This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 43 Kushina Uzumaki

The next day, noon.

The commercial street was bustling with people, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares rose and fell.

Minato Namikaze was dressed in casual clothes, his hands in his pockets, and he slowed his pace to match the person next to him.

Walking beside him was a girl with long, bright red hair like a waterfall—Kushina Uzumaki.

At this moment, she was holding two strings of three-colored dumplings in her hand, her cheeks bulging out, like a hamster eating.

As she chewed on the soft, sticky rice balls, she curiously looked at the shops on both sides of the street, her long red hair swaying gently behind her with her movements.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Minato turned his head and his gaze fell on the smear of sweet soy sauce on the corner of her mouth.

He casually pulled a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket, not handing it to her, but simply reaching out and gently wiping the sauce from the corner of her mouth.

Kushina's body stiffened abruptly, and her chewing motion paused for a moment.

"Stop nagging! We rarely get out of the house, so of course we have to eat our fill!"

She turned her head away in a panic, her ears turning a visibly red. To hide her embarrassment, she deliberately bit the meatball harder, muttering indistinctly.

Kushina paused as she passed a jewelry store.

Her gaze lingered on a hair clip placed in a conspicuous spot.

It was a deep red hair clip, exquisitely crafted, but to Kushina, the color was too similar to her "strange" red hair.

She subconsciously touched her hair, a shadow of being ridiculed since childhood flashing in her eyes. She withdrew her outstretched hand and pretended to walk away nonchalantly.

"Boss, I'll take that hair clip."

A gentle voice sounded in my ear.

Before Kushina could react, a golden flash flickered slightly.

Minato was already standing in front of her, holding the hair clip.

"I don't……"

"It suits you very well." Minato interrupted her refusal, his clear blue eyes looking intently at her. "Red hair is beautiful, and it will make you look even more vibrant."

Without Kushina's consent, he gently brushed aside the stray hairs by her ear and fastened a hair clip in their place.

"Indeed, it looks great." Minato took a step back, a satisfied smile on his face.

Kushina touched her hair clip, looking at the smile of the boy in front of her, and her heart skipped a beat.

However, this sweetness did not last long.

About fifty meters behind the two, in the shadows of a rooftop, two masked ANBU ninjas were silently shifting positions, the feeling of being watched constantly lingering.

As the vessel for the Nine-Tails' future, Kushina's activities were strictly restricted.

For her, strolling around with friends like this is a luxury.

Noticing the gaze behind her, Kushina's previously excited expression darkened slightly, the blush faded, and a hint of disgust and dejection flashed in her eyes.

"Like watching a prisoner..." she murmured, instinctively trying to distance herself from Minato, not wanting him to be stared at like that as well.

But just as she tried to pull her hand back, a warm and strong hand grabbed it from behind.

Don't worry about it.

Minato subtly stepped to the side behind her, using his body to block the prying gaze and the shadow.

He gripped it tightly, and the warmth of his palm seeped through his skin.

"The Hokage specifically instructed that as long as I'm here today, the Anbu won't get too close."

Minato's voice was gentle yet resolute, carrying a comforting strength: "He said he would feel at ease if I were with him."

Kushina was stunned, staring at their clasped hands.

Once upon a time, that boy who seemed a bit effeminate in the ninja academy has now grown into a reliable ninja trusted even by the Hokage. He can even use this method to create a slightly freer space for her in this cage full of surveillance.

"cut……"

Kushina turned her face away, not wanting Minato to see her reddened eyes, and stubbornly said, "Who...who needs your protection? I'm very strong! If they dare to come any closer, I'll beat them to a pulp!"

Despite saying that, her fingers secretly tightened around Minato's hand.

The two were about to turn into a side alley, a shortcut to the park.

"Based on my observation, the distance between the two is negative, and Shuimen's heart rate appears to be 20% higher than usual, with dilated facial capillaries. From a biological perspective, this is a state of high dopamine secretion during courtship."

A flat, monotonous voice suddenly came from the alley entrance.

Minato and Kushina stopped in their tracks as if they had been electrocuted.

Nishikawa Tetsu was carrying a bag of newly purchased experimental materials—several lively frogs.

He was leaning against the wall, watching the two of them with a mocking expression.

"Che?" Minato was somewhat surprised, but he didn't let go of Kushina's hand. "What are you doing here?"

"Replenishing supplies." Nishikawa Tetsu shook the frog in his hand. "And while I was at it, I was observing the ecological environment of Konoha. I didn't expect to run into your date."

"A...a date?!"

Kushina was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; she almost jumped up, trying to shake off Minato's hand, only to find that Minato was holding on even tighter.

Her face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe tomato: "Who...who went on a date with him! We just...we just happened to be going the same way! We were just stopping by to buy something!"

"On the way?"

Nishikawa Tetsu pointed expressionlessly to the brand-new red hair clip on Kushina's head.

"If I remember correctly, you didn't used to wear hair clips, and..."

Nishikawa Tetsu looked at Minato, his gaze lingering for a second on Minato's tightly clenched hands, a wicked smile playing on his lips:

"Minato, it seems your speed talent isn't just on the battlefield; you're progressing quite quickly in other areas too. At this rate, should I start preparing the money for your baby's one-month celebration?"

This kind of joke, which carries a hint of adulthood, is like a nuclear blow to innocent teenagers.

Minato's handsome face instantly turned bright red, even his neck turned red. He scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, his eyes darting around: "Um... Che, don't joke around, this is too ahead of its time..."

Kushina, on the verge of exploding.

Her hair stood on end, and the background behind her seemed to be ablaze; she had completely lost her temper.

"Nishikawa Toru!"

A roar echoed through the street, startling the pigeons on the rooftops.

"You idiot with a head full of nonsense! Shut up!"

"Bang!"

Before Nishikawa Tetsu could react, the shadow of the fist had already rapidly magnified in his field of vision.

That was the furious iron fist of "Red Pepper".

Nishikawa Tetsu felt a sharp pain on the top of his head, as if he had been planted onion, with half of his body precisely pounded into the ground, leaving only his still-smoking head sticking out.

"snort!"

Kushina withdrew her fist, blew the dust off it, put her hands on her hips, and let her red hair dance wildly, like an angry female war goddess.

"This is what happens when you talk nonsense! If you dare to spout off again, I'll turn you into a specimen and put you with those frogs!"

After saying that, her face flushed, she grabbed the still-stunned Minato with surprising strength:

"Minato, let's go! Ignore this annoying guy, let's go get some ramen!"

Minato staggered a couple of steps as he was dragged along, and could only turn around and give Nishikawa Tetsu an apologetic and helpless bitter smile, mouthing "Take care."

The two walked away bickering, their shadows stretching long in the setting sun until they merged into one.

Several members of the ANBU nearby admired the black-haired kid; he dared to mess with "Red Pepper," he was quite a talent.

Nishikawa Tetsu struggled to pull himself out of the pit, patted the dirt off his head, hissed, and rubbed the large lump in his head.

"Hiss... Is this the physique of the Uzumaki clan? This strength."

He looked in the direction the two had left, his eyes not showing anger, but rather a faint smile.

It's not so bad to see these two people playfully bickering so vividly in this village filled with surveillance and oppression.

"But you seem to be in a lot of energy."

Nishikawa Tetsu picked up the frog bag that had fallen to the ground and dusted it off.

"Alright, I've had my fill of dog food. Time to get back to work."

He turned and walked in the opposite direction, his expression returning to calm and profound.