In Konoha, This Naruto Has Decided To Take It Easy

Chapter 441 The Revitalization of The Clan Rests on Your Shoulders

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"Am I talking too much?" Hinata asked, her face flushing slightly as she nervously tugged at the hem of her skirt, even though it wasn’t moving.

Normally, she rarely wore skirts, and the playful night breeze brushing against her thighs made her feel uncomfortable. She preferred light pants for this reason.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a soft silver glow. Perhaps due to the upcoming rainstorm, Konoha was now blanketed in a stifling heat.

"Not at all." Naruto replied, somewhat absent-minded.

For some reason, he suddenly recalled an event from years ago. After the bathhouse incident, Hinata had unexpectedly reached out to him once.

It was at the entrance, under the soft glow of yellow lights.

That was the only time she had ever opened up to him, and the short-haired girl who forced herself to muster up the courage to confess her love back then had since grown her hair long again.

Thinking about it, Naruto felt strange, ‘Even if I couldn’t claim the title of ‘Master of the Bathhouse’, I could at least be called the ‘Master of the Entrance’, right?’

Shaking off the random thoughts, Naruto turned to look at Hinata, only to find that Hinata was also looking at him. Upon being noticed, she quickly turned away embarrassedly.

As Naruto grew older, his facial features became sharper, his gaze deeper, and his smile exuded a magnetic, almost bewitching power even before he spoke.

His eyes, clear and pure, made him seem like a natural-born trickster. No matter what he says, it seems that he can easily gain the other party's trust.

Naruto chuckled softly, resting his hand on Hinata’s shoulder and pulling her close as he casually brought up a topic.

"Have you prepared Shikamaru's wedding gift?"

"Huh?"

"What are you giving him?"

"A set of furniture." Hinata replied quietly.

Although her response was understated, Naruto's eyelids twitched, ‘With the background of the Hyuga Clan, the furniture she prepared was definitely not the kind of thing you could just buy in a store.’

"What about you? What did you get him?" Hinata glanced at him shyly, her face tinged with red as she softly asked.

"Me? Hmm…" Naruto hesitated to admit that he and Kiba had lazily wrapped up a random craft item as a gift. Not that Shikamaru would mind, of course.

After all, it was just a token of their appreciation, a private gift between friends. The heavy exchange of favors between major clans didn’t really involve them… for the time being.

Take, for example, a certain Clan Head who, despite leading an entire clan, was its only member. Even Naruto, with his thick skin, felt embarrassed to keep bringing up that he was a Clan Head.

"The revitalization of the clan rests on your shoulders, Hinata." Narutosaid shamelessly.

"Huh?" Hinata was momentarily confused, but when she realized what he meant, her face turned bright red. She bit her lip in a cute manner before softly replying, “Okay.”

Her response left Naruto’s mind wandering for a moment. He felt that Hinata was just too sweet. He even thought that if the Hyuga Clan didn’t have strict curfews, he could probably convince her to go home with him tonight.

But the Hyuga Clan is a large and prestigious clan. Even though Hiashi wasn’t entirely pleased with Hinata, she was still his daughter no matter what. It is impossible for him to watch her being taken advantage of by a perverted pig like Naruto so easily.

"Why didn’t you object? You agreed right away!" Naruto teased, pinching her cheek. His heart skipped a beat, as it was really too thrilling to pinch the face of the Hyuga Clan’s eldest princess.

And no matter how he pinches her, she never resists. At most, she would only pout slightly.

"Um…" Hinata felt a bit of pain but endured it, then asked hesitantly, "Should I have refused?"

"Of course not, I was just saying it casually." Naruto said, then his hands mischievously moved down from her shoulder to her waist.

The two hadn’t stepped out of the shadows yet, and were still shrouded in darkness. The streetlights were spaced far apart, making it impossible for anyone to see them clearly. All that could be made out were two figures leaning closely together.

"Hmm…" Hinata shifted uneasily, her heart beating wildly.

In her opinion, Naruto's hands were very beautiful. Every time those slender hands reached out toward her, her face would heat up like it was on fire.

For some reason, Hinata always felt that when his hands were fully stretched out, the protruding blue veins and conspicuous wrist bones inexplicably had a kind of rough masculinity that was irresistibly attractive.

Sometimes, when Hinata slept, she would dream of those hands. Although she couldn’t make out the face in the dream, her memory of those hands was exceptionally vivid. With just one glance, she knew they were his.

In the dream, despite feeling shy, she couldn't move her body. She could only watch as those long, sexy hands slowly roamed over her body, like lovers indulging in desire.

After waking up from the shock, she realized it was just a dream. The white canopy above her bed gently swayed in the afternoon light, and it took her a long time to return to her senses.

"What's wrong?" Naruto noticed that Hinata seemed overly tense, her body almost rigid.

"N-nothing." Hinata stammered. She raised her head with a flustered look, trying her best to cover up her feelings, "I-I just..."

"Are you feeling unwell?" He withdrew his hand tactfully.

"… No." Hinata didn't know what to say, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito.

"Oh, when exactly is the Jonin Exams?" Naruto smoothly changed the topic. He thought Hinata was afraid, so he decided to pull back for now, planning to test the waters again later.

"The day after tomorrow." She replied, sounding a bit downcast.

"The day after tomorrow? But Shikamaru’s wedding is tomorrow, isn’t that cutting it close? Are you going?" Naruto was a little surprised, as there was no exact time for the Jonin Exams.

Generally, they submit their application according to the Chunin process, then after review, a group would be selected for the exam. The timing was uncertain, and you could apply year-round.

However, summer was generally the busiest, with fewer applicants in winter.

"Of course, I’m going." Hinata bit her lip and repeated softly, as if she was reassuring herself, "I’ll be there."

Hearing this, Naruto’s gaze flickered for a moment, ‘Ino would definitely be at the wedding too.’

While it wouldn’t be a full-blown Shuraba, it certainly wouldn’t benefit him.

The relationship between Hinata and Ino has gradually become complicated since they had a heart-to-heart. It was as if there was a foggy barrier between them, something you couldn’t quite see clearly or touch.

"Oh, okay," He patted Hinata on the head, "I’ll be there too."

Though this was just a casual statement, Hinata looked up at him with a bit more attention. She didn't know what Naruto meant, and she couldn't help but become slightly anxious.

Hinata might be a bit slow on the uptake, but she wasn’t stupid.

She knew the situation well, Naruto’s attitude toward her, and how he treated her kindly, ‘But he treated Ino well too. But I was clearly here first… if I had been braver back then…’

‘Maybe things wouldn’t be like this now.’

‘Ino was a wonderful person. She’s thoughtful, generous, and beautiful. Anyone would like someone like that. It seemed like Ino had been the one by Naruto-kun’s side during that period.’

Hinata shook her head, trying to push away the chaotic thoughts.