[Hokage] One tit for another

The cool evening breeze in summer blows slowly, bringing with it a hustle and bustle from afar.

The temple fair was full of people, the shops on both sides shouted enthusiastically, the steaming fried noodles sizzled on the iron plate, and the round octopus balls were neatly placed in the box and drizzled with mellow sauce.

"Father, come and help me get that one, I like that fat general with a red belly." The little boy with a sky-high tie said loudly, tugging at his father's sleeve, while waving a paper net in his hand.

"Where is it? Where is it? Dad will definitely catch it for you!" The man rolled up his sleeves and said confidently.

The child who named all the little goldfish is also very cute.And that father is already a ninja, right?If you can't even catch a goldfish, aren't you blind?You are ashamed to bully small traders, the boss will cry for you.

I only glanced at the father and son, and then looked away bored. After all, the little boy with the crystal snot on his face is so beautiful, I dare not look at it.

Thinking about it, I was probably worse than him when I was a baby, with saliva and snot flowing together... Hehe.

However, when I walked past the small goldfish fishing shop, I heard the voice of a man yelling "Ahhhhhh, bad, damn it! Come again." I can only say that I am deeply sorry for Konoha worried about the future.

I have never participated in a summer festival, but today happened to have time, and it was just in time for the temple fair. My mother dragged our family out of the house with an unquestionable gesture.

Yep, it's the rare family mobilization, including the patriarch who likes to pose in ugly bathrobes.

Today's patriarch finally changed out of the dark bathrobe. What he is wearing at the moment is the luxurious upgrade version that his mother personally prepared for him.Dark blue and silver-gray stripes, the fabric is much better than that one, it feels very textured, and the collar and cuffs are specially outlined with white edges, which is more temperamental.Generally speaking, it is luxurious and graceful, low-key and connotative.

However, compared to the yukata, the patriarch's face is obviously more beautiful.He obviously couldn't adapt to such a boring bathrobe, especially after his mother ordered his hair to be combed, his whole body was extremely tense, his expression was stiff, and he was even too embarrassed to face Itachi and me.

Under the smiling eyes of my mother, the patriarch who wanted to change back to his clothes could only go out to the temple fair with us in this clothes honestly.

Of course, extreme joy begets sorrow, and after I unceremoniously smiled at the old man in my heart, I became the one who suffered.

Compared to old men, my yukata is very ordinary... At least it is very ordinary among the Uchiha clan-I have little ping-pong bats printed all over my body, bastard!Blue background, then red and white ping pong paddles, ping pong paddles, ping pong paddles, and Pokémon balls.

It couldn't be more ugly!

Does anyone really buy such a yukata full of rackets?No, it should be said that some manufacturers will produce it?Wouldn't this be a masterpiece produced and sold within the Uchiha clan?

Why am I the only one so tragic?Why can Itachi wear such a normal dark green bathrobe?

"Sasuke is so cute."

When my mother said this, she touched my head and smiled slightly. She seemed to be looking forward to this summer festival. She pulled her hair up, revealing a fair neck, with graceful curves spreading under the neckline. Under the sun, it is bright, clean and elegant, and the broken flowers are dotted on the smooth silk and satin like the sky, which is as clear and beautiful as the wind, and as stretched and gentle as the clouds.

Suddenly, I couldn't say any words of rejection, so I let my mother hold hands and came to the street.

After walking a certain distance, I suddenly realized that I would swear to the death not to wear a racket suit?Did you agree to drag Itachi into the water?

I turned around and saw Itachi walking beside me, and gave him an angry look.

Itachi was a little puzzled, but he smiled softly at me without hesitation.

The one thousand and one failed provocation, it is probably only a legend that you can summon the god of dragons by collecting all seven dragon balls. Is the rage really that long?What a horrible man.

Suffering successive failures with Itachi and my mother, I had no choice but to turn my attention to the one who was the most bullied in the family—under my persistent stare, the patriarch finally became almost hand-to-hand as I wished.

Perhaps the younger son's gaze was too oppressive. The patriarch, who was already uncomfortable enough, secretly checked his appearance and repeatedly checked whether there were any ridiculous loopholes in himself, and then in order to leave a majestic and tall father image in front of his son , the patriarch had no choice but to support the embarrassment in his heart, trying to make himself walk more naturally and more authoritatively.

But everyone knows that the more you pay attention to something, the more things will go wrong.The more you pay attention to the way you walk, the weirder it will be.

So... Patriarch, you actually don't have any image left.

In the end, it was my mother who came out of the siege. She smiled softly and asked me, "Sasuke, why are you staring at your father?"

For the sake of making me feel that I am not the worst one, let him go.

"Handsome." I said this, hoping to give him a little confidence, as compensation for playing with me.

The patriarch who was walking in front froze.

"Ananda, did you hear that?" Mother asked with a smile on purpose.

"Cough." The patriarch had no choice but to turn around, raised his hand to his mouth and coughed in a disguised manner, his eyes drifted to the nearby shop, and he quickly changed the subject: "Sasuke, do you want something to eat?"

I looked at the freshly baked octopus balls and the dessert shop behind, and nodded: "I want to eat."

After 2 minutes, I had an extra serving of octopus balls with a thick sauce in my hand. Although it was very salty, it was better than the sweet one.

I glanced at Itachi, the guy was holding a small bag of three-color balls in his hand, and was chewing on a bunch of them at the same time.

Our family just walked on the street like this, the children ran around in the crowd, laughing happily, and there was a group of performances with gongs and drums passing by in the distance. Although it was noisy, it was rare. of tranquility and leisure.

The Uchiha clan rarely participates in activities in the village. Since the second generation set aside the exclusive clan land for Uchiha and entrusted him with the title of the security department, the Uchiha clan has always maintained the family-based lifestyle long ago.The Uchiha has some of its own traditional festivals and celebrations, as well as some special customs, even the Uchiha Clan held their own celebrations in the summer festival.

We used to live in the clan, and some traditions were a bit rigid, but they were not that rigid. For example, it’s okay for us to go to temple fairs in the village today.

Unknowingly, we came to the intersection. The patriarch liked the performances there, while the children’s favorite activities were on the other side. Mother pushed us to the side of the street full of small shops, and handed Itachi a wallet. He told us: "There are a lot of things to play in the temple fair. Itachi should take good care of Sasuke. We will wait for you at the blue stone. Have fun."

The grown-ups always know that the little ones are only there when they're not around.Besides, the villagers of Muye are simple and honest, and the law and order are good, so there is nothing to worry about.

Of course, my mother thought so too. She always hoped that Itachi and I would be more lively, so she smiled and waved to us, and pulled my father into the crowd watching the show.

I looked at the backs of my parents holding hands and slowly going away in the lights, and suddenly there was an inexplicable emotion in my heart that I had never felt before. I didn't know what it was, I only knew that for a moment, I wanted to catch up , even if it’s just stepping on their shadows.

It's a pity that I'm destined not to be like a normal child, even I didn't seem so normal in my previous life.And Itachi didn't live up to it, and he was developing into facial paralysis every day.

Actually, I'm not interested in hoops and hoops as a child, but I also don't have the patience to watch a slow, wacky mud-boom opera.

Speaking of which, I have finished eating the octopus balls, why haven't I finished eating the Itachi's balls?I looked at Itachi, he was eating so seriously, his cheeks were filled with a ball he just swallowed, and he bulged as he chewed, like a little squirrel holding a pine nut and gnawing on it.This scene inexplicably hit my cute spot, but it's a pity that I'm not a girl...

As I thought about it, I couldn't help blurting out: "My real mother."

"Huh?" Itachi didn't seem to understand what I said, and looked at me suspiciously.

"It's nothing." I said angrily, it's all this guy's fault, why can't he run and jump like an ordinary kid?The whole family has such a cold and sullen personality, mother works hard every day, okay?

Itachi smiled slightly, put the last stick in the bag and threw it away, then took my hand naturally and said, "Sasuke, let's go, what do you want to play?"

Itachi's hands are much bigger than mine, and due to training, he had thick calluses early on. When he held them, he could wrap my hands completely and still have warmth.

Different from his mother's softness and delicateness, although Itachi looked slender and thin, his hands were unexpectedly thick and even a little hot.

My hand trembled, and I subconsciously wanted to shake him off, but Itachi was unmoved and just smiled. It is impossible for him not to notice my movement, but he pretended not to notice it, and he was determined. The idea is to hold me like this.

He's just a child, but the marks on his palm look like a grown-up man...

I curled my lips secretly, since this guy wants to pull, I can reluctantly lend him a hold.

That night, the lights were bright, and the fireworks constantly blooming in the night sky were as brilliant as summer flowers.

Itachi held my hand tightly and didn't let go until the end.

Itachi was very happy, and when we came home at night, we ran all the way with my back on our backs. Both of us wore masks from the temple fair, and we talked loudly and nonsense.

I still despise Itachi so much, I can't figure out why this guy has such a silly smile.

I had just celebrated my sixth birthday at the time.

In the same year, and after that, Itachi joined Anbe.