Naruto entry

Page 382

Just as Kiyoshi was about to take Mikoto to the market, Mikoto suddenly spoke up.

"Flying Thunder God?"

As Kiyoshi finished speaking, Mikoto took the initiative to hug his arm.

Kiyoshi felt two thick mounds of fat, where the human heart resided.

It's like a hot dog wrapped in bread.

"That's faster."

Mikoto raised her head and met Kiyoshi's equally dark and deep eyes with her own black eyes.

"of course."

The next moment, the two figures disappeared.

……

Nighttime is when the villagers' nightlife is just beginning.

Fugaku's Sharingan eyes darted around, and with the power of "Fierce Eye Fugaku," he could easily find the person he was looking for in a dense crowd.

However, Fugaku searched for quite a while but still couldn't find the person he was longing for.

"Strange, Misaka hasn't come out?"

Fugaku scratched his head.

"Well, it's already considered overtime patrolling. Let's go take another look around."

Fugaku tidied his carefully styled hair and began patrolling the streets.

……

By the time Fugaku began patrolling the streets again and again, Kiyoshi had already returned to Mikoto's house with Mikoto and the fresh ingredients he had bought.

Mikoto pulled Kiyoshi along, asking him to teach her more Chinese cooking methods.

The feedback from the "Mangekyou Sharingan" continuously and slowly improved his physical qualities, and Kiyoshi's cooking skills had reached a terrifying level of precision.

No matter how ordinary the ingredients are, he can unleash their potential and make them delicious.

"How long will Mikoto stay here this time?"

"Two days."

"Yeah."

Kiyoshi replied.

In a few days, he should be setting off.

"You need to control the heat a little here, just wait three more seconds."

Kiyoshi said suddenly.

Mikoto adjusted the switch and turned off the fire after three seconds.

The rich aroma of food immediately began to fill the kitchen.

"Unfortunately... Kiyoshi has already eaten."

Mikoto's voice was somewhat soft and gentle.

"Mikoto-nee, I can be considered a taijutsu ninja, and I have a huge appetite."

Qingsi spoke.

If it weren't for his ability to automatically draw energy from nature, he wouldn't have this ability.

Otherwise, with his daily tearing and repairing of muscle damage, he could easily become a useless machine.

Or they would eat military rations as their main meal, a big bowl of them at every meal.

"Really?"

Mikoto glanced at Kiyoshi, then stopped stirring the food in the pot.

"Would I lie to Mikoto-nee?"

Kiyoshi shot out chakra threads from his fingertips, wrapped them around a piece of cooked meat, and put it into his mouth.

"delicious."

Qingsi spoke.

"If it tastes good, eat more."

Mikoto picked up her chopsticks and fed some food from the pot to Kiyoshi.

“There are other dishes as well.”

Only after Kiyoshi finished eating did Mikoto stop feeding him.

She suddenly paused.

What are you doing?

Wouldn't doing this to Kiyoshi be like openly admitting your feelings for him?

What about Fugaku?

Mikoto thought of Fugaku.

She has feelings in her heart.

However, it's no longer the kind of relationship that was just about to blossom into something more.

It leans more towards comrades-in-arms, and this bias continues to decline over time.

Once a woman has a man in her heart, the space for him shrinks dramatically.

"Sister Mikoto, the next dish needs..."

The key points are explained by Qing Si.

"okay."

Mikoto snapped out of her daze, her neck, earlobes, and cheeks flushed crimson.

Was she jealous of Tsunade and her best friend?

Mikoto can't tell them apart.

All she knew was that her good younger brother, who had always been by her side, suddenly went to have dinner with his best friend.

This feeling is almost like something of mine has been taken away.

Time passed as the two chatted back and forth.

Soon, the table was covered with food.

Kiyoshi sat opposite Mikoto and drank a glass of wine that Mikoto had poured into her glass.

He's long past the age of drinking, so this doesn't really matter to him.

Mikoto is acting differently tonight, something that Kiyoshi is concerned about.

But this also pleased Kiyoshi's plan.

Otherwise, how would Itachi and Sasuke have come into being?

You should know that he started planning these things on his very first day in Konoha.

He carefully cultivated Mikoto's favor, gradually taking advantage of any openings.

At this point, we can only say that the fruit has shown signs of blossoming.

"Kiyoshi, you've taught me so much, thank you."

Mikoto looked at the food on the table and felt a sense of accomplishment.

Having the qualities of a virtuous wife and loving mother, she naturally enjoys cooking.

"Then... what about Mikoto-nee's thank-you gift?"

Kiyoshi put down his wine glass and looked directly at Mikoto.

"Thank you?"

Mikoto was taken aback.

Yes, I should prepare a thank-you gift for Kiyoshi.

But she hadn't prepared anything.

"Kiyoshi, what do you want?"

Mikoto also put down her wine glass, her two red lips becoming even more supple and glossy.

It was as if she had just drunk not wine, but those fragrant orchids.

"This is what I want."

Kiyoshi stood up, walked to Mikoto, then bent down and gently touched her lips.

!

blank.

heat.

Shock.

Shy.

A myriad of feelings arose within Mikoto, and her closed Sharingan opened once more.

Kiyoshi... Kiyoshi is actually...

"Mikoto, you should understand my feelings."

Qingsi smiled.

Feel.

This pure and beautiful thing.

The right eye began to move rhythmically.

As a result, the pupil power in his left eye also increased.

The pupil energy that had slowed down and was replenishing the body began to accelerate again.

Kiyoshi could even see the fine lines on Mikoto's lips and her flawless face.

These are the fruits of his own labor.

Such a virtuous wife and loving mother is the kind of person one should marry.

It would be such a waste to give it to someone as weak as Fugaku.

If Fugaku were present, Kiyoshi would probably think of one thing.

Watch closely, this is how Mikoto uses Fugaku!

Then Kiyoshi walked back to his seat and began to eat his meal leisurely.

Mikoto lowered her head and subconsciously touched the spot where Kiyoshi had applied the ointment.

Flames ignited in his eyes.

She felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Her eyes echoed her feelings, her pupils twitching.

It's as if something is about to be born.

"I'm going back now, Mikoto-nee."

Seeing that the time was right, Kiyoshi took his leave.

The saying goes, "Haste makes waste."

Mikoto must be confused by his actions just now.

Now Mikoto should be allowed to sort out her thoughts.