Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too tsundere

No way! If I jump up to grab it, wouldn't that be telling everyone that there's something wrong with the note?!

She suppressed her impulse, pretended to be calm, and reached out to take the note naturally, intending to say casually, "I didn't expect there to be trash in the scarf. What a disgrace to the Uchiha clan."

However, fate seemed determined to work against her. The note drifted away on the breeze and landed squarely on Yamanaka Ino's face, just before Satsuki could catch it.

"Huh?" The blond little girl groggily removed the note from her face, rubbing her eyes. "What is this...?"

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Custom-made item: Double scarf

[Client: Uchiha Satsuki]

Ino was stunned.

Her gaze slowly shifted from the note, meeting Zuo Yue's dark, inky eyes—Zuo Yue had somehow appeared before her, her shadow completely enveloping her petite frame.

Satsuki leaned down slightly, her lips almost touching Ino's ear. Ino could feel her back instantly soaked with cold sweat, and her fingers trembled involuntarily.

"Listen carefully...throw this piece of paper away right now."

Ino felt as if the note in her hand weighed a ton.

"And..." Satsuki's breath brushed against her ear, "Regarding the contents of this paper... if you dare tell anyone, I'll..."

Ino nodded frantically, tears welling up in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall.

Satsuki straightened up, returned to her seat expressionlessly, and deliberately turned her face away from Naruto. She never imagined that the custom-made goods would have the order slipped inside… she almost got exposed!

"Um... if you don't like it!" Satsuki's ears were almost red with embarrassment, "then... just give it back to me!"

Her voice carried a clear hint of sulking, and Naruto couldn't help but laugh when he saw her like this.

Little tsundere...

He gently touched the scarf, the soft touch reminding him of something from long ago.

“Zuoyue,” he suddenly spoke, his voice softer than usual, “I remember a long time ago, you once walked me home, didn’t you?”

Satsuki's body visibly stiffened.

“…Hmm.” Her voice suddenly trailed off. “So what?”

Don't make me remember that day...

That day, she almost revealed her true feelings in front of Naruto, nearly ruining her dignity.

Although in Naruto's eyes, Satsuki probably never had any "prestige".

Naruto looked at her slightly flushed profile, his smile deepening. He adjusted his scarf and said earnestly, "I want to thank you. Thank you for the scarf, I really like it."

Satsuki's shoulders trembled slightly.

“How about this,” Naruto continued, his blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight, “I’ll take you home tonight?”

Zuo Yue froze, slowly turning her head, her dark eyes widening slightly, a look of disbelief flashing within them. But quickly, she regained her haughty expression and let out a soft snort.

"Hmph... since you insist..."

Her fingers subtly tightened their grip on the excess fabric of her scarf, her voice growing softer. "It's not that I can't give you that chance..."

Chapter 78 Prelude

The afternoon sun shone through the dense canopy of trees, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. It should have been a peaceful afternoon, but at this moment, an unsettling atmosphere permeated the forest.

A strange figure stood silently in the forest clearing. He was dressed in a black robe, with long black hair hanging down, and a large katana at his waist. Most striking of all was the tiger-striped mask on his face—completely obscuring his features.

“So,” a cold voice suddenly came from behind, “what is your purpose in coming here now?”

The tiger-striped mask slowly turned, looking towards the source of the sound.

A few meters away, in the shadow of a tree, a man wearing a fox mask appeared out of nowhere.

【Jin】The leader of the organization, with a swirling, muscular face.

"【Jin】... This should be our first meeting." Obito's Sharingan darted slightly behind the holes in the mask. "Judging from your words, you don't seem to be a stranger to me."

“Well, I know far more than you think.” He took a step forward. “But I never expected you to have the nerve to come back here.”

"Because of the Nine-Tailed Fox's rampage, you are the one who personally pushed your clan into hell."

Obito remained silent for a moment, his Sharingan beneath the mask fixed on Menma. He could clearly sense the undisguised hostility in the other's words—not ordinary vigilance or wariness, but genuine disgust and anger.

“It seems…” Obito began slowly, “that you do know quite a lot.”

Menma watched Obito intently. His shadow clones had been lying in wait in this forest for a whole day, and finally managed to intercept this elusive guy.

Obito warily observed this unexpected variable before him. The leader of the [Jin] organization—this mysterious and powerful figure who suddenly rose to prominence in the ninja world, possessing terrifying strength capable of taking on a major ninja village single-handedly, yet claiming to be a troublesome figure who wanted to create peace.

"The Nine-Tails' rampage? That was definitely my doing." His gaze swept over the Flying Thunder God kunai that Menma was playing with, a sense of unease creeping into his heart—he hadn't expected that since his teacher's death, someone in the ninja world would still be able to master this troublesome ninjutsu.

“But my goals don’t conflict with your ideals,” Obito continued, “both are for lasting peace.”

"You seem to hate me? While you may try to maintain peace through military force, your methods are utterly naive."

There was a clear sarcasm in those words. Obito knew very well that, unlike himself, this person hadn't killed a single person during the attack on Konoha—such womanly compassion seemed utterly laughable to him.

“I don’t want to be your enemy right now.” Obito’s body began to gradually fade into nothingness, ripples of spatial distortion spreading around him. “Perhaps in the future, your naive heart will have matured somewhat.”

Menma did not intervene because Obito was determined to avoid battle, and with the current methods available, they were unable to break through the space-time ninjutsu of those Mangekyou Sharingan.

This is all we can do for now...

Menma watched as Obito's figure completely disappeared into the distorted space. At least on the night of the massacre... he had to keep this guy out of it.

The forest returned to silence, and Mianma's figure gradually faded away, eventually dissipating into a wisp of smoke.

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On the way to the Uchiha clan's territory, Naruto was wearing a dark red scarf that was obviously too big around his neck. After leaving the bustling area of ​​Konoha, Satsuki insisted that he wear the scarf, saying things like, "What if you catch a cold?" and "People will blame me for not taking good care of you."

Now, Naruto looked at Satsuki beside him and couldn't help but sigh.

"Satsuki...aren't you cold wearing that?"

Satsuki was hugging her arms, her body trembling slightly—she was wearing a summer short-sleeved shirt and shorts today, her fair arms and calves exposed to the increasingly cool autumn wind. But what left Naruto speechless was that her acting was so fake; she not only deliberately trembled exaggeratedly, but also kept glancing at the scarf around her neck.

"Cold?" Zuo Yue immediately straightened her back. "Don't talk nonsense! As a genius of the Uchiha clan, how could I be cold at this level?"

That's true—given Satsuki's physical condition, she certainly wouldn't be freezing in this kind of weather.

"Then I'll lend you my scarf..."

"Huh?!" Satsuki turned her head sharply. "How can this be! How can you keep the gift you gave away for yourself... Achoo!"

A sneeze so fake it couldn't be more fake.

After sneezing, she secretly glanced at Naruto, her obsidian-like eyes sparkling with anticipation.

This is way too obvious!

Naruto watched as Satsuki moved even closer to him. "But the wind is definitely a bit strong..."

"...Should we share one?" Naruto finally got straight to the point. "I think this large scarf would be perfect for two people."

Finally hearing these words, Satsuki suppressed the urge to smile and tried to keep her voice calm. "Is that so?...Alright!" She sighed deliberately, "But this is the only way for both of us to stay warm. It's just the way things are."

Although in Satsuki's eyes he had perfectly put on a "helpless" look, Naruto saw it as nothing more than smugness.

In the end, just like in the anime, the two of them wrapped the deep red scarf around their necks. Satsuki couldn't help but blush, but she quietly leaned closer to Naruto.

"Let's leave it like this... it'll be less likely to fall apart this way..."

She turned her face away, but a satisfied smile appeared on her lips, like a cat that had finally gotten its beloved toy.

But Naruto was far from relaxed.

His gaze passed over Zuo Yue's head, landing on the Uchiha clan's territory in the distance, where lights were gradually illuminating the area. In a few hours, the most terrible thing would happen there—bloodshed, betrayal, and endless darkness.

We must save Satsuki's parents...

Naruto made a silent vow in his heart. He would never let Satsuki end up like in the original story, losing everything and only having the obsession with revenge left behind.

As the evening breeze blew by, Satsuki moved closer to him, completely unaware of the seriousness that flashed in Naruto's eyes.

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Chapter 79 Accomplice

In the woods surrounding the Uchiha clan's territory, two figures stood silently in the shadows where the moonlight could not reach.

One of them wore a distinctive fox mask, his robes fluttering slightly in the wind—it was Menma, the leader of the [Ember] organization.

Standing beside him was a man completely wrapped in a black cloak, also wearing a fox mask, but his right eye was noticeably sunken behind the mask, making him look particularly out of place.

Beneath the mask, Shisui's left eye darted nervously, glancing occasionally at Menma beside him, his gaze a mixture of awe and wariness.

What methods did this man use...?

His left eye—the eye that should have lost its sight forever—could now clearly see every leaf under the moonlight. But Shisui knew perfectly well that this was not his original Mangekyou Sharingan, but just an ordinary eye with no special abilities.

This is Menma's newly acquired ability, the ability of the Gold Experience, which allows him to create life. However, Menma has only restored Shisui's left eye; his right eye remains empty. But tonight, this empty eye will be of great use.

Recalling the scene of the "treatment," Shisui still felt a chill. At that time, having lost his sight, he only felt a strange energy flowing through his body, followed by...

pain.

No, it couldn't even be described as "pain." In that instant, he felt as if he were experiencing "death" itself—his body was utterly shattered.

But just as the pain was about to erupt, everything returned to normal. When his vision returned, he saw Menma putting a glass jar into his sleeve. Inside the jar were wriggling black worms, the very poisonous insects that the Aburame clan had implanted in his body.

That kind of medical treatment...

Shisui's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Even the legendary Sannin, Tsunade, probably couldn't pulverize and reassemble a human body in an instant, could she?

After a while, a figure appeared silently in the forest.

The ANBU uniform, the long black hair, and those deep, unfathomable eyes—Uchiha Itachi. Her gaze instantly locked onto the two people standing in the forest.

"...The [Jin] organization?" Itachi's voice was low and cold. "What is your purpose here?"

Menma tilted his head slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth beneath the fox mask. "If I were to appear in a village..."

"If there's nothing inside that interests me, then there's only one objective. Can I interpret this as a war?"

Before he finished speaking, Itachi's eyes changed—his crimson Sharingan instantly spun, the tomoe twisted and rearranged, and finally turned into a complex pattern, slowly rotating like a shuriken.

Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Itachi...you've awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan?!" Shisui's emotions were a mixture of shock and joy. He had been worried about whether Itachi's strength was enough to bear the darkness alone, but now, that worry could finally be put aside.

However, the next second, a complex emotion welled up in his heart—he knew what the price of the Mangekyou Sharingan was.

"I advise you not to act rashly." Menma's tone remained calm, and in that instant—

“Swish! Swish! Swish—!”

Nine dark figures suddenly appeared all around, swirling around like ghosts. They were in various postures, some crouching on tree branches, some standing on the ground, and some hovering in mid-air.

Nine-faced beast.

This is a warning. If Itachi dares to make a move rashly, these guys will definitely not stand idly by.

Itachi's Mangekyou Sharingan flickered slightly before slowly fading back to its normal three-tomoe form. She knew these guys' strength very well—they had once held back the entire Hidden Leaf Village's Anbu, including even the Third Hokage.

“No, you misunderstand,” Itachi said again. “What I need to do now is to completely stop this civil war.”

Her gaze was fixed on Menma. "—【Jin】, since your goal is to end the war, then I need you to do something for me."

How to completely stop the civil war?

Shisui was completely baffled. Now? At a time like this? What method had Itachi come up with?

Menma was silent for a moment. He knew Itachi's intentions perfectly well—Obito had already been driven away by him, and now Itachi's gaze had turned to him.

"In order to end the civil war completely, and... all the signs of it."

"I will annihilate the entire Uchiha clan."

Her tone remained unwavering. "There are some troublesome guys who need your help. As payment, you can take the dead man's eyes as you please."

...What? Shisui's thoughts froze for a moment. Itachi...what did she just say?