Naruto, Uncle, I Am Going To Be A Hokage.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Different from the other side of the village, here there was laughter and everyone was laughing very happily.

Uchiha, Hyuga, are all here.

Hinata wore brand new clothes, a plain white skirt, and when she ran, she looked like a blooming lily.

She had an extraordinarily happy smile on her face.

In addition, there is Sasuke.

Although the little face was full of pretentiousness, the joy in his eyes could not be concealed.

Chiba and others looked at these children who were smiling very happily, and they also smiled.

After a while.

Hinata walked up to Naruto, took out a pink gift box from somewhere, held it in front of Naruto, and said crisply:

"Happy birthday, Naruto!"

Sasuke also walked up.

In his hand is a black gift box.

But the smile on his face was strained.

After handing it to Naruto, he turned his head.

"Although today is your birthday, you still have to practice hard, otherwise you won't be able to defeat me in the future!"

Naruto grinned.

"Thanks!"

He put the gift away.

I am very happy to thank my friends.

Chiba and others watched from inside the house.

Well.

There is also a Nine Tails fox with a round belly, lying on the side, sleeping boredly.

Hiashi said at this time:

"Isn't it bad for us to do this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fugaku snorted:

"What's wrong? He has his funeral and we celebrate our birthdays. Besides... most people don't know how this so-called hero came to be. How can we still not know?"

really.

Asuma's death is not a secret at all to a wealthy family like them.

It's just used to deceive ordinary people.

Sarutobi wanted to make Asuma a hero, but naturally they wouldn't approve.

Through the death of his son and a large amount of compensation, the two major villages were forced to retreat. What is there to promote about such a so-called "victory"?

Even in the past, Fugaku felt it was embarrassing enough.

However, Sarutobi was able to hold the funeral in such a serious manner, and even had so many people celebrate it.

There was disdain in his eyes.

Hiashi sighed.

He also felt ugly. This method of winning people's hearts would not work if he was not thick-skinned.

Also thanks to Sarutobi Hiruzen, who has many years of experience.

Otherwise...

Hiashi thought for a while and realized that he was definitely not embarrassed.

While a few people were having a casual discussion, Naruto walked in with a few children and asked happily:

"Uncle, are there any more fireworks?"

"Yes, there are many more."

Chiba smiled.

"Today, you can release as much as you want."

Soon someone brought out a lot of fireworks.

They were so densely packed that they almost filled the yard.

Chiba naturally asked Orochimaru to prepare these fireworks in advance.

Although this was overkill, Orochimaru was happy to oblige after hearing the purpose.

There are even different styles.

soon.

Naruto, Sasuke, and Hinata took the lead in setting off fireworks.

Some other Uchiha and Hyuga children were also watching this scene expectantly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Above the sky, fireworks flashed one after another.

Create a grand scene.

Also, there are various patterns.

Some have smiling faces, and their smiles are particularly bright.

There are also words.

Among them, there are two types of fireworks.

Text types, one with the number "eight" written on it, and one with the number "three" written on it.

Fireworks kept blooming.

Covered the entire sky.

And on the other side.

Look at the fireworks in the sky.

and ever-changing patterns.

And there are numbers.

The high mood that Sarutobi Hiruzen had previously brewed could no longer be maintained.

He swept his eyes and saw clearly that many people's eyes were attracted, looking at the sky, and even showing longing expressions.

Sarutobi looked very ugly.

Because this is his son's funeral.

He put so much thought into it, so grandly, so grandly.

And he tried to shape his son into the greatest hero of the village at this funeral.

However.

The fireworks that fill the sky have been disturbing this place.

The patterns one after another deeply mocked him.

"Third Generation-sama..."

Anbu walked to a place and waited for Master Hokage's instructions.

Sarutobi's face darkened.

Take deep breaths again and again to keep your emotions normal.

He tried his best to pretend not to be affected.

Continuing with the previous words:

"It is precisely because of Asuma's sacrifice that the peace of the village was restored and our victory was achieved!"

"Without a doubt, Asuma is great..."

Bang!

Above the horizon, an ugly old monkey pattern appeared.

Sarutobi doesn't care.

Continued:

"He is great for..."

Bang!

This time, it was a little monkey.

But the little monkey was lying on the ground, as if sleeping, and also as if...dead...

call!

"Today we are here to honor our heroes..."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Aged old monkey, little monkey lying down, number three and number eight.

And... a big smile at the end.

There were more and more fireworks, and in the end it was almost all fireworks.

Even Sarutobi's own voice was hard to hear clearly.

Bang!

This time it was a huge flame, with dense leaves beside the flame. Unfortunately, as the fireworks dissipated, the leaves dissipated first.

It looked as if the flames were too strong and burned all the leaves.

Everything dissipates.

Seeing this scene, someone murmured:

"Where the leaves are flying..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fireworks don’t go off.

It's a very festive day.

The whole village could see this scene.

People were no longer interested in listening to Sarutobi's speech. They all looked up at the sky and enjoyed the fireworks show.

Sarutobi's gloomy expression could no longer be concealed.

The funeral he had prepared so carefully was undoubtedly ruined.

Namikaze Chiba didn't come and easily ruined the funeral and... his speech.

A little further away.

A huge black coffin lay quietly.

But no one pays attention anymore.

Sarutobi clenched his fists, veins popping out on them.

But at this time, it is not easy to vent at all.

finally.

Sarutobi waved his hand dejectedly, indicating that Asuma should be buried.

No matter what, the funeral had to go on, after all, it was his son.

After burial with coffin.

The funeral is over.

Sarutobi was the first to leave, almost throwing away his sleeves, his face gloomy and scary.

When Sarutobi walked only a few steps away, he heard laughter from behind, which was extremely loud.

Also very happy.

In the village, this kind of laughter continued, perhaps because of the fireworks, and gradually spread to everyone's faces.

They were all smiles.

It didn't seem to occur to him at all that a so-called "hero" was buried here today.

They only know that today's fireworks are good.