[Senju Tobirama: Even though you're young, you're quite good-looking]
[Uchiha Izuna: Kids these days are really maturing early]
[Senju Hashirama: But Makoto is indeed quite handsome! If a young girl takes a liking to him, isn't that normal? After all, his looks are only slightly inferior to mine!]
[Uzumaki Mito: Hashirama, can you have a little self-awareness?]
[Senju Hashirama: Mito, are you saying I'm not handsome?]
[Uzumaki Mito: Handsome, handsome, you're the most handsome, alright?]
[Senju Hashirama: Hehe, I know that already]
[Uchiha Madara: Hashirama, I, Madara, would like to call you the most shameless!]
...…
Makoto raised an eyebrow when he saw Uchiha Madara's words, similar to the phrase he said to Might Guy during the Fourth Great Ninja War.
[Senju Tobirama: But I must say, Makoto, you act really fast. At such a young age, you're already making preparations to find a wife!]
[Makoto Ito: It's obviously Uncle Hizashi meddling in other people's business. The two of us clearly like each other. Does he really have to tear us apart? Do you think I'd agree to that?
Besides, when it comes to finding a wife, I've always believed that there are those who act fast and those who act slow—don't you guys understand?]
[Uchiha Madara: Good grief, when it comes to finding a wife, I, Uchiha Madara, would like to call you the strongest!!]
[Makoto Ito: Thank you for the compliment!]
[Uchiha Madara: You shameless kid, I have no doubt that even without this ghostly chat group, you'd still have a thriving future ahead of you]
[Honestly, I can't even blame him for being mad at you. After all, That hinata girl is his niece]
[Makoto Ito: Well, have you guys never considered the possibility… that she was the one who got a crush on me? ]
[Uchiha Madara: ...…]
[Senju Tobirama: ...…]
[Uchiha Izuna: ....…]
[Senju Hashirama: Makoto is so handsome, isn't it normal? Just like me, Mito once pursued me too]
[Senju Tobirama: Brother, can you please show some restraint?]
[Uzumaki Mito: Shut up, you idiot!]
[Uchiha Madara: Hashirama, you are still as shameless as ever!]
[Uchiha Izuna: Truly shameless!]
Ignoring Hashirama's messages, Makoto continued.
[Makoto Ito: Besides, having a partner in the ninja school is a long-standing Konoha tradition.
There was once a legendary ninja named Namikaze Minato. He was the most sought-after figure in the academy, and in the end, he went on to become the Fourth Hokage of Konoha!]
[Senju Tobirama: So, you're saying that he became the Fourth Hokage because he had a puppy love in school?]
[Makoto Ito: That's what I believe!]
[Senju Hashirama: Maybe there's actually some truth to that…]
[Senju Tobirama: That's enough, brother. Just stop. Don't embarrass yourself any further, okay?]
While everyone was busy discussing about Minato and Kushina, the couple themselves weren't paying attention to any of it. Their eyes were fixed on the shared vision, where they had finally spotted the figure they had been thinking about—Naruto.
In the classroom, the young blonde boy couldn't sit still for even a moment.
He kept looking around, chatting with Nara Shikamaru one moment and teasing Inuzuka Kiba the next. From time to time, he would make exaggerated gestures and burst into strange laughter, desperately trying to draw attention to himself.
[Namikaze Minato: This… Is this our Naruto? Has he grown this much in all these years? And that golden hair! it's exactly the same as mine]
[Uzumaki Kushina: Yes, Minato! Naruto has grown so much But the most important thing is that he seems really happy and has good friends around him too.
That pineapple-head boy looks like someone from the Nara clan and the one on the other side seems to be from the Inuzuka clan]
[Namikaze Minato: It looks like Third Hokage has been taking good care of Naruto!]
Upon seeing the conversation between the two, Makoto's lips twitched.
Did these two really hear what they just said?
Happy? Surrounded by good friends? The Third Hokage taking good care of him?
Do any of those things actually apply to Naruto? Not a single one of them, right?
But looking at Naruto at this moment, he did seem genuinely happy… No wonder they misunderstood.
Minato and Kushina still didn't know the reality of Naruto's life. Naruto had very few friends in the entirety of Konoha.
Shikamaru, Kiba, Chōji, and himself.
The original Makoto had also been an orphan and shared a similar experience with Naruto. Both had lost their parents at a young age. That was why he had never harbored any resentment toward Naruto and had even often played with him.
[Uchiha Madara: This brat… If my senses are correct, is that the chakra of the Nine Tails?]
[Senju Hashirama: Yes, I can sense it too.
There's no doubt about it!
That's the Nine Tails' presence. So he's this generation's Nine Tails Jinchūriki?]
[Senju Tobirama: Fourth, you are really ruthless! You turned your own son into a Jinchūriki?]
[Namikaze Minato: Naruto is my son and this is the responsibility he was born to bear. It's just that the two of us… sigh...]
Reading Minato's words, Makoto scoffed internally. 'What a fool'
Minato had undoubtedly been an exceptional Hokage. He had even given up his life for the sake of this village.
But was Konoha truly worth such devotion?
It was difficult for Makoto to imagine what would happen if Minato found out about the kind of life Naruto had been forced to endure all these years.
Would he still remain the same, or would he succumb to the darkness?
After all, if a person loved something deeply enough, then betrayal would only fuel an equally intense hatred.
However, at this moment, Minato and Kushina were simply overjoyed to see Naruto again.
Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of the classroom, a young boy dressed in blue sat in silence. A fan-shaped clan emblem was emblazoned on his back. His chin rested on his hands, his expression cold.
[Uchiha Mikoto: Sasuke! That's Sasuke! Fugaku, do you see him? That's our son]
[Uchiha Fugaku: ....I see him too!]
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