Hiruzen Sarutobi finished his hard work for the day, put away the crystal ball, and the red color of excitement on his face gradually faded away.
He returned home.
His wife, Sarutobi Biwako, has prepared a meal and is waiting for him.
"Dad!" Sarutobi Asuma called him enthusiastically.
"You seem a little different today."
Sarutobi Hiruzen was keenly aware of his hidden nervousness, and his attitude was very strange. Normally, he would have put on a cold face and pretended to be an adult.
"No." Asuma shook his head quickly.
Sarutobi Hiruzen narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not ask any more questions.
After dinner, he came to the study.
After a moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
Sarutobi Hiruzen raised his head, he had already sensed that the person standing outside the door was Asuma.
As the door opened, Asma was holding a basin of water.
"Dad, wash your feet."
Sarutobi Hiruzen felt incredible.
Is this really his son?
He understands his rebellious character and cannot be so well-behaved.
"What happened to you today?"
Asuma didn't answer, he put down the footbath and stretched out his little hand to take off Sarutobi Hiruzen's shoes.
Only the smell is stronger.
But thinking of what Haruki-sensei said, he held back and plunged Sarutobi Hiruzen's feet into the hot water.
Asma breathed a sigh of relief. His weather-beaten instep was full of wrinkles and felt very uncomfortable. He suddenly had a glimmer of understanding.
"Teacher Haruki asked me to do this."
"Haruki?"
Sarutobi Hiruzen was stunned, but seeing the serious look on his face, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
As Hokage, he did many things that were invisible to others, but when faced with the growth of his son, he still returned to his father's identity.
"Well, the teacher said that you should go to the basketball game in a week. I'm afraid that if you don't go, the teacher will ask me to wash your feet."
"I'm determined."
Sarutobi Hiruzen stroked Asuma's head and enjoyed the rare family happiness.
At the same time, I am even more satisfied with Qingshu.
He was a little regretful that Qingshu was not his apprentice.
In Hiruzen Sarutobi's heart, Haruki is now almost on par with Tsunade.
He is one of the most trusted guardians of Konoha.
"What is the game of basketball?"
"Don't you know?" Asuma wiped the water on his hands, took out "Slam Dunk" and handed it to Sarutobi Hiruzen.
"Haruki again?" Seeing the familiar name, Sarutobi Hiruzen couldn't help but smile, "This guy can always come up with new tricks."
He didn't talk nonsense, just read it.
Extremely fast.
After a while, I already understood the rules of basketball.
"This sport is quite good. It can not only exercise personal abilities, but also deepen the cooperation of the team."
Sarutobi Hiruzen looked thoughtful. As the Hokage, he naturally thought more.
There are group classes in the ninja school, just to increase the cooperation between ninjas.
But the course is monotonous, just a battle drill between teams.
The basketball game is obviously more interesting and difficult.
According to the rules of basketball, it means that participants must accurately control chakra.
For genin, a wide-open battle is obviously inappropriate.
"Right!" When Asma heard what he said, she immediately became happy and said proudly, "Dad, let me tell you, I was appointed by Teacher Haruki to be the captain of the basketball team!"
Sarutobi Hiruzen smiled.
Qingshu is truly my daughter-in-law.
sensible.
"Then I definitely can't miss it."
"Just watch out, I will definitely kill everyone!" Asma promised, holding her little fist.
…
At the same time, Haruki was also talking to Tsunade about basketball.
"Are you interested in playing basketball?"
"Ball?" Tsunade was immediately alert, "Why do you ask?"
"?" Qingshu felt a little strange, but still said, "If you are interested, I can accompany you to play ball."
"Not interested." Tsunade took a step back and shook her head.
Qingshu nodded. He didn't think much about it. It was normal for girls not to like basketball.
Only then did Tsunade realize that she had misunderstood.
In order to relieve her embarrassment, she asked: "Is there anything interesting today?"
"It's an interesting thing." Qingshu raised his hand and pinched her face, "What's the interesting thing about not seeing you?"
"Don't make trouble." Tsunade grabbed his hand and glared at him, "I'm asking you seriously."
"I see that you seem very happy." Qingshu shrugged, "You obviously like to listen to my nonsense."
"Do you want to say a few more words?" Tsunade showed a sweet smile and put her fist in front of Haruki.
Danger!
A big word "danger" appeared above his head.
Qingshu rolled his eyes and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Don't move...ah, what are you doing?"
Tsunade suddenly exclaimed.
Just now, Qingshu opened her clothes, put her hand in from underneath, and pressed it against her belly.
She felt the chill.
But then, there was shame.
"Who told you not to tell me? Let me check for you and see if you are hungry?"
Haruki's expression was serious, but he kept moving his hands, savoring the delicate touch.
"Haru! Tree!" Tsunade said angrily every word.
"Don't be so loud, I can hear you."
Qingshu took out his hand in time and held her face again, tenderly and affectionately, as if he was holding the most precious treasure.
Tsunade touched his affectionate eyes and couldn't help being stunned.
Qingshu bit her lightly.
Water stains reflect light on lips.
He sniffed the fragrance on his fingertips and said, "Let's eat strawberry cream cake tonight."
He immediately ran away using the instant body technique.
Tsunade was left unresponsive.
"This guy..."
She touched her face and it was frighteningly hot.
Obviously he is a vigorous and resolute person, but he was eaten to death by him.
But I don’t hate it either.
This feeling of pity and caution made her addicted.
"Ah woo~"
Tsunade covered her face and made a cute sound. At this moment, she was a girl in love.
Qingshu opened the refrigerator.
Strawberry Cream Cake is not difficult to make.
The cake was ready-made. He spread the cream on it and garnished it with strawberries to complete today's dinner.
He thought for a while and added a line of text.
"Tsunade." Haruki came out with the cake.
"Here we come."
Tsunade answered while rubbing her cheeks, trying to regain her composure. When she got to the table, she saw the two words on the cake.
"Love words?"
She couldn't help laughing, "Hey, this is the most outrageous and shameless love story I have ever seen."
"Strawberries are red, cream is white, cake is sweet, and so are you."
Qingshu picked up a strawberry and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to feed you?"
"I'm not a child." Tsunade came back to her senses, glared at him, grabbed the knife and fork, and bit into the strawberry.
"..." Qingshu curled his lips, do you know what sentiment is?
In the next moment, Tsunade's little mouth came forward, and he felt like a strawberry was stuffed into his mouth.
Tsunade straightened up, licked the corners of her mouth, and asked, "Is it sweet?"