Konoha's Immortal Disciple

Chapter 19 Naruto's Rebellion

"It's that kid. The kid walking with him next to him is said to be an outsider. Maybe there's something wrong with him."

Every time Naruto walks on the street, he will inevitably be pointed at like this. Although Naruto has long been familiar with such scenes, it does not mean that he is used to it.

He lowered his head, his heart hurt like a knife. As a naturally cheerful child, it was hard for him to understand why he had to bear such criticism when he was born.

"These women are really real. They are talking behind their backs, but they can hear every word clearly."

Hoshino Shuhun doesn't care about other people's evaluations. He has lived for more than 20 years, and he is already a very stable and mature person.

He has his own philosophy to avoid outside interference.

But Naruto is different. His only childhood was spent in torment, and no one has told him how to face it yet.

Hoshino tree did not know how to guide Naruto.

Because he asked himself, his heart is not as strong as Naruto.

"Naruto, let's eat ramen together, my treat."

Hoshino tree can only use other things to divert Naruto's attention.

Naruto nodded blankly, his attention elsewhere.

"Ah, this time he seems to be more concerned than usual. Before, he would happily answer me."

But to be honest, Hoshino Shu was not very worried.

"Because you are Naruto, the son of prophecy." Looking at the stacked ramen bowls, spending the money given by him, Hoshino tree didn't feel bad at all.

"You don't have a good appetite today, you only ate three bowls."

"Hi... ah, because it's your treat, I don't dare to eat more." Naruto smiled embarrassedly.

"It's okay, it's not my money anyway."

Hoshino Shu was surprised to find that every month when Intimate Paradise releases a new book, there will be an extra sum of money in his account. He thinks that Zilai also paid part of the manuscript fee to this account.

Afterwards, Naruto said that he wanted to go to the river alone for a while, and Hoshino Shu went to the training ground to practice shuriken.

Naruto put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head, and walked forward while kicking the stones at his feet.

He was lost, and for some reason, today he was more lost than ever.

All the unhappy things are repeated in my mind.

He thought of the villagers isolating him and not allowing their children to play with him; he thought that every time they came home from school, almost all the children would hold their parents' hands and happily ask what they would eat back today.

But he just lives alone, and the tree with which he has the best relationship is also an orphan.

Thinking that he is the tail of the crane in the class, the teachers are reluctant to talk to him, only Teacher Iruka always cares about him, but always reprimands him.

The more Naruto thought about it, the more depressed he became, and he kicked the stone under his feet into the river. The stone was free, but he still had nowhere to vent his emotions.

"Yo, Naruto, why are you alone?"

A group of masked people walked towards Naruto. Judging from their colorfully dyed hair and fancy clothes, they were a group of unscrupulous teenagers wandering the streets all day.

The leader took off his mask, revealing an arrogant and cynical face. He wore earrings in both ears, and had a tattoo on his right cheek. Judging from his appearance alone, he seemed to be a man not to be trifled with.

"The villagers don't like you. When they saw you, they hid more than ten meters away, saying that you were a disaster. You couldn't bear this, so you hid here alone?"

The provocative and mocking words of the delinquent boy instantly ignited Naruto's anger, and he shouted angrily, "So what!"

The bad boy laughed twice, waved his hands, and said, "Don't get angry, I'm not here to find trouble, I mean to say."

"My name is Sakata, and I am their head." Sakata first introduced himself.

"You can tell we're a bunch of delinquents, that is, guys who aren't very well liked—like you, the kind who get hated just by walking down the street."

Sakata's coaxing words aroused the hostility that Naruto had suppressed in his heart for a long time.

He deliberately used a frivolous and seemingly indifferent tone to narrate, in order to inadvertently remind Naruto of some not very good pictures.

"Actually, we also want to be better, but hey, they just don't give me a chance, such as Kotaro." Sakata hooked the shoulder of the person next to him.

"Every time he returns home, he will be beaten up by his father. No matter what the reason is, whether the behavior is right or not, it's just beating and scolding."

"Right, Kotaro Kotaro." Sakata looked at the guy next to him wearing a ghost mask.

Kotaro nodded silently.

Sakata's words progressed layer by layer, which was quite confusing, and Naruto, who was young and simple in character, was eaten to death.

"Actually, we are all such a group of people who are hated by everyone and helpless, but one cannot live without friends." Sakata walked up to Naruto.

"Our group of trash came together for this reason." Sakata put his hand on Naruto's shoulder.

"How about it, Naruto, do you want to consider joining us?" Sakata showed a hypocritical smile.

Naruto's natural perception can detect some unfriendly aura on Sakata, but at this time, his brain is covered by negative emotions, and he has lost his basic judgment.

When Naruto hesitated, Sakata continued to "persuade" Naruto:

"Although we are all useless people, we are very loyal and will not look down on each other just because of some boring reasons, such as life experience or something."

Sakata's targeted words touched Naruto's thoughts deep in his heart. His eyes flickered, and he felt less repulsive when he saw this group of people in weird and fancy clothes.

"My friend, if you don't pay attention to your background, you won't look down on anyone..." Naruto's psychological defense has gradually weakened.

"Come on, let's play together tonight." Sakata put his arms around Naruto's shoulders.

Although Sakata had an obvious smell that disgusted Naruto, Naruto did not resist, and followed Sakata's footsteps and walked into the group of bad boys.

……

It was already late at night, Hoshino Shu looked at the dark night outside, the environment had already calmed down, he leaned on the railing of the balcony outside the house, and looked at the house directly opposite.

"Why hasn't Naruto come back yet?" Hoshino Shu began to worry.

But he didn't know where to look for it.

"Wait another half an hour. If Naruto hasn't come back, maybe I should go to Teacher Iruka to help find it together. Isn't Naruto so worry-free now?"

After a while, with the faint light, Hoshino Shu saw a familiar figure appear on the opposite balcony, and Naruto walked to his door.

"Ahaha, hey, why do I have eight fingers on my left hand?" Naruto said in a daze while pushing the door.

"Why is Naruto walking crookedly, walking unsteadily, and talking nonsense, it looks like..." Hoshino Shu thought for a while.

"Drinking!" Hoshino Shu, who came up with this idea, was suddenly a little annoyed, and wanted to rush over to ask Naruto.

But he suddenly thought: "Although Naruto is a mischievous child, he has always been far away from smoking and drinking habits. I am afraid that there is only one possibility for him to suddenly become infected."

"He should have been instigated by someone."

Hoshino Shu decided not to talk to the drunken Naruto, and wait until the next day to understand everything.

(End of this chapter)