It was just that he didn't want to lose his temper with the girl he liked. He pulled back his chair and left directly. Sasuke Uchiha immediately followed him out.
Inari also ran out.
Tsunami said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, everyone. Inari is too willful."
"It's okay, Miss Tsunami," Musashi said. "Dinner was delicious, thank you for the hospitality."
Wiping his mouth, he walked out of the dining room.
Following the faint sound of crying, he found Inari sitting on the wooden planks by the water.
The small figure was curled up into a ball, tightly hugging a photo in his arms, tears falling like they were free, dropping into the water.
Musashi walked over and sat beside Inari.
Sensing his approach, the crying stopped instantly.
Musashi ignored him and gently pulled the photo from his hand.
In the photo, a man dressed as a sailor (fisherman) was hugging Inari, smiling happily.
His stepfather, the man publicly executed by Gato for leading the resistance.
After looking at it for a few seconds, he commented: "Mn, very handsome."
"Just like you."
Inari looked up with red, swollen eyes.
Musashi smiled gently.
Returning the photo to his hand, he reached out and patted his forehead lightly.
"Cry if you want to."
"It's not shameful for a child to cry."
Inari pressed his lips together tightly.
Musashi said softly: "Inari, you are a very good child."
"Even if you said those things, Naruto and the others won't blame you."
"Courage, the Land of Waves, these things are not for a child like you to bear."
"Just leave it to the adults."
"Gato, or other enemies, someone will deal with them."
Inari: "Talking big, you clearly don't look like an adult either."
Musashi: "Nonsense! I'm obviously very big, okay? I'm almost 18!"
Inari stammered: "Re... really? So Gato can be defeated? You're not lying to me?"
Musashi laughed: "Of course."
"...I promise!"
Inari: "..., Wah!! Wuwuwuwu~"
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After breakfast.
Kakashi packed up ready to depart: "Musashi, I'm going to the bridge to prevent anyone from causing trouble."
Musashi said: "Senior Kakashi, you guys go ahead, I'll watch over the house."
"If I find enemies, I'll head over."
Kakashi: "Okay, then we're off."
The three Genin hurriedly followed behind.
On the road, Sakura muttered quietly while walking: "Coward."
Naruto happened to hear it and said unhappily: "Sakura! I won't allow you to say that about my Boss."
"Boss isn't a coward!"
Sakura didn't believe it: "If not a coward, why didn't he appear when Kakashi Sensei was fighting before? He came out right after the fight ended."
"If not a coward, why hide at home?"
Naruto was about to refute when Sasuke rarely spoke up: "Sakura."
"Big Bro Musashi isn't like you imagine."
Sakura: "...Alright then, since Sasuke says so, it seems I misunderstood."
Naruto: "(,,Ծ‸Ծ,,)"
...
In Tazuna's house.
After it quieted down, Musashi took out his training notes and began the day's ninjutsu recording and practice.
Originally, at this time of day, he should be doing Taijutsu training.
But Tazuna's house was built on water and couldn't withstand the huge weight he used during training, so he could only wait for Kakashi to return at night before going to practice in the sea.
He originally thought it would be very quiet at home during the day.
But he miscalculated.
Tsunami, for some reason, kept walking around the house.
Mopping the floor at the doorway one moment, bringing him some snacks and fruits the next.
"Musashi-kun, this is a special water fruit of the Land of Waves, have a taste."
"Musashi-kun, try the fish soup I just made, is it fresh?"
"Musashi-kun, do you need some hot water?"
"Miss Tsunami." Musashi dissuaded helplessly: "No need to trouble yourself, take a break."
"Also, why the sudden polite address?"
Tsunami bent slightly, her fitting plaid dress highlighting her slender figure, smiling: "Musashi-kun is a very nice person."
"Also, thank you for what you said to Inari last night."
Musashi couldn't quite handle it: "You're too polite, Miss Tsunami."
"You rest for a while, or busy yourself with something else. I'll just read quietly."
Tsunami: "Alright then~ Musashi-kun, if you need anything, remember to call me."
"Definitely."
After Tsunami left the room, Musashi breathed a sigh of relief.
Why does it feel like something is off with this woman?
Shaking his head, Musashi felt he was overthinking; she was probably just purely grateful to him, it was just that his internal fire was a bit high.
Great times, energy shouldn't be used in places it shouldn't be!
Study! Train!
Mere opposite sex cannot shake Musashi's will.
Spreading out the research notes, he refocused his attention, intending to continue.
Outside the door, a scream broke the silence.
Following closely was the noise of furniture being overturned.
Musashi's expression changed; he quickly put away the research notes and rushed outside.
In the small living room.
Several hooligan-like men holding weapons looked aggressively at every part of the house.
The warm decorations had been destroyed into a mess.
Tsunami sat on the floor, seeming to have hurt herself somewhere, frowning tightly, unable to get up for a moment.
"Mom!" Inari, running out of the bedroom, saw Tsunami's situation, shouted anxiously, and planned to run over.
Just as he was about to approach, a bare-chested wandering samurai extended a muscular arm, grabbed his collar, and lifted him entirely.
"Let me go! Let me go quickly!~" Inari kicked wildly, but to the wandering samurai, it was no different from tickling and he didn't care at all.
"Hehe... a brat, a woman, looks like the people we're looking for are all here." The wandering samurai laughed wickedly, looking at Tsunami who couldn't get up.
"Madam, will you stand up and come with us yourself? Or let us knock you out and carry you away?"
"My men are rough; I'm afraid you and this brat can't withstand a couple of hits."
"Listen to me, come with us obediently."
"Otherwise, you might suffer a bit."
Tsunami gently rubbed her ankle, slowly stood up, frowning:
"Let Inari go."
"I'll go with you."
"Hehe, that's right." Hearing this, the samurai smiled and released Inari.
As soon as the latter landed, he immediately rushed into the kitchen.
Then, holding a table knife, he rushed towards the samurai with red eyes.
Before running a few steps, he was picked up by the collar again.
It was Musashi.
"You! Let go!?"
"Let me go!"
"I'll fight them!"
"Enough." Musashi threw the struggling Inari behind him, wiping his right hand lightly, and the table knife was already in his hand.
"Kid, why be so impulsive?"
"Hide in the back."
Inari didn't listen but looked up at Musashi: "You... are you their match?"
Musashi shook his head: "No."
Inari's eyes widened.
But he heard Musashi continue:
"I don't have such lowly opponents. They are not worthy of being my opponents either."