Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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His main goal was to finish the task as soon as possible and get back to face the report.

"Everything is ready, and we can set off at any time." Misaki nodded and gestured to the carriage beside her.

"Alright! Let's go!"

Naruto waved his hand and took the lead in walking to the front of the convoy to keep watch.

Konohamaru and his two companions immediately got into position, with Moegi and Udon guarding both sides of the carriage.

Konohamaru followed behind Naruto, learning how to serve as the team's vanguard scout.

The convoy slowly drove away from Konoha Village and headed towards Tanzaku Town.

Along the way, Misaki would occasionally find opportunities to strike up a conversation with Naruto.

The conversation shifted from the mission of that year to the local customs and traditions of various places, and then subtly probed Naruto's current relationship status.

"Naruto is so outstanding, he must be very popular in the village, right?"

Naruto's answer was completely typical of a straight-laced man:

"Yes, yes, those bandits back then were too weak, they couldn't take a fight at all."

"The hot springs in Tanabata Town are nice; you can go soak in them to relax after the mission is over."

"Popular? It's alright. It's mainly because everyone likes to eat ramen, and I like it too, so I often run into acquaintances."

Misaki: "..."

She felt as if her alluring glances had been cast at a blind man, and she began to question the meaning of life.

Is this guy genuinely clueless or just pretending?

Naruto was thinking to himself: 'Hmm, this conversation is pointless, I can just gloss over it in the report.'

The main focus should be on recording safety conditions along the way and the handover of goods.

Konohamaru watched with great interest, finding the interaction between his older brother Naruto and the beautiful client "very interesting."

She even secretly exchanged knowing glances with Moegi and Udon.

Meng Huang sighed helplessly, thinking that boys were terribly oblivious in some ways.

Udon focused intently on observing the situation on both sides of the road, diligently fulfilling his duty of guarding.

And so, a escort team, each member harboring their own agenda and completely out of sync, was formed.

Bathed in sunlight, I embarked on a seemingly peaceful journey to Tanabata Street.

Naruto prayed for a safe journey and gave a concise report;

Misaki was struggling with how to conquer this "wooden fortress";

Konohamaru, on the other hand, was hoping for something "exciting" to happen so that this stolen mission would be worthwhile.

Chapter 296 The Still Infuriating Wood

The convoy moved slowly along the forest road, the wheels making a regular squeaking sound as they rolled over the road.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled patterns of light.

The weather was pleasant, the road was flat, and everything seemed to be going smoothly.

If we ignore the ongoing, severely misaligned conversation.

Beside the carriage, Miss Misaki tried hard to find a topic to talk about, attempting to penetrate Naruto's dull nerves, which were as tough as steel.

"Naruto-san, I heard you accomplished a great mission in the Land of the Moon? That's impressive. You've become a Jonin capable of handling things on your own at such a young age."

Misaki brushed a stray hair behind her ear and gave him what she thought was a look of adoration.

Naruto, who was cautiously observing the woods beside the road, didn't even turn his head when he heard this, and casually replied, "Huh? Oh, you mean the Land of the Moon?"

"It's alright, it's just that the opponent was too weak and couldn't take it."

"Being a Jonin is such a hassle, you have to write reports all the time, it's so annoying!"

His last words were almost mumbled, filled with genuine resentment.

Misaki: "..."

The opponent was weak? Too easily defeated?

She remembered that when news of the coup in the Land of the Moon arrived, her father lamented the perilous situation, but Naruto spoke of it so casually.

And... report?

Was he complaining to me about how hard his job was and seeking comfort?

Would you consider this a way to get closer to someone?

She immediately adjusted her expression, revealing a considerate look: "Yes, the paperwork is indeed very tedious."

"A ninja as powerful as Naruto must prefer to let his strength speak for itself, right?"

"That's right!"

Naruto finally turned around, as if he had found a kindred spirit, and poured out his grievances: "Misaki-san, you really understand!"

"I'm good at fighting, but making me sit there writing a mission report of several thousand words is more tiring than fighting the Akatsuki!"

"I really don't know which bastard invented this rule about writing reports!"

Misaki's considerate smile was starting to falter.

She remembered them as the most terrifying criminal organization in the ninja world, especially since they dared to openly attack Sunagakure last time.

The Akatsuki organization is now wanted by all five major powers, with a bounty offered on their heads regardless of whether they are dead or alive.

That would be truly terrifying...

Why is he complaining about the report again?

Is he implying that I should write it for him?

Isn't this... progress a bit too fast?

She chuckled twice, trying to steer the conversation back to romance: "Hehe... Mr. Naruto is really... straightforward."

"Um... speaking of which, besides the hot springs, Tanabata Town is also famous for its special cherry blossom cakes. When the mission is over, I'll treat Mr. Naruto to some?"

"Sakura cake? Is it sweet?"

Naruto blinked: "Okay! Thank you so much, Misaki-san!"

"But we need to buy more. Those brats like Konohamaru will definitely want some too, and there's also Kakashi-sensei, Iruka-sensei, Hinata, Sasuke, Sakura, Tsunade, Shizune, Tonton,..."

"Oh, I also need to bring some for Shikamaru and Choji, otherwise they'll definitely say I'm not being a good friend..."

He began to seriously calculate how many souvenirs he needed to buy.

Misaki: "..."

She felt that her carefully prepared "hot spring dessert date for two" had turned into a shopping spree by her friends and family in Konoha before it even began.

Konohamaru, Moegi, and Udon followed not far behind.

Listening to this conversation that was completely out of sync, it was incredibly difficult to suppress my laughter.

At the same time, I gained a new understanding of Naruto's "straight man" nature.

Konohamaru whispered to his two companions, "Hey, did you guys see that? Misaki-neechan's face is practically frozen from smiling!"

"Naruto is amazing! How can he keep the conversation going? Did he genuinely not notice, or was he doing it on purpose?"

With a slight blush, Meng Huang analyzed in a low voice, "I think... Naruto-sensei really didn't notice... his attention seems to be all on mission safety and... the report."

She astutely pointed out the key point.

Udon sniffed and, unusually, launched into a long speech: "Based on my observations..."

"Naruto-senpai's understanding of 'Misaki-san treats me to dessert' is equivalent to 'needing to buy souvenirs for N acquaintances'."

"And began mentally calculating the costs and thinking about how to distribute them fairly. Its ability to receive 'opposite-sex hints' is approximately negative infinity."

Konohamaru and Moegi nodded in deep agreement.

Within the space of consciousness:

This hilarious cross-server chat from the outside world was naturally relayed word for word to the ears of the "tenants" inside Naruto's body.

The nine-tailed fox slapped the water's surface with its enormous claws, producing a booming laugh.

The entire consciousness space shook violently: "Pfft, hahaha! I'm dying of laughter! This little girl! Three years! And she still hasn't given up?"

"Does she have some misunderstanding about her own charm, or does she have some unrealistic expectations of Naruto, that piece of trash? Hahaha!"

Kushina was very puzzled: "Sigh... Three years... It was like this three years ago?"

Minato's ghostly figure stood to the side, helplessly rubbing his forehead, his face a mixture of amusement and embarrassment.

"Back then, when Naruto and his crew were escorting the Yamamoto family's caravan, this little girl tried... to express her gratitude in a more 'direct' way, but Naruto's response was just..."

Minato seemed to recall a scene that made him feel embarrassed for his son, and couldn't help but shake his head:

"It's like using lightning to attack rubber; it's completely insulated."

Kushina's phantom stood with her hands on her hips, her fiery red hair seemingly fluttering with joy.

Her opinion was completely different: "What's with the 'oh'! I think it's great! It shows that our Naruto is simple, focused, and unmoved by beauty! He's a good man!"

"Besides, he's reached that age; it's time he started thinking about finding a girlfriend!"

"I think this young lady is quite determined, pretty, and comes from a respectable family. Maybe..."

The more she talked, the more she felt it was going to work, and she started to make plans. But as she talked, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

In the realm of consciousness, it seems that a voice that, no matter how silent it is, would occasionally utter a sarcastic remark is missing.

She looked up at the giant head of the Nine-Tails.

There is always a figure sitting or lying down in the spot wearing red layered armor, arms crossed, eyes closed, resting.

At this moment, the figure stood motionless like a statue.

"Hmm? Where's Mr. Madara?"