Naruto hodgepodge

Uzumaki Naruto was lowering his head, concentrating on sketching lines on the drawing paper. His brush seemed to have magic, and the lines on the drawing paper gradually gathered into a lifelike butterfly, as if it would dance at any time. At this time, a soft but slightly indifferent voice interrupted his thoughts, "Hey, what are you drawing?" Kurama Yakumo walked closer curiously, her eyes fell on Naruto's drawing paper, and her eyes flashed with complex emotions, both admiration for his painting skills and unspeakable envy.

Naruto looked up and saw a girl he didn't recognize holding a drawing set. He smiled and replied, "I'm Uzumaki Naruto. I'm trying to use the spirit painting technique to draw spirits, like this butterfly. What about you? Do you like drawing too?"

Yakumo took a closer look and saw that the butterfly on the paper seemed to have real life, and the texture of its wings was clearly visible. "Wow, this is amazing! Can I take a closer look?" Although her words were full of praise, her eyes revealed a subtle sadness.

Naruto looked at Yakumo's reaction and his heart moved. He smiled proudly and showed his drawing paper generously, "Thank you for the compliment! Then come and have a look. Drawing is just one of my hobbies."

Yakumo carefully looked at the world on the drawing paper. Her recognition of Naruto's painting skills made her exclaim, "The lines you draw have a sense of ritual, as if they can fly out of the painting at any time."

Naruto's eyes flashed with a mischievous light, and he quietly formed a seal with his hands, performing a new ninjutsu he created based on the fake painting of the super beast, the "Spirit Painting Technique". He lightly tapped the drawing paper, and the butterfly seemed to be summoned, its wings began to tremble gently, and gradually flew out of the drawing paper, it circled in the air, and finally landed on Yakumo's shoulder.

Yakumo opened her eyes wide in surprise. Her sadness was replaced by surprise. She carefully reached out her hand and gently touched the butterfly, fearing that it would suddenly disappear. "How did it do that? It really flew out!"

Naruto smiled and explained: "This is a ninjutsu I've been practicing recently. It can make the objects in the painting temporarily alive. I think such a butterfly may bring you some happiness."

Yakumo teased the butterfly, and it flew happily in front of her. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Naruto. My name is Kurama Yakumo. This butterfly makes me feel the beauty of life. It seems to have a real soul."

Naruto smiled and said, "It's not really a life form yet, it just connects to nature based on chakra. You're also from the ninja school, right? I haven't seen you before."

Yakumo was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I envy you, Naruto. I have some reasons, so I can't be in school like you."

Naruto was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why can't you come to school? People like me can be envied by my peers."

There was a hint of bitterness and helplessness in Yakumo's voice: "My instructor didn't want me to go to the ninja school, and he even killed my parents to discourage me... Never mind, this has nothing to do with you. I also want to paint. Can I sit here and paint with you?"

Naruto was stunned when he heard this. The wind direction of the upper echelons of Konoha is love and peace, and the lower ninjas are also naturally the same. Which ninja teacher would kill her whole family just to prevent her from becoming a ninja? He must be seriously ill. Even Danzo is not so stupid. But since he doesn't want to say it, he won't ask for the time being. Naruto's memory fragments are only unlocked before the age of 12. He can only find a basic name after checking. He plans to investigate it later. "That's great! You can sit next to me. This has always been the place I chose for painting. We can paint together. In fact, as long as you do what you like, it's fine."

In this way, Naruto made a new friend, and Yakumo and Naruto began their career as painting friends. They exchanged each other's dreams and passions through painting, and became friends in each other's company.

On the other side, Sasuke found Ino before school was over. He seemed a little conflicted, but he still mustered up the courage to speak: "Hello."

Ino looked at Sasuke with admiration in her eyes. This was one of her favorite men talking to her! "Ah, Sasuke-kun!" she responded excitedly.

Sasuke remembered what Sai said before, so he asked tentatively: "Are you called Ugly Girl? You gave me flowers before, can you give me another bouquet?"

When Ino heard that Sasuke wanted her flowers, she immediately took out one of the two bouquets and was about to hand it to Sasuke. But suddenly, she realized that Sasuke had just called her an ugly girl! A surge of anger instantly surged in her heart, and she suddenly threw the flowers in Sasuke's face and shouted angrily: "Asshole, how can you call me an ugly girl, you idiot!"

Sasuke was a little caught off guard by this sudden change. He thought to himself that this girl was really terrible. Fortunately, the flowers were not scattered. He quickly rolled over to catch the flowers, and at the same time did not forget to put the blame on Sai: "I'm sorry, that, I don't know your name, it was Sai who said you were called the ugly girl."

After saying that, Sasuke pointed at Sai in the distance. Sai had no idea what was going on at this moment, but suddenly felt a lingering bad feeling. He looked in that direction and saw that Ino had already abandoned Sasuke and walked towards him aggressively with her sleeves rolled up.

Then, of course, a beating followed, and Ino's anger was finally calmed. As for Sai, it was a horrible sight, and he became the scapegoat of this conflict, being beaten for no reason, all because of Sakura, who had torn off the thread of their future marriage. As for Sasuke, he walked away with the flowers, feeling gloating in his heart, secretly glad that he had pushed the responsibility to Sai in time.

The school bell rang melodiously, and the campus gradually filled with the warm atmosphere of returning home. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on every inch of land, giving this ordinary day a golden glow. However, in this quiet moment, a hint of unusual atmosphere quietly gathered around Sasuke.

Sakura, the evil woman, appeared in Sasuke's sight again. Her eyes were flickering with teasing, as if she was ready to abuse Sasuke again. The classmates around him were either walking together or passing by in a hurry, and had no time to pay attention to the subtle scene that was about to unfold between the "old rivals".

Sasuke sensed the subtle changes emanating from Sakura, but he did not flinch. Instead, he faced it with an unprecedented calmness. He slowly took out the flowers that he had just carefully selected from Ino from his schoolbag. The petals were still covered with transparent dewdrops, making them look particularly delicate and beautiful. This was not just a flower, but also a subtle expression of Sasuke's emotions.

Amid everyone's surprised gazes, Sasuke gently walked up to Sakura, handed her the flower in his hand, and there was a barely perceptible shyness in his voice: "Beautiful Sakura, this is for you." There was no longer the indifference and alienation in his tone as before, but instead a touch of tenderness and sincerity, as if he was making a sudden "confession."

Sakura was stunned. She had never thought that Sasuke would do such a thing. The flower was like a bolt of lightning, instantly striking the soft spot in her heart and catching her off guard. Her cheeks quickly turned red, like a ripe apple, and her eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and shyness. The classmates around her began to whisper, and a bunch of girls' murderous auras came over, and the atmosphere instantly became subtle.

Sakura lowered her head suddenly, twisting her hands together in bewilderment, her heart surging with unprecedented emotions. She had never felt such a strong heartbeat and the burning of her cheeks. Finally, she took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and then raised her head suddenly, with determination and gratitude flashing in her eyes: "Sasuke... I..." Before she finished speaking, she turned and ran away as if she was being chased by something, leaving only a gradually receding back and a faint floral scent lingering in the air.

Sasuke looked in the direction where Sakura left, with a faint smile on his face. He turned around and walked briskly towards the bookstore near the school, his heart filled with a desire for new knowledge and a subtle expectation.

Inside the bookstore, soft lights sprinkled on every row of neatly arranged bookshelves like drizzle, covering this ocean of knowledge with a warm and mysterious veil. Sasuke walked through the bookstore with light steps and a clear goal towards the area of ​​interpersonal communication and psychology. His eyes flashed with a thoughtful light, and he silently said in his heart: "The poisonous snake Sakura was finally sent away. Although Sai's white-faced ghost looks like an idiot, his idea is quite effective."

He examined the books on the bookshelf one by one, his fingers gently sliding over the spines, as if he was talking to the soul of each book. The cover of "Analysis of Female Psychology" attracted him for a moment, and he stopped to read the introduction carefully, frowning slightly, as if thinking about whether the content of the book could provide him with a new perspective. Then, "Elegant Skills for Dealing with the Opposite Sex" jumped into his eyes. He gently pulled it out and quickly flipped through a few pages. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, expressing his approval of the practical suggestions in the book.

However, at this moment, a book from the "Intimate Paradise" series with a slightly unique cover unexpectedly caught his eye. It turned out to be the second best-selling book. Sasuke was slightly stunned, and immediately the unfathomable smiles of the adults and the slightly ambiguous eyes when they occasionally mentioned this book emerged in his mind. With a hint of curiosity and a hint of hesitation, he gently pulled the book out of the bookshelf. Turning the pages, the humorous and witty introductions that contained profound love philosophy made him laugh, and at the same time made him think more deeply about relationships between the opposite sex.

Just as Sasuke was about to put "Intimate Paradise" back in its place, a best-selling book called "The Mirror of Romance" quietly caught his eye. The cover design of this book is more unique, exuding a charming atmosphere, as if it can see into people's hearts. Sasuke was attracted by it and couldn't help but pick it up and read it. The ancient customs and the blushing content introduced in the book made him feel like traveling through time and space, and the rich emotions, wisdom and life philosophy contained in the story touched him deeply. He thought to himself: "This book will definitely open a new door for me to understand the complex relationship between men and women."

Finally, Sasuke decided to buy both books. He walked to the cashier, holding the two special books tightly in his hands, and his heart was filled with infinite longing for the future. While waiting in line to check out, he noticed that the clerk was smiling and observing the customers' every move. When it was his turn, the clerk politely asked, "Can I help you, sir?"

Sasuke smiled and nodded, put the book in his hand on the cashier, and said softly: "Please help me settle these two books. In addition, can you recommend some other books about interpersonal communication or emotional understanding? I think there is a lot to explore in these areas."

The clerk heard this and looked at Sasuke's clothes and appearance with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Isn't this the young master of the former police force? He didn't mention anything about not being suitable for children. He then picked out a few related books not suitable for children from the bookshelf next to him and recommended them to Sasuke: "These books are all our best-sellers, covering different emotional themes and communication skills between men and women. I believe they will be helpful to you."

Sasuke took the books from the clerk and nodded gratefully: "Thank you, these look great." He paid, took the newly purchased books, and walked out of the bookstore. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his figure out long, and the golden light and the books in his hands complemented each other, as if foreshadowing that he was about to embark on a different journey of growth from the original one. And "Intimate Paradise" and "The Mirror of Temptation and Lust" were like two wise mentors, accompanying him all the way.