AWB Chapter 580 Parents
Chapter 580 Parents
Naruto felt very excited. Subconsciously, he understood that the nine figures behind him seemed to have signed some kind of spiritual contract with him.
For Naruto, having any new companion is an incredibly happy and joyful thing.
He had been alone since childhood, so every time he gained a new companion, every time someone was willing to stand by his side, he felt as if someone had lit a lamp in his heart, one by one, illuminating all the dark corners.
Naruto wanted to try out the summoning contract he had obtained, but he noticed that Sasuke looked a little anxious.
Sasuke's greatest desire right now is to see his parents, the image that has appeared countless times in his dreams, only to be replaced by tears on his pillow upon waking—a wish he thought he could never fulfill in this lifetime, which is now about to become a reality.
He didn't want to delay any longer, didn't want to hear any more unnecessary words, and didn't want to wait another second.
The next moment, the nine masked beasts floated up from their respective positions, and then one by one they transformed into a stream of energy and flew back into Naruto's body.
"Um... let's go first!"
Naruto's gaze shifted to Satsuki, and his face flushed again. "Thank you! Satsuki-neechan! I... I promise I won't let you down in the future!"
"Yes. I believe you."
Naruto blushed and thanked Satsuki, who responded with utmost tenderness—a tenderness that wasn't just politeness, but genuine gentleness from the bottom of his heart.
This warmed Naruto's heart, but also left him feeling somewhat disappointed.
Unlike Sakura... Sakura was very fierce towards him, calling him an "idiot" all the time and punching him on the head all the time.
The woman in front of him was exactly his ideal type; she was so gentle, considerate, and patient with him.
But... the other person is already married. Thinking of this, Naruto felt a pang of sadness. With this sense of loss, he followed the group towards the direction where the four resurrected people were.
"Oh right, the other me."
Naruto broke the silence, "Have you already become Jiraiya's student?"
"A lecherous immortal?"
Naruto's lips curled down slightly. "I guess so... Even though he's a lecherous and indecent guy, always peeping into the girls' bathroom, he's still pretty strong... But why are you so respectful to that guy?"
Naruto asked curiously. Jiraiya had taught him summoning techniques and the Rasengan. Those things were indeed very powerful, and he really wanted to try to respect that perverted sage.
But every time—every time he saw Jiraiya flirting with women on the street, every time he saw him drunk and passed out on the roadside, every time he saw him lecherously peeping at women taking a bath and then being chased and beaten—he couldn't bring himself to respect him.
"...Maybe it's a personality issue."
"However, what I want to say is that in the future, we should not let Jiraiya-sensei go out of the village alone to spy on Amegakure."
"...Huh?"
"Probably in three years. But with our intervention, it's hard to say. That will be the moment of Jiraiya-sensei's death in the original timeline."
"What?!"
Naruto's voice suddenly rose, "The Perverted Sage will die?!"
"I absolutely will not allow that to happen!"
Then, Naruto started talking non-stop, his mouth like a wound-up toy, constantly asking questions.
He asked Naruto exactly when Jiraiya died, where he died, who killed him, how he was killed, whether there was any way to save him, what preparations needed to be made, whether it was necessary to go to Amegakure beforehand to find the enemy, and whether...
He asked one question after another, and before one question was even finished, the next one had already popped out of his mouth, his face full of urgency and anxiety.
Naruto seems to dislike Jiraiya, but if the other person is really in danger, Naruto is definitely the one who is most anxious.
He's the kind of person who would absolutely disregard everything and risk his life to rush over, the kind who would get angry at anyone who tries to stop him. His disdain is genuine, and so is his worry.
...Could this be considered a form of tsundere (initially arrogant or haughty)?
"Dad! Mom!"
Sasuke's steps went out of control the moment he uttered those two words. He stared intently at the two faces he thought he would never see again in this life, faces whose outlines he could only vaguely see in his dreams, and whose pillows were covered in tears when he woke up.
His mind was blank; he couldn't think of anything, and he didn't want to think of anything. Only one thought was pounding wildly in his chest: faster, faster.
During the inquiry, the group had already reached their destination.
Fugaku Uchiha and Minato Namikaze stood together, talking, while their eyes scanned the surrounding environment, trying to find some clues in the unfamiliar scenery.
They were trying to figure out their situation: why were they suddenly here? Where was this place? Fugaku remembered that he had died long ago, on the night of the massacre of his clan, by his own son's sword.
Minato also remembered that he had died long ago, on the night of the Nine-Tails' rampage. Their bodies were warm, their heartbeats were real, and their breathing was free.
It doesn't look like Edo Tensei. What's going on?
Mikoto Uchiha and Kushina Uzumaki stood slightly behind, their faces completely blank. They had no idea where they were or what had happened.
But in their eyes, there was a clear and undisguised longing and yearning.
Sasuke's call immediately attracted Mikoto Uchiha's attention. Her body stiffened abruptly, and her gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, locked onto the boy running towards her.
The boy was much taller than she remembered, and the contours of his face had changed from round to angular. He was her youngest son, the last person she couldn't let go of before she died.
And the moment Sasuke rushed into his mother's arms, he realized that he was actually more vulnerable than he had imagined.
He was just thinking about controlling his emotions, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of Naruto, and trying to act more mature and calm, like a grown-up man who doesn't need his mother's worry.
But now, all of that is out of his mind. He only has one thing on his mind: to hug the family he thought he would never see again.
Mikoto Uchiha didn't ask any questions. She simply opened her arms and hugged her youngest son, who had rushed into her arms and was crying incessantly, very tightly.
Naruto was a little dumbfounded.
He didn't quite understand this feeling—the feeling of having once possessed something, then losing it, thinking he would never see it again, only to suddenly regain it.
He had never had parents, never experienced the pain of loss, and never felt the joy of reunion.
So Sasuke can cry like this too?
Naruto thought to himself that Sasuke was proud, strong, and the kind of person who would never bow his head, admit defeat, or show weakness in front of others, no matter what happened.
But now, the proud Sasuke is crying like a child, crying so aggrievedly and so vulnerable. But Naruto doesn't want to laugh at him; instead, he feels anxious and helpless heartache.
Naruto stepped forward, as if to do something. Perhaps he wanted to pat Sasuke on the shoulder, or perhaps he just wanted to stand beside him and let Sasuke know he wasn't alone. His foot had just lifted, not yet touching the ground.
Then he felt two gazes.
One was from the Fourth Hokage, a hero whose face was carved on the Hokage Rock. The other was from a red-haired woman who looked young and beautiful. His gaze shifted from the woman to the Fourth Hokage, then back again. The expression on his face changed from blank to confused, and from confused to guilty.
Naruto was a little confused as to why such an important person would look at him with such a strange gaze.
He thought about it carefully, and realized that he didn't seem to have offended the Fourth Hokage.
...Could something like a soul really exist? Naruto suddenly remembered something. When he was a child, in order to attract other people's attention and to make those who ignored him take a second look at him, he often did some outrageous things.
The graffiti on the Hokage Rock is one of them, and among the four portraits, the Fourth Hokage is the one he likes to graffiti the most.
"Who are you……"
Minato Namikaze's voice trembled as he stared intently at Naruto. He raised his hand, then lowered it, then raised it again, then lowered it again.
But Naruto felt he couldn't lose face. He secretly cheered himself up, telling himself—you are Uzumaki Naruto, you are the man who will become Hokage. So, he decided to introduce himself first, after all, the other party was also Hokage, and he should show the proper etiquette.
He puffed out his chest, mimicking Jiraiya's entrance pose, and began to speak.
"Ahem... Listen carefully to what I have to say."
"I was born in Konoha Village, in the Land of Fire, right here in Ichiraku Ramen. My surname is Uzumaki, and my given name is Naruto. People call me—"
Naruto stopped abruptly at this point.
It wasn't because he was stuck, but because a hug was so tight he couldn't breathe.
The red-haired woman suddenly rushed in front of him, so fast that he didn't even see her shadow.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his body, holding him completely in her embrace.
Naruto was surprised and tried to struggle. His body moved instinctively, and his arms tried to pull out of the embrace—then, an incredibly loving voice came from above his head.
"Naruto... my child..."
That was an emotion that Naruto had never heard before, nor had he ever felt in anyone's voice—an emotion that wanted to incorporate all his love.
"I've always... really wanted to see you."
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(The scene where the parents meet has already been described, so I won't go into detail.)