodles on the ground motionless and looking ahead with a cold sweat. Naruko is worse and trembles all over. The most notable thing was that the other chunnin just looked at him in amusement.
Hiro, a reincarnated man, never expected a background character to try to intimidate; he slowly said, This feeling is warm; it reminds me of a stray dog that wants to steal food," he finished saying without being affected by the intention to kill.
The chunnin who projected the killing intent stood up and slowly took out a kunai and approached the seat, still projecting the killing intent.
Out of the corner of his eye, Hiro saw the pale and crying Naruko, who was shaking like a leaf. He calmly got up and took a kitchen knife that was in front of the counter in the kitchen tools.
Getting off the seat, he felt his mind thinking wildly; now he is a six-year-old boy, weak as a chicken and fast as a duck.
A grown man can destroy him, not to mention a chunnin, a beastly guy with monstrous strength.
Hiro knew; maybe he would die. After all, how many of these shinobi had he not killed children or babies on missions? But he still wanted to direct all the fury of that chunnin on himself; he did not want to harm Naruko.
Naruko turned her face, looking with wide, bulging eyes at Hiro, who was approaching to block the path of the much taller, stockier, and stronger man.
They both stood in the middle of the table, a boy blocking the path of a chunnin; at no time did he look away from the other's eyes. Hiro didn't think about anything; his mind blanked out a single thought, no. An instinct to protect, to protect the scared girl.
The chunnin advanced and, slash, Hiro without hesitation with a reverse grip pushed the knife with all his strength straight into the shinobi's groin.
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