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Next day.
After Arata woke up, he stretched and yawned. "Alright, time for the Ninja Academy…" he mumbled. After all, he had promised his dad to attend today.
As he walked down the path, hands in his pockets, he suddenly stopped. He felt someone coming from behind. He turned around.
"Arata-kun"
A girl, around two years younger than him, was walking toward him. She had long purple hair, wore a black shirt with the Uchiha crest on her back, and looked kinda serious… but also kinda shy.
She stopped in front of him and gave a small bow. "Good morning."
Arata blinked. "Uh… who are you?"
The girl looked up, her cheeks slightly pink. "My name is Naori Uchiha. I'm… Madara-sama's niece."
"Wait, what? You're Naori Uchiha?" Arata's eyes widened. "This is the first time I'm seeing you."
He scratched his head, confused. Why didn't I ever hear about her?
He had never gone to Madara's house, and the system always avoided the topic when he asked. Every time he tried, something weird happened.
He coughed quietly. "Weird system…"
"I heard that," the system replied with a loud hmph.
Still tsundere as ever, Kurama laughed inside his mind.
"You shut up, fox," said the system sharply.
Kurama sighed. "Alright, alright. Chill."
Arata smiled awkwardly and turned back to Naori. "So… you're really Naori Uchiha?"
She nodded, her expression lighting up. "Yes!"
And just like that, Arata remembered something important. Wait… wasn't she my fiancée?
He had heard his father mention it once. Naori, the daughter of Madara's late sister, had been living with Madara and Izuna since she was a child. She was just two years younger than him and… apparently had a strong reputation in the clan.
"Arata…" Kurama spoke seriously.
"What is it, Kurama?"
"Did you hear her name clearly? It's Naori Uchiha. You fool, did you forget? She's the one who created Izanagi and Izanami!" Kurama practically shouted.
"What!?" Arata nearly tripped. "Hey, System! Is it the same Naori Uchiha?!"
"Yes," the system replied flatly. "And don't call me weird again. I'm answering you this time only. You're forgiven. For now."
So tsundere, Arata sighed inside his mind.
"Tsundere and proud," the system muttered.
Arata scratched his head, looking at Naori again. "Man… this is gonna be one weird academy day."
"Well… Arata-kun, I made this breakfast for you," Naori said softly, Blushing.
She pulled out a lunchbox from behind her back, wrapped in a neat cloth. Her hands were a little shaky as she held it out to him. Her cheeks were already turning red.
Arata blinked, confused for a second. Why is she blushing?
What Arata didn't know was—Naori had a crush on him. A real one.
Back during the war, she saw how the world was falling apart. So many lives lost. So much pain. But then… she heard about him. About how Arata Senju stepped up, fought with heart, and helped bring peace.
She had been keeping an eye on him since then—spying, yes, but also admiring. The first time she actually saw him up close, when he smiled at some villagers, her heart skipped a beat. Her face turned redder than a tomato—yeah, maybe even redder than a certain future Hyuga girl we all know.
Now here she was, standing in front of him, handing him food with trembling hands.
Arata took the lunchbox and smiled. He could tell she was nervous. But it wasn't just that—he knew something else.
He'd noticed one thing about Uchiha guys. Most of them were kinda proud. Not mean, just... confident. Probably because of their Sharingan. But Uchiha girls? They were different. Gentler. Like Mikoto Uchiha—strong, but graceful. Warm like milk tea on a rainy day. The kind of person you'd actually want to marry.
"Thank you for this, Naori-chan," Arata said kindly, taking the lunchbox from her.
He smiled at her. A real, warm smile.
And just like that… Naori's brain short-circuited.
He said Naori-chan!
If there was a meter for how red a face could get, Naori's would've broken it.
Kurama inside Arata's mind chuckled. Looks like someone's got a fan.
"Shut up, fox," said the system with a tsundere tone.
"Who asked you, toaster?" Kurama replied.
As Arata looked at her, he scratched the back of his head and said,
"Uh, Naori-chan… I already have a tiffin. My mom—]i, you know, —she packed one for me too."
He smiled awkwardly and pulled out his lunch from a small storage seal on his hand. The seal glowed, and poof!—a warm bento box appeared.
But when he looked at Naori again… she seemed a bit lost.
She wasn't even looking at his lunch. She was staring into his eyes.
Her face was already red, but now? It was like someone dumped tomato juice on it.
She lowered her head, her voice turning softer and softer. "O-oh… I see…"
Arata didn't notice her mood. He smiled and said,
"Well, more food for both of us, right? Let's eat together later."
Naori heard that, and her heart skipped. She liked how Arata could understand her feelings without making things awkward. He didn't tease her or act cool—he was just naturally kind. That made her like him even more.
Then Arata suddenly turned around and started walking.
"C'mon," he said.
"Huh? But… the Academy's the other way…" Naori said, confused.
Arata didn't answer. He just kept walking with a little smirk.