RNP Chapter 108 Birthday
Chapter 108 Birthday
Suddenly losing his balance, Uchiha Gen was startled. He turned around and regained his balance, landing safely on the ground. However, after regaining his senses, he felt a pain in his buttocks, and his brow twitched slightly.
On another note, if I were to kick him back in this world, I probably wouldn't get struck by lightning, right?
After thinking about it, I finally gave up on the question, "Where should I go back to?"
He thought he would get a scolding for this question, but upon hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly fell silent. "Whatever..." he said, and started walking back, but his steps were very slow, as if he was waiting for Uchiha Gen to catch up.
When Uchiha Gen saw this, his expression fell. This was troublesome. He would rather be scolded than deal with this. It was obvious that there was a story behind this, but he had no idea what had happened.
They remained silent until he washed the black paint off his hair. Uchiha Gen observed the surrounding furnishings and made some seemingly insignificant conversations, which gave him a general understanding of the family's basic situation. First, his parents had passed away, and the cause of death was supporting Konoha in a certain war.
His adoptive father, on the other hand, raised him single-handedly, so it's not wrong for him to call him "Dad."
After finishing packing, Uchiha Gen opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said, "...Should I go now?"
After saying that, Uchiha Gen frowned slightly, but then he saw something being thrown at him. However, he realized it wasn't a hidden weapon, so he didn't dodge.
Somewhat puzzled, I accepted it and realized it was a bento box. Upon opening it, I found a box full of steaming meatballs. The meatballs were fried to a light golden brown and sprinkled with scallions. The aroma immediately filled my nostrils as soon as I opened it.
"Hurry up and take this to eat before you get back to work!" The middle-aged man muttered as he washed his hands in the kitchen. This was the first time he had made these meatballs, and he didn't know if they would taste good—humph! Who cares if he likes them or not, if they don't taste good, then he shouldn't eat them!
"Thanks……"
However, the uncle did not respond to these words.
Only after hearing the door close did the middle-aged man mutter to himself, seemingly in a good mood, "You brat, you even know how to say thank you..." If it weren't for the fact that it was his 20th birthday, just for dyeing his hair, he would have been lucky not to give him a beating!
On his way to his destination, Uchiha Gen picked up a dumpling, took a bite, and immediately felt the fresh and delicious juice spread in his mouth. He squinted slightly, feeling as if he were still alive in this memory.
For a fleeting moment, Gen Uchiha wondered if he should be grateful that he possessed the Sharingan, because if the Sharingan was still there, it meant that everything around him was fake.
Just as Uchiha Gen was somewhat lost in thought, a short-haired girl with similar red hair suddenly ran over, grabbed his arm, and her eyes seemed to sparkle. "Hey bro, can I have a meatball?"
"??no."
"Lingchuan~ For the sake of our years of friendship."
"……Who are you?"
The short-haired girl froze upon hearing this, then immediately began to fake cry, "Waaaaah, you're pretending not to know me, all for a meatball..."
"……"silence.
"Waaaaah~" Still faking her tears.
He was about to leave with a blank expression when the short-haired girl followed him and continued to fake cry.
"..."
Noticing that passersby seemed to be looking over, Uchiha Gen took a deep breath, handed the lunchbox to her, and said seriously, "You can only take one."
"Ugh, I thought you were really going to completely ignore me this time." The short-haired girl seemed to have known about his possessive nature, and after taking a bite of a meatball, she immediately became happy. She then looked like she was rummaging through her handbag next to her.
"Here, don't say I didn't give you a present! This is for you. It's a little cake I made myself. Although... it might... perhaps... be a little burnt, I tasted it, and it really tasted pretty good. Happy 20th birthday!"
Twentieth birthday? Uchiha Gen watched as the short-haired girl waved goodbye to him without saying much, as if she knew he had something to do.
His eyes flickered with light, as if he were thinking about something—in reality, the Uzumaki clan had been wiped out…
"..."