[Naruto·Itachi bg] A clear spring

Chapter 6 Daily Internet posting

"Phew - no more practice, no more practice, you are too strong." Quan, whose hands were so sore, immediately struck out.Are these two men of God?My hands didn't even shake after losing the kunai for so long.Forget about Shisui, after all, he has been practicing all year round.How could Uchiha Itachi, who had only started for less than a week, be able to carry it better than her!

"Girls' physical strength is not as good as boys', and Itachi has been practicing Taijutsu at home." Shisui touched his chin, but it was better not to hit her too hard. Her best result today was seven rings.Although Itachi is small and weak... he must have hit the bull's-eye three days ago, and one day he will surpass him.

"...Are all the Uchihas so perverted? You started training at such a young age." Quan was a little unhappy. Everyone was like this. Wouldn't she be a weakling in the future?

"Itachi is different. After all, he is the eldest son of the clan. He also has high standards for himself."

……

Phew - toot toot.The expressionless Uchiha Itachi was ready to continue throwing. "Stop shooting, the sun will set if you keep practicing like this." Izumi was very unhappy as he held Uchiha Itachi's wrist.The top students want to study, and the bad students want to rest. We cannot let the top students study all the time, and the bad students will suffer.

"The sun is still high, I can still practice for a while." Itachi Uchiha felt that he should concentrate on practice.

"If you keep doing this - I won't be able to play with you. I won't lend you Shisui next time."

...The second half of the sentence is more important to him. "Brother Shisui, let's rest."

"Ah, then stay where you are—"

"It's so boring where we are! Let's go to a higher place to enjoy the breeze. I recently found a great place!"

"..." The two boys remained motionless.

She had to work harder. "Starting tomorrow, I will go to the clan's special etiquette training class. You won't be able to see me as busy as I am for a month..."

Yes, the New Year's gathering is coming soon. This is an important festival day for the Uchiha clan, and it is also a good opportunity for Koizumi to write up his family tree.

"Let's go, let's go, I want to see what a good place it is."

On the top of the Nanhe River cliff, the wind was very strong today - it made the faces of the three of them feel a little painful.Is this what Koizumi (Sister Quan) said about blowing the wind...a self-abuse behavior in the middle of winter?

"Look! There are plum blossoms there! We can enjoy the plum blossoms..."

... All were blown away by the wind, leaving only bare branches.

I didn't know the wind would be so strong here. "There are many plants here, and the flowers have different fragrances in four seasons..." Quan's voice became smaller and smaller, lost in the wind.

"There is a rock here." Itachi Uchiha found a leeward spot.

The three people hiding behind the stone were arranging their hair in silence.

"This is indeed a good place for you. You are a wind attribute, so you might as well come and experience it more often." Shisui felt that this place was not far from their training ground, so it was a good place.

"Hmm...Are the Uchiha family's etiquette very complicated?"

"... Girls' problems are indeed more complicated than boys' problems." Shisui concluded.

"Ah - then I'm miserable." Quan's face wrinkled up. Her mother must have taught her... but as her memory was sealed, she must have forgotten it all.

"Sister Izumi, you can come and play with me, and then...ask my mother." Uchiha Itachi said weakly, wondering if his mother would blame him for making decisions. After all, as the clan leader's wife, the New Year's Day is the busiest time.

"Yes, thank you very much, Little Weasel."

That day's training ended with the three of them hanging out.Uchiha Izumi started her miserable etiquette training career from the next day...

Up to the sacrificial ceremony, kowtow and dance.

From flower arrangement, tea art, calligraphy...

It’s really too complicated!Fortunately, her body memory was still there, and she learned fairly quickly. At least she was not far behind the little girls of the same race who had been learning for several years.Especially her good handwriting amazed the calligraphy teacher who taught her for a long time.Don't be too pushy, don't be embarrassed...it's hard to grasp this level.

But by asking for etiquette advice, she was able to play with Little Weasel from time to time.Although he was reluctant, he had a lot of fun!

"You are so precocious at a young age and can easily look older. You have tear troughs and you still don't take good care of yourself." Izumi pulled Uchiha Itachi's cheek.

"Pinching your face is not maintenance, and my tear troughs are natural!" Uchiha Itachi was still very concerned about his face.

"This is called face lifting. Come and learn from me... If you don't learn it, you won't be able to read properly."

...Sister Quan won't let him read until he learns.

"One, two, one, come again, one, two, one, no, your fingers need to be like this..."

……

Mikoto couldn't help but smile when she saw the two little ones interacting well in the inner room. She always felt that Itachi, as an only child, was too lonely, and Aizumi's company was really great.Otherwise, you should work harder to give Itachi a younger brother and sister... Mrs. Mikoto, who decided to put the plan for a second child on the agenda, silently came to the door.

"Oh - don't move, the pattern won't look good if you move it! It will be healed soon..."

"I'm a boy...it's not convenient for me to do this training."

"It won't matter if you do it. Anyone who fights will watch their fingers. You think too much!"

The day before yesterday, they were making clay figures, and Itachi couldn't figure out a figure yet.What are they playing today?Mrs. Mikoto, who came to inspect, opened the door slightly... Two people, one large and one small, were carefully applying... nail polish on the table?what to do?Itachi is a boy, so his aesthetics won't be led astray... Do you want to stop... The confused Mikoto's subordinates used their strength.

Click——The door frame that I was holding on to was broken.

Three pairs of eyes looked at each other, Uchiha Itachi blinked, and silently took back his hand that was spread out with his fingertips curled up... "Mother... we are here..."

"Mrs. Mikoto, Little Itachi and I are drawing." Izumi said with a smile as he stamped the nail polish on the white paper.

"...Really, Itachi, tell me."

...He shouldn't have lied, but Sister Izumi was writing in the palm of his hand under the table - Shisui.

"Yes, we are painting." Itachi gritted his teeth and felt that the special training with Shisui was more important.

"Ah, then I won't disturb you anymore." Silently closing the door, Mikoto couldn't help but smile. Itachi had listened to Izumi like this since he was a child... But it was also obvious that her husband had allowed the two of them to interact frequently since they were young... Since there are so few choices, Quan is indeed a good candidate.After thinking about it, Mikoto decided not to worry about it anymore and let them develop their own affairs regarding their children.

One day, after seeing fishnet stockings among the gifts sent by Izumi, Mikoto felt the need to correct the wrong direction of the two of them.

"Socks can protect the toes exposed in ninja shoes, but fishnet socks have no effect, so don't buy them next time, Izumi."

"I understand, Mrs. Mikoto." The gentle Mikoto should never be offended when she is angry!

"I don't like fishing nets..." Although it was quite cool, Uchiha Itachi shook his head.

"From now on, you will all wear clothes with the clan emblem, formality and convenience are the main thing!" Uchiha Mikoto felt that the wrong aesthetic tendency must be nipped in the cradle, what if they wear fishnet clothes in the future!

"Yes!" Two young voices assured firmly.

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