[Comprehensive] The Uchiha family’s meal today

In a sense, fighting can be considered a very ambiguous thing.

Physical contact, the intertwining of breaths, observing each other's every move and then responding, the desire for victory and suppression...

A punch flew over, and the heel of his palm rubbed the side of Naruto's face, causing a strong wind.

Sasuke did not use his favorite sword, and Naruto was also bare-handed. They both took off their coats, wearing only simple clothes, and fought against each other in the martial arts field.

Haihara Xiong stood outside the field, staring at it in a daze.

Xia Youjie patted his shoulder in a funny way, and Fuheishier snorted - having fought these two brats countless times, he naturally understood their strength.

After narrowly avoiding Naruto's punch directly under his face, Sasuke let out a shallow breath and squatted down with his right leg to do a horizontal slash, but Naruto dodged the blow as if he had a telepathic connection.

……Familiarity.

With a strange feeling, Sasuke raised his hand to block. The strength and speed coming from his arm were so familiar, as if he had received such attacks countless times.

The next blow...will be to the waist! Before Naruto could make a move, Sasuke thought of this as if he had foreseen it, and nimbly dodged to the other side and reached out to strike, but was blocked by Naruto again.

It was almost like dancing, Xia Youjie thought inappropriately as he stood outside the venue.

Rather than fierce fighting, these two are quite familiar with each other's movements. They seem to know exactly what to do next and where they will attack. There is a special tacit understanding in every move. This would not be possible without many years of fighting experience. situation.

Sasuke in the field knew this better than Xia Youjie. The blood was boiling in his veins. He felt that his hands were slightly hot. The long-lost joy of meeting his opponent made Sasuke particularly excited.

This was by no means the first time that Sasuke thought so between battles, in the flash of lightning.

I and Naruto have definitely had many battles like this, sometimes with fists and kicks, sometimes with swords, sometimes with chakra. The only thing that remains unchanged is the two people fighting, and the hope that they can make each other better through fighting. The feeling of knowing your own mind.

No wonder Naruto wanted to fight him. Sasuke slightly raised the corners of his lips. He did feel extremely familiar - this kind of passion, this kind of blood, this kind of disregard for one's own safety.

After another block, Sasuke stopped Naruto's hand. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he keenly felt some heat on the side of his face.

That was Naruto's breath. The blond young man has a pair of focused and direct blue eyes, and his breath is slightly disturbed after exercise. The way he stares at him is completely different from usual, with an aggressiveness that cannot be resisted.

Sasuke's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. He took the initiative to let go of Naruto, turned his head unnaturally, and said, "That's it."

Naruto was also panting. He nodded and relaxed his body. He took a big breath and asked Sasuke with a smile: "Did you remember anything?"

Sasuke raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, shook his head, and nodded again: "It feels good."

"That's right," Naruto chuckled: "In the past, if you and I were in a bad mood or had an quarrel, we would go to the Valley of the End to fight. Today was fine. If it had been before, we could have destroyed half of the Valley of the End. explain!"

Sasuke had no doubt in Naruto's words that this was indeed what he had done. He keenly captured a key word mentioned in Naruto's words and asked him: "The Valley of the End?"

Naruto touched his head and explained: "It's a place in my hometown, a little far away from the village, and there is a very big statue there, which is Uchi - well, anyway, you and I have fought many times in the Valley of the End! "

"Really?" Sasuke nodded. At this time, Xia Youjie came over, threw a bottle of water to each of them, and said with a smile: "You are very powerful."

He asked tentatively: "...where were you before?"

Naruto opened his mouth, wanting to speak but wrinkled his face in confusion. Sasuke avoided the obvious and answered, "A place far away from your magic world."

There is no place in the world that is safe from spells, unless there is no one there. Xia Youjie thought thoughtfully and said with a smile: "I understand. The day after tomorrow is July 1st. According to the agreement, we can let you go, but we may require you to be supervised for a while."

"Supervision?" Sasuke frowned.

Xia Youjie waved his hand: "In name, it doesn't really matter. Just don't cause any trouble."

There won't be any trouble, he still wants to help Sasuke regain his memory, Naruto thought.

Two days later.

"Hurry up and get in the car! I'll take you back in person, aren't you happy?" Gojo Satoru was leaning on the car with a pair of sunglasses dangling in his hand, looking tall and straight in his all-black high-rise uniform.

Fushiguro walked over first and glanced at Gojo Satoru: "You are underage, do you have a driver's license?"

This obviously hit Gojo Satoru's Achilles' heel, and his face turned dark immediately, and he started to quarrel with Shir.

Naruto was still saying goodbye to his new friends one by one, from the junior Yuu Haihara and Kento Nanami, to Ieiri Shoko who smiled goodbye to him, and finally held Xia Youjie's hand: "You guys have to be nice , you must!"

Xia Youjie shrank in discomfort, but did not take his hand out. He asked with a helpless smile: "...Why do we act like we can't meet again? There will be opportunities to meet again in the future."

It's okay if he doesn't say this, but once he mentions this, Naruto becomes gloomy, and if there were ears on his head, they would probably droop down. Sasuke pulled Naruto's arm and said softly: "Let's go."

Sasuke pulled Naruto to him and whispered in his ear: "Theoretically, you can apply to come back."

"Really!" Naruto's blue eyes suddenly lit up, and Sasuke nodded with a subtle smile.

"Kids, hurry up!" Fushiguro shouted not far away, and Naruto responded while pulling Sasuke to the car.

After everyone got in the car and the driver started the car, Naruto opened the window and waved goodbye to everyone in the High Commissioner, and received a response.

Gojo Satoru sat in the passenger seat, and the remaining three people sat in the back. Fortunately, the car was quite spacious, otherwise they might not be able to fit in, and the driver was a support staff member that they were not familiar with.

"Send Fushiguro back first, and I'll also go see Xiaomei." Gojo Satoru confirmed the itinerary. In the past few days, he went to Fushiguro's house whenever he had free time, and he obviously had a great interest in Fushiguro Megumi. He even dragged Xia Youjie to visit Fushiguro Megumi, as if Megumi was some rare animal.

Perhaps he could see that there was indeed something different about Megumi Fushiguro.

"Huh? My son, what are you looking at?" Fushiguro complained unhappily, completely ignoring Gojo Satoru who had asked for help before. Sasuke ignored him in a familiar manner, frowned and asked Gojo Satoru: "We probably didn't give you a fixed residence. .”

"That's right. The high school's investigation didn't determine your two addresses. You are very capable of counter-investigation." Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers: "Where are you going?"

Sasuke was silent and glanced at Naruto. Naruto frowned and thought. In order to review his memories, he made some plans. Some of them required specific places. It would be a better choice to stay in Tokyo or Saitama Prefecture first.

He asked Sasuke: "Why don't we stay in Saitama County first? We can also go and see Megumi."

Sasuke nodded in agreement, but remembered that he didn't know whether the house they rented with genjutsu could still be lived in, and his eyebrows furrowed.

Gojo Satoru, who was paying attention here, saw clearly the hesitation of the two people, and his blue eyes turned and lit up again. He turned around and asked calmly: "No place to go?"

No one answered, so it seems that it is. Gojo Satoru put on an arrogant smile: "If you have nowhere to go, just go to my place and stay. In principle, I have to supervise you guys."

Fuhei Shi'er asked coldly: "How can the Gojo family allow outsiders to stay? It's still of unknown origin."

"There's nothing wrong with that," Gojo Satoru said matter-of-factly: "But I don't want you to go to my home either. I have a residence in Saitama County. You can stay there first. I only go there occasionally."

Listening to Gojo Satoru's casual tone, Fushiguro narrowed his eyes and looked out the window silently.

Indeed, he thought faintly that since this was the heir and the Son of God, his treatment in the family would definitely be much better than his own.

If it's me...

Naruto was very happy and thanked him profusely, and Sasuke nodded in approval of the decision.

"Then it's settled!" Gojo Satoru clapped his hands and told the driver an address: "We'll go here after we drop off Fushiguro."

The high school was in the suburbs, and the car drove for a while before arriving at the destination. Fushiguro's house is an old residential area with quite narrow streets. The car drove in with some difficulty and then slowly stopped in front of the residential building.

On the balcony, a petite girl shrank uneasily when she saw the unfamiliar vehicle. Her expression improved when she saw the person coming out of the car. She raised her hand and shouted crisply: "Uzumaki-kun!"

"Oh! Tsumiki!" Naruto noticed Tsumiki on the balcony and asked her with a smile: "Is Kei here?"

"I'll call him!" Tsumeki smiled sweetly, turned around and ran into the house.

A moment later, a boy with short hair like a sea urchin walked downstairs. When he came down, he frowned when he saw a bunch of people in front of him.

Looking at his two new friends, the white-haired high school student who suddenly appeared a few days ago, and his father whom he hadn't seen for a long time, a large group of people gathered on the small street in front of his building, Fushiguro Meguro He asked in a confused and disgusted tone: "...What are you doing?"