Naruto: Freeloading is Great! [17]

Nii-chan Jr. was a very busy person.

Although Hoshino had always wanted to wring a professional, proper training plan out of Sasuke, he had never gotten the chance.

The first time they met, they weren’t that familiar yet.

The second time, Naruto confessed to him, and the whole scene collapsed into chaos.

The third time, Sasuke bolted from the temple fair and disappeared without a trace—no matter how they looked, they couldn’t find him.

It had already been five days since Hoshino and Naruto exchanged assists. In those five days, neither of them had seen Sasuke again. What on earth was a five-year-old second son of the Uchiha clan so busy with?

During those five days, Naruto—the ungrateful little brat—seemed to have taken offense at Hoshino, ignoring him whenever he felt like it.

At this very moment, Naruto was pouting like a little bitch, kicking and punching in their cramped house.

“You really think this training method, even lamer than plain running, has any meaning?”

Lying sideways on the bed, Hoshino propped his chin lazily with one hand, watching Naruto sweat buckets. The kid was already exhausted like a dead dog, yet still refused to rest.

Just as Hoshino was sighing over how hopeless this brat was, Naruto suddenly formed a hand sign—

“[Bunshin no Jutsu]!”

Puff, puff—!

White smoke rose. At Naruto’s feet appeared two mini, chibi versions of himself—barely the size of Hoshino’s fists.

Thud!

That sound wasn’t from Naruto. It was Hoshino falling off the bed.

Never had he expected it—Naruto’s lame training routine was this savage. Instant results! He had actually popped out chakra. Was this kid defying heaven’s will!?

“Ah—! Hoshino, you crushed my two clones! Murderer, devil…!”

Murder your sister. Those pathetic little clones counted as people?

While Hoshino was left speechless, Naruto ran to the door in a panic, hand trembling on the knob, torn between going out or not.

“If… if I report Hoshino to the Police Force for murder, then once they catch him, they’ll execute him, right…? But if I know and don’t report, uuuh~ then I’ll be betraying my conscience…! Hoshino, wh-what do I do? Should I report you, or help cover up your crime…?”

Hoshino, unwilling to waste words correcting this idiot’s brain circuits, just said flatly:

“Too lazy to argue. Go report me. When you see the Uchiha in charge of the Police Force, remember to tell them I killed two of you~”

“Hoshino…! Y-you’re so noble! Don’t worry, every year from now on I’ll place flowers at your grave on time. Uuu… Hoshino, farewell forever—!!”

Leaving those tragic words, Naruto wailed and bolted outside.

Whether or not that idiot ever realized Hoshino hadn’t actually killed anyone, the shaken Hoshino skeptically walked over to where Naruto had been practicing kicks and punches, imitating him to start training his own body.

…

One minute later.

“Hoshino, what are you doing? You look so dumb~”

“Dumb, my ass! I’m imitating you! You got no right to—wait. Nii-chan Jr.?”

He thought Naruto had come running back to his senses, but when he turned his head, it was Sasuke.

“Don’t call me that awful nickname, Nii-chan Jr.!”

“Oh, I’ll try not to from now on—”

“Not ‘try’! I demand you never call me that!!”

As the saying goes, first meeting is awkward, second meeting is familiar. After shouting, Sasuke casually stepped inside, shut the door, and found a seat like he owned the place.

Before Hoshino could speak, Sasuke asked first:

“When I was downstairs, I saw Naruto. She was crying and yelling ‘Hoshino killed me twice!’ while sprinting toward the Police Force. Did… something happen between you two?”

“…Something happened, yeah. But don’t worry about it. That brat’s an idiot, you know that. He’ll come running back soon enough.”

After answering Sasuke’s question, Hoshino went straight to his real interest:

“So, Nii-chan Jr., what’ve you been busy with lately?”

“…That I can’t say. Sorry!”

“Can’t say? That’s fine, no need to apologize. I was just being polite anyway. What I really want to ask is—Nii-chan Jr., when you’re at home, how do you arrange each day? I really want to know!”

Sasuke almost exploded. One “Nii-chan Jr.” after another, plus admitting he’d just been “being polite”—she was ready to chew him out.

But then came the second half: that Hoshino wanted to “understand him better.” Face flushing, Sasuke ducked her head.

So Naruto was right. He really does like me…

“D-do you… really want to know that much…?”

For Hoshino, desperate to learn the Uchiha household’s training methods, this question was practically nonsense. He blurted the answer without thinking:

“Of course! You don’t even know. Lately my head’s been full of you. What you eat for each meal, how heavy your clothes are, what kind of expensive herbs you use for your baths—I want to know everything! Absolutely everything!”

“E-everything—!? Th-that serious…?”

“Yes! That serious! Honestly, ever since I first met you, I’ve had this thought. And after being provoked by Naruto’s (bunshin) just now, I can’t hold back anymore!”

At this bold declaration of love, Sasuke nearly buried her face between her knees, voice dropping to a mosquito’s buzz.

“I… I see. Though… though telling you all my daily details feels really… A-anyway, since you want to know so badly, it’s not… not impossible to tell you…”

“Really!? Aha~! Nii-chan Jr., I think I’m about to love you to death!”

Overcome with excitement, Hoshino threw his arms around Sasuke. For a moment, he glimpsed what looked like a broad road leading straight to becoming “God of Shinobi.”

Sasuke’s emotions swung even harder. To be confessed to so directly, shouted with “I love you”—she nearly fainted on the spot.

Blinding…! Hoshino’s love is too blinding. This false male identity I wear weighs me down with crushing guilt…

Conflicted to the core, Sasuke still knew now wasn’t the time. Her body stiff from being embraced by the opposite sex, she shoved Hoshino away hard.

“Uh… uhm… I get it now. S-so could you… keep a little distance? You’re making me… r-really embarrassed…”

Being pushed off didn’t bother Hoshino. After all, Sasuke had been confessed to before—by Gaylord Naruto. It was natural he’d suspect Hoshino of being the same type, and feel some resistance.

But such trivial matters didn’t matter. What mattered was the Uchiha clan’s systematic training of young children. That knowledge was precious.

“Alright, I’ll keep my distance… So, could you tell me quick!?”

“I can, but… b-but… you have to promise me. After I tell you all the daily details I can… you have to… you have to let me see… the thing between your legs… the thing that can’t be described…”

“Uh, no probl—… Ha—!!??”

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T/N: HA?????? SASUKECHAN IS A PERVERT TOO???

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