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Chapter 0005: Kissing Kurenai
🕑 Added 2024-09-12 04:55:51 +0000 UTCChapter 0005: Kissing Kurenai
Hmm.
In her sleep, Kurenai felt something prying open her lips, making its way into her mouth and stirring around.
This strange sensation felt very odd to her. Almost instinctively, she tried to fend off the intruding object with her little tongue and head, but instead, they became entangled, creating a series of “tch-tch” sounds.
Kurenai finally opened her eyes, and what she saw was my face, very close to hers.
What... what’s going on?!
Kurenai looked utterly confused. Could it be that she was still dreaming? Yes, it must be that way!
Is this what they mean by “thinking about it during the day, dreaming about it at night”?
But, since it’s just a dream, a little boldness shouldn’t matter, right?
Thinking this, Kurenai even started to actively respond, instinctively wrapping her arms around my neck.
Uh.
I was a bit unnerved by her actions and involuntarily pulled back my advancing lips.
As I lifted my head, a glistening thread of saliva connected our lips, and with a “snap,” it fell onto Kurenai’s chin. The sticky feeling finally made the little girl realize—this wasn’t a dream at all!
“Ah, No… ah, ah, you pervert!”
Kurenai’s angry scream echoed through the entire Yuhi household. Moments later, there were two loud thumps as she stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her.
Sigh.
Rubbing the bump on my forehead, I huddled in the corner of the bed with a face full of desolation, looking as if I wanted to cry but couldn’t.
“This time, I’m definitely not going to be forgiven. Sorry, big sister…” I muttered in self-abandonment, my whole being exuding a despairing black aura.
[Congratulations, host, you have completed the option. Taijutsu training increased by ten days, chakra training increased by ten days.]
The system’s annoying voice chimed in as expected.
“Dinner is ready, Hiroto, Kurenai,” came the call from downstairs, from my stepmother, Yuhi Hana.
“No, I’m not eating!”
“I don’t want to eat…”
Both Kurenai and I answered simultaneously.
“Huh? Are you still planning to continue? Don’t overdo it; it’s bad for your health,” Hana’s voice came again, carrying a suggestive tone.
“I don’t think things are as you imagine,” Yuhi Shinji said with a twitching mouth. “They’re both nine and seven years old! It’s impossible for them to do anything inappropriate!”
However, Yuhi Hana seemed not to listen, her gaze dreamy as she covered her cheek with one hand and said, “The kids have grown up, haven’t they?”
...
...
The sky was clear blue, with fluffy white clouds.
The noonday sun shone on the training field in the southwest corner of Konoha, and the river’s surface reflected a silvery light.
On the embankment beside the river, a seven or eight-year-old boy stared coldly at a giant tree, his fists striking the surface in a rhythmic “bang-bang-bang.”
This was the most basic of Konoha’s Taijutsu, the Chōkō Punch. Known for its power and speed, the key was to channel all of one’s strength into a single point. It was easy to learn but hard to master.
Surprisingly, each punch from this boy left a shallow mark on the giant tree. If others saw this, they would be astonished.
Clearly, the boy had mastered the Chōkō Punch to a remarkable degree. If he used chakra, he could probably break the tree trunk in three punches—a feat even some Chūnin couldn’t achieve.
The boy was me.
Since it was a weekend and I didn’t have to attend class, I avoided staying at home to prevent awkward encounters with my sister. Instead, I came to the nearest training field to test my skills.
Not bad!
By the ninja rank system, I was almost at the level of an elite Genin. If I told people, they would probably drop their jaws. After all, I had only recently mastered chakra! Such explosive progress was beyond the term “genius”; it was pure prodigy!
But I still wore a bitter expression, unable to feel happy. In my words, all this power had been bought with years of accumulated integrity, and now I was branded as a “pervert” with no chance of shedding that label.
With this in mind, my expression grew more and more sullen. I struck harder and faster. Finally, I leaped into the air, extending my right leg and drawing a mysterious trajectory.
Konoha Hurricane!
My right leg slammed into the giant tree, making a loud thud. Then, with a crisp “crack,” the tree trunk, about a meter in diameter, broke in half and crashed to the ground.
Watching the scattered wood chips and green leaves, I let out a deep breath. Just as I was about to turn and leave, I noticed a small, delicate figure standing behind me, watching me with a strange look.
“…?”
