In Konoha, This Naruto Has Decided To Take It Easy

Chapter 323 Sparking Something Indescribable

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Hearing her mother, Yamanaka Rino's voice, the boiling blood in Ino instantly cooled. Her messy hair covered a confused and horrified look.

‘It’s over!’

She touched her neck and looked up to see Naruto grinning at her. She immediately frowned and whispered in displeasure, "You’re going to get me killed! My mom is here! And you’re still smiling!"

Naruto loosened his hand, breathing slightly. He was used to these kinds of situations, and couldn't help but chuckled when he saw Ino frantically try to fix her disheveled hair by the glass door.

"Go upstairs and wait for me in my room." Ino pushed him away unhappily, not wanting her mother to notice their legs under the half-lowered shade.

As for the young man from the Aochi Clan outside, she didn't take him seriously at all. She was set on sticking to the story that she was alone.

Her heart was beating very fast. She tremblingly took out a red hair clip from her pocket and clipped up the hair on both sides of her face. She then glanced at Naruto, who was slowly making his way upstairs.

Seeing him stop halfway and turn to look back, she shot him a murderous glare. The dim lighting in the shop made her wonder if he could even see it.

After securing her hair, Ino deftly unlocked the door and draped a scarf around her neck, one her mother had left behind. With a smooth motion, she pulled up the window shade and opened the glass door.

"Mom, you’re back!" Ino greeted her sweetly, appearing exceptionally well-behaved.

She glanced outside and noticed the Aochi Clan’s young man had already left, probably traumatized by what he saw. Ino wondered if he had said anything to her mom, ‘If only I could make sure he never talked again!’

The young man from the Aochi Clan was wandering around the Konoha’s streets empty-handed. The sun above felt cold, and the gift box had long been discarded. Watching the person he liked get claimed by another man, right in front of him, left him feeling broken.

What was even more terrifying was that while he was sad, he actually felt a hint of excitement in his heart, which made him question his life even more.

Naruto, by then, had casually made his way into Ino’s room. He sat down by the window and waited patiently, without a trace of nervousness in his heart. He had no idea that his casual declaration of dominance had inadvertently sparked something indescribable in another man.

Rino glanced at her daughter with a hint of suspicion, her gaze fixing on the scarf around Ino’s neck.

"Why did you pull down the window shade in broad daylight?"

Hearing this, Ino immediately realized that the young from the Aochi Clan hadn’t said anything to her mother, and her annoyance towards him dissipated instantly.

"Oh, it’s nothing, Mom. I’m about to head out on a mission and I’m running late."

Ino turned around and tried to leave, but was stopped by her mother.

"Wait." Rino stared at her daughter, her eyes narrowing as she reached out towards the scarf around Ino’s neck. "Don't you dislike wearing scarves? Why are you wearing it today?"

"I…"

Ino’s heart sank. Her neck still had faint red marks, and she couldn’t just say she’d been pulling at it for fun. But she couldn't avoid him blatantly, as it would only raise more suspicion.

Just as Rino's hand was about to touch the scarf around her neck, a muffled thud suddenly came from upstairs.

"What was that noise?" Rino's hand stopped in mid-air and she turned to look in the direction of the stairs.

"It came from my room. Something must’ve fallen." Ino replied, feeling relieved. She quickly made an excuse and ran upstairs, calling back, "I'll go up and take a look."

"Hey, slow down."

"I know!"

Upstairs, Ino pushed open the door and saw Naruto smiling at the scarf around her neck, which made her slightly annoyed. She yanked it off, revealing the pinkish-red marks on her skin.

She rolled her eyes at him and grumbled dissatisfiedly, "Stop smiling. It’s all your fault for being so rough. Now it’s all red."

Naruto was lounging by the window, arms spread out, one long leg lazily stretched out. His entire posture was relaxed, like he was basking in the afterglow of a satisfying moment.

With a smile on his face, he looked at Ino's flushed face and the red marks on her neck. He thought to himself, ‘Xu Zhimo really understood men well… The greatest satisfaction in life was indeed seeing a girl’s shy, downcast expression.’ (T/N: Xu Zhimo is a Chinese romantic poet.)

Naruto vaguely remembered the original line: ‘The most tender moment is when she lowers her head in shyness, like a lotus flower too delicate for the cold breeze.’ But he felt that version was too poetic.

A more straightforward version might be: A girl turning over, poking you with a finger, her face flushed, whispering that she’s already reached her peak several times just now.

Of course, in the whole Shinobi Shinobi, perhaps only Jiraiya can resonate with Naruto's artistic inclinations.

Naruto’s wandering thoughts vanished as quickly as they came. He raised his head, pointed at the faint red marks on his neck and said with a smile, "Aren't you also quite devoted?"

"Go to hell!" Ino threw a pillow at him, her face still flushed as she crouched down to gather her Ninja Tools, "The mission is about to start. We’re running out of time. Are you sure you don’t need to go home and get ready?"

"No need. I don’t have much to pack." Naruto replied, gazing out the window.

The red marks on both of their necks were relatively light and would disappear in a short while. When Ino was almost done cleaning up, he hooked his finger at her to signal her to come over.

"What now?" Ino pursed her lips, looking unhappy.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

She remembered that just now, when they were downstairs, she was so excited that she exposed all her cards. She was the first one to say that she liked him. But the man opposite said it once, and even then, it wasn’t...

The more she thought about it, the more she felt she’d lost out. Recalling how she had impulsively declared her feelings earlier, Ino felt both embarrassed and annoyed.

Even so, she still walked over. Naruto directly wrapped his arm around her slender waist, removed her red hairpin with his other hand, and slowly helped her fix her hair.

"The mission is about to start." Ino’s voice softened as she noticed that Naruto was focused solely on fixing her hair.

"There’s still forty minutes. There's still time." Naruto replied leisurely, his hands still moving as his gaze remained full of tenderness.

But Ino knew his tricks by now. With those naturally charming eyes, Naruto could appear deeply affectionate even when staring blankly at a dog.

She remembered a time when they were walking down the street, and Naruto had appeared to be gazing longingly at a girl, only to realize later that he was actually daydreaming while staring at a big yellow dog, lost in thought.

"Earlier…"

"What?" He asked.

"Earlier doesn’t count." Ino said angrily.

"Hmm? It doesn't count because you kissed me so hard?" Naruto glanced down at her, lowered his hand and raised her face again, "You almost kissed my neck off."

"No, I didn’t!" Ino quickly turned her head and refused to admit it.

After a minute, Naruto didn't make any sound, so Ino cautiously turned back and lightly touched his Adam's apple, asking, "Does it really hurt?"

Of course, he had been joking.

But Naruto didn’t push the conversation further. Firstly, because the mission was about to start, and secondly, because he was afraid he couldn't control himself. Ino was a little cute, the kind of person who would say it didn't hurt even if her face turned pale.

After exchanging a few more words, Naruto vaulted out the window ahead of her.