A record, really, since tongue-tied kunoichi could spend hours on it. But I'd already developed an immunity to it, though I'd been pissed off at the waste of time at first - it was enough to quietly withdraw after a few minutes and go about my business.
Of course, when we went somewhere, it led to resentment and a little scandal, but gradually such training has borne fruit and the girls know that waiting for them forever in this situation I will not and either go to walk my daughter without them, or just go back to the undone list of things to do and no joint trip will not work.
The final destination is the nearest Konoha park, where not only Nara moms, but also the allied Akamichi and Yamanaka clans usually walk their kids. If the men of the clans gather in their favorite bars or fatty restaurants, then the women usually go to the park, where they drag their halves as well. There are a lot of ordinary shinobi gathering in such places too, not to mention ordinary citizens.
The traffic on the streets at this time of day was quite busy, and since we went out for a walk, not just to get somewhere by the upper routes, I sat Katsumi on my shoulders, giving her a bag of sweets, took the women under my arms and slowly headed in the right direction, standing out from the crowd and making not ordinary citizens step aside and give way in the busy flow of people.
Well and distinctly noticeable clan patches on his clothes played their role. Given the rather sparse hair color, size, and a beauty on each arm, we definitely attracted attention, unlike my usual rooftop movement.
And Linley and Saya liked it, both the envious glances of the men, with which they glared at me when they took a break from admiring the chiseled figures of my companions, and the appraising and irritated glances of most of the women.
That was probably why they insisted on dressing in formal clothes and not wearing a mask. However, looking at the faces of the beauties literally shining with attention, I could only put up with it, despite the fact that I don't like unnecessary attention too much. Professional.
When I got to the place, I sat my daughter down on the ground and watched her immediately rush off to a small group of kids about her age. Fortunately, I have a fighting and she is not timid in a new company, not to mention the previously familiar.
When I was sure that Katsumi was busy and didn't need supervision, I looked around at the small group of parents looking for familiar faces. Oddly enough, I found one almost immediately.
- Oh, Yoshi," I exclaimed, pulling the kunoichi toward the boy languidly huddled by one of the trees.
- Is he someone you know? - Linley asked, recognizing where I was leading them.
- Sempai from the hospital," she answered, "as far as I know, he still works there.
And what not to say about iryonins in the hospital, but they're still shinobi, so Kuminaro was quick to pick us up, despite the expression of universal boredom on his face. He was the first to glance at my beauties (asshole!) and only when we got close enough did he switch his gaze to me. And judging by the expression on his face, he didn't recognize me right away, having guessed it only after examining my hair.
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