Naruto Guild Tavern

Naruto ran all the way, stopped when he was tired, looked around, his eyes filled with tears.

When he saw the signboard of "Ichiraku Ramen", his eyes lit up. Apart from his third-generation grandfather, Uncle Ichiraku was the only one who didn't say bad things to him.

Naruto wiped his tears and rushed into the Ichiraku Ramen shop looking full of energy.

"Uncle Ichiraku, would you like some miso ramen?"

The hand that was chatting with Xingmu hit Xingmu with an apology, raised his head and stood up straight: "Oh, Naruto, have you received your living expenses again?"

Naruto raised the money he was holding in his right hand: "Yeah, it must be a big portion."

Naruto sat down a seat across from Xing Mu. Most of the adults hated him. He had known this for a long time. Although he didn't know why, Naruto no longer wanted to explain. One day he would be recognized by everyone. He was sitting on a high stool with his short legs dangling, watching the old man making noodles.

Naruto still had a glimmer of hope and secretly looked to his left, hoping that these two people would treat him better like the Third Generation and Uncle Ichiraku.

Naruto's eyes just glanced over, and then he retracted because those two people were looking directly at him.

On the other side, Hoshimaki also had a strange feeling that he unexpectedly met Naruto at Ichiraku Ramen.

Xing Mu looked at the ceiling with some emotion, Sister, I'm sorry, I just came back to take care of your child now.

Kakashi saw Hoshimaki's expression and asked softly: "Hoshimaki, this is the teacher's child."

Xing Mu nodded.

Kakashi raised his eyebrows. Except for the color of his hair, it was difficult to connect Naruto with the handsome and powerful Minato.

Hoshimaki knew what he was thinking, so he slapped Kakashi on the back of the head and glared at him.

Kakashi stood up with an awkward smile: "The afternoon mission is about to start, so I'll leave first." Before Hoshimaki could answer, Kakashi left in a flash.

"Wow, red-haired brother, what level of ninja is that masked brother just now?" Naruto's surprised voice suddenly sounded. Naruto had already seen Kakashi's forehead protector and was very curious about Kakashi. As for Xing Mu , a casual outfit should look like an ordinary person, not a ninja.

Hoshimaki looked straight into Naruto's blue eyes: "Jounin is just a bastard."

Naruto was even more surprised: "Jounin, isn't that the strongest ninja besides Hokage? How can he be a bastard?"

"I became a jounin when I was twelve years old, and I am still a jounin now. What do you mean if you are not a bastard?" Hoshimaki said with a smile. Kakashi couldn't beat him anyway, so he could damage him casually.

Naruto looked at Xing Mu and asked with some dissatisfaction: "That Jonin is just a bastard. Red-haired brother, what level of ninja are you?"

Hoshimaki's face froze, because only the Kage of the five major ninja villages in the Naruto World can be considered a Kage. No matter how powerful the other ninjas are, they are still jounin in terms of position, so Hoshimaki forcibly changed the topic and said with a straight face: "You can't call me brother. "

When Naruto heard this, his face darkened and he lowered his head. He originally thought that this brother would be different from others, but in the end, just like the people on the street, they thought he was a monster and didn't want to have anything to do with him.

Xing Mu was a little confused, why did this child suddenly become autistic?

Naruto lowered his head, and suddenly a warm hand touched the top of his head.

Xing Mu recalled the conversation just now, and probably knew why Naruto lowered his head, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

"Hey, Naruto, you have to call me uncle, not brother."

Naruto looked up at the red-haired young man sitting next to him, smiling and touching his head. He couldn't believe that even the third generation who was closest to him had never touched his head with such a warm smile.

"What are uncles and uncles?" He is only over five years old. As an orphan in this world without early childhood education, he only knows the names of various relatives: mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, brother, sister, brother, sister. No one can give him the rest. Said.

"Uncle, uncle is my mother's biological brother. To you, he is the only living relative in the world." Xing Mu also felt a little emotional. After two lifetimes, this was the first time he introduced himself as an elder.