Naruto's Pokemon

early morning

Naruto, who had just woken up, opened his eyes, yawned, and raised his hand to wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth.

But when he just raised his hand, he found something was different about his arm.

Let me go, why is there a curse mark on my arm? Naruto rubbed his eyes, and his head that was still in a daze immediately became sober.

However, after he looked carefully, he found that the mark on his arm was not a curse mark, but his family's motto.

""

People often say that what you think about every day is what you dream about at night. I am not dreaming, am I? Blinking, Naruto subconsciously bit the tip of his tongue.

"hiss"

The sharp pain on the tip of his tongue caused Naruto's brain to pause for three seconds. There were only two thoughts left in his mind. One was that he was not dreaming, and the other was: Damn, the bite is bleeding.

The fishy sweetness slowly spreading in his mouth made Naruto's little face wrinkle like a chrysanthemum.

However, since he was not dreaming, where did the family motto on his arm come from?

Naruto sat up from the bed and wanted to ask Pichu what was going on. However, after he saw the miserable situation in the room, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Is this a fake of my room?

The bedroom, which was originally not very tidy but still passable, turned into a mess overnight.

All his clothes were turned out and scattered on the floor. The large pile of white paper last night was also scattered everywhere like his clothes.

Not only that, including his clothes, the white papers on the floor, and various furniture in the house, they were all covered with dense writing at this time.

And Naruto recognized at a glance that those were the family mottos that Kushina made up last night.

Well, Naruto thought he already knew who the murderer was.

But just when he was about to settle the score with Pichu, he found that Pichu was not in the bedroom.

Looking across the bedroom door that was pushed open, Naruto had a terrible thought in his heart.

"Probably not"

As if confirming Naruto's inner worries, Kushina's voice reached Naruto's ears through several walls in the next second.

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First, there was a three-second silence for our Pichu classmates. Then, Naruto put on the slippers that were also covered with words and ran out of the bedroom.

After seeing the same miserable situation in the living room and his bedroom, Naruto's mouth twitched.

Fortunately, only a small half of the entire living room was filled with family mottos. The other areas were relatively safe, perhaps due to lack of time.

As for our little Pichu classmate, he is lying in front of the latest row of words, seeming to have fallen asleep.

The originally yellow hair on his body was also dyed in patches with black ink, which looked so funny.

Of course, these are not important. The most important thing is Kushina who is standing in front of Pichu at this time.

Kushina's face was expressionless. She first glanced at Naruto who walked out of the bedroom, and then focused on the fallen Pichu.

In the long silence, Kushina suddenly said: "Naruto, do you still remember the bamboo rat last month? It seemed delicious when steamed."

“It’s quite delicious”

Naruto answered the other party subconsciously, but then he realized what his mother meant by what she said just now. Wasn't she going to become a Pichu?

Sure enough, after hearing Naruto's affirmative answer, Kushina said again: "Speaking of which, your Pichu seems to be a rat too."

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No, mom, don’t scare me! Pichu is so thin and small, so he definitely doesn’t taste good, and he might get food poisoning.

Just when Naruto was thinking about how to get Kushina to give up this scary-sounding idea, Kushina said again: "Okay, it's decided. Let's make steamed bamboo rat tonight. .”

"no"

Naruto immediately objected, but soon he realized under Kushina's incomprehensible look that what his mother just said was steamed bamboo rat, not