RNP Chapter 397 The Beginning of a New Era
Chapter 397 The Beginning of a New Era
The fireworks display was coming to an end.
Just when everyone thought the magnificent performance was about to end, the night sky returned to a deep, inky blue.
But this time, there was no Senju, no Uchiha, and no silhouette of the Hokage.
A huge firework bursting with seven-colored light suddenly shot into the sky from the ground.
It was incredibly fast, leaving a long trail of flame as it hurtled straight toward the very top of the night sky.
"Is it over yet?"
Kushina asked in confusion, gripping Minato Namikaze's hand tightly.
"I don't know, this is different from the fireworks before!"
Minato also felt a sense of curiosity. He felt the warmth from Kushina's palm and fixed his gaze on the beam of light that shot straight into the sky.
The beam of seven-colored light exploded with a bang at the highest point!
It did not form any complex patterns, nor did it outline any family crest.
It's just, just...
Against the dark night sky, it formed a huge, pure, and incomparably radiant smile!
The smiling face was woven from the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. Every ray of light carried a warm temperature, and every arc was filled with the purest joy.
It was so big and so bright that it instantly illuminated the entire Hidden Leaf Village.
All the houses, all the streets, and all the villagers present were enveloped by this sudden, childlike, and healing smile.
"Wow--!"
After a brief silence, an unprecedented roar of exclamations and laughter, more enthusiastic and genuine than any cheers before, erupted in every corner of Konoha.
The children jumped and skipped joyfully, while the adults laughed heartily. Some elderly people were even moved to tears, reaching out their hands as if they wanted to touch the purest joy in the night sky.
This idea, unintentionally inspired by Obito Uchiha, now illuminates the entire Hidden Leaf Village and the faces of every villager in the most direct and pure way.
At this moment, those souls weary from life were healed by this giant smiling face.
"This is the fireworks of the Uchiha clan."
Fugaku Uchiha spoke again, holding Mikoto's hand. His voice was no longer just filled with pride, but rather with a sense of near-satisfaction.
Mikoto leaned on his shoulder and responded softly, tears silently streaming down her cheeks.
Obito was being held high in Yoru and Yoru's arms. He pointed at the smiling face in the sky, his little mouth wide open, and shouted excitedly.
"Look, Okasan! It's a smiley face!"
Standing at the window of the Hokage's office, Hiruzen Sarutobi watched the crowd below gradually disperse, their faces beaming with happiness, and felt the warmth welling up from the bottom of his heart.
The inner workings of the corporate slave were satisfied like never before.
"This kind of Konoha deserves to be protected for a much longer time."
Hiruzen Sarutobi spoke softly, as if making a promise to himself, or as if announcing to the myriad lights outside the window.
He picked up his pen and wrote the title of Chapter One of the New Chronicles: After the Battle of Konoha and the Land of Whirlpools.
The pen tip scratches on the scroll, deeply imprinting ink onto the paper.
"....."
Hiruzen Sarutobi put down his pen. He didn't immediately put away the scroll, but just quietly looked at the line of words he had just written. He could almost hear the children's laughter fading away outside the window. In the air, there was also a faint smell of gunpowder and the lingering aroma of roasted meat, all intertwining to create a happy and peaceful picture.
He knew this was just the beginning.
A brand new era, belonging to Konoha and to him, is slowly unfolding.
I looked up and gazed out the window again. The crescent moon hung in the night sky, emitting a cool, clear light that echoed the warm lights of the village.
"Tomorrow will be another beautiful day."
Hiruzen Sarutobi murmured, his body slightly relaxing, but he had no intention of leaving the office.
He still has a lot of work to do and a lot of future planning to do.
Pull open the drawer and take out another rolled-up scroll.
The scroll was densely covered with records of Konoha Village's various construction plans for the coming year.
Hiruzen Sarutobi sat in the chair, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip of the now-cold tea.
The tea was somewhat bitter, but had a lingering aftertaste.
He focused his gaze on the scroll, then picked up a vermilion pen and solemnly drew a red circle next to a certain item.
A grander, more complex plan quietly emerged in Hiruzen Sarutobi's mind.
Beneath the crescent moon, a pair of eyes silently watch over the entire Leaf Village.
"tomorrow……"
Madara Uchiha's figure on the Hokage Rock was like a sculpture that blended into the night.
His voice drifted away on the wind, carrying a slight curve.
"Tomorrow, I should find that idiot Hashirama and settle the score for standing me up a few days ago."
Ban's voice disappeared into the night, leaving only the wind echoing softly in the mountains.
As night deepened, most of the lights in the village were turned off, but the light in the Hokage's office remained on.
Hiruzen Sarutobi lowered his head, diligently writing and drawing on the scroll. Every now and then, he would sigh softly, then quickly rouse himself.
That heavy scroll carries a Hokage's deepest promise and hope for the village and for the future.
Outside the window, the wind and snow had stopped, and the stars twinkled in the night sky, as if silently blessing this vibrant and lively Konoha Village.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the village, inside a brightly lit Uchiha mansion, Fugaku Uchiha was holding Mikoto Uchiha's hand. He lowered his head and gently placed a kiss on Mikoto's forehead.
"Fugaku..."
Mikoto's cheeks instantly turned red to her ears.
Fugaku didn't say anything, but simply held her hand even tighter.
His hands were warm and firm.
The two exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.
Fugaku took Mikoto's hand, and the two walked towards the courtyard.
"Would you like to... go for a walk?" Mikoto asked softly.
Fugaku nodded.
"Alright."
The two stepped out of their house, the streetlights casting long shadows of them.
The night after the snow was exceptionally quiet, with the fresh scent of earth and a faint aroma of charcoal filling the air.
Fugaku's hand was around Mikoto's waist.
Neither of them spoke; they simply enjoyed the tranquility and beauty of the moment in peace.
Not far ahead of them was Uchiha Yogen's house.
There, the lights were on.
Faintly, one could hear the cheerful laughter of children coming from inside.
It's Uchiha Obito.
Fugaku quickened his pace slightly.
A gentle smile appeared on Mikoto's face.
The night was deep, but the entire Konoha seemed to be enveloped in a soft light.
That light originates from the deepest desire and protection of peace and happiness in the hearts of every Konoha resident.