Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 27 What's your name?

"Thank you for saving me, I..."

"Don't say anything yet, I'll get you something to eat..." A hint of hesitation flashed in the boy's eyes, but he quickly turned and left the room.

Wajian stared at the simple thatched ceiling, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

Eldest brother, second brother... and fourth brother... how are you all doing now?

Thinking of the brutality of the battlefield, Watama didn't want to relive it... Clan members and enemies alike, everyone was dead...

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a drawing of hell.

She glanced at her right arm, tears welling up in her eyes... Her right hand was broken. How was she going to live? How was she going to protect her family, or even herself?

The tears only flowed for a short while before Wajian cheered up again.

He wasn't a particularly prone crybaby; he loved to laugh more, but in this situation, he simply couldn't manage a smile...

"Sorry to keep you waiting!"

Xiao Guang's voice came from outside. Wajian turned his head and glanced at him... He saw the other person carefully carrying a bowl of rice porridge to the bedside and placing it on the table.

"Hmm...you should be able to sit up, right? Sigh, if only Grandpa were here. He went fishing today and won't be back until tonight," Xiao Guang said to himself, sounding quite familiar.

Normally, Watama would definitely get along very well with him, but right now he's just not in the mood.

He was extremely grateful to the other party for saving him, but he kept thinking about his brothers and wished he could fly back immediately.

Xiao Guang seemed to sense what the boy was thinking and patiently comforted Wajian, saying, "I know you're very anxious, but you're in a really bad state right now. It's a miracle you're even alive!"

Watamachi fell silent for a moment. Of course, he knew his own state, but he was just so anxious...

Xiao Guang walked over and carefully helped Wa Jian sit up against the wall.

Although Watama had no other injuries, even the slightest movement that aggravated the wound on his right arm caused excruciating pain...

"Are you alright...? It must hurt a lot... I'll try to be careful."

It took Wajian a lot of effort to slowly sit up. He then opened his eyes and looked around at his surroundings...

"Um, Hikaru... is this your home?"

Xiao Guang stirred the porridge in his bowl, trying to cool it down faster. Hearing Wajian's words, he explained without looking up, "Yes, it's a bit small, but I'm already very satisfied!"

"..."

A strange sense of disillusionment rose in Wajian's heart. Was this really a commoner's house? In his mind, this was the first time he had ever encountered such a real scene.

Unlike the beautiful architecture of their own Senju clan's territory, the living conditions here can't even be described as rudimentary...

"Uh...it certainly can't compare to your Thousand Hands clan's territory..."

Hikaru's words startled Watama, causing him to shrink back slightly...

"Hey! Don't look at me like that. The Thousand Hands Clan crest is so prominently displayed on your armor, it's hard not to recognize it..."

Well, Watama breathed a sigh of relief. Since the other party had picked him up, their identity must have been exposed long ago.

"Oh right, I haven't asked your name yet. Do you ninjas really send such a young child to the battlefield? That's really too much..."

Xiao Guang touched the edge of the bowl and found that it wasn't so hot anymore before picking up the bowl, taking a spoonful, and bringing it to Wa Jian's mouth... Wa Jian subconsciously opened his mouth, and the spoon was put into his mouth.

It was delicious... He had never realized that a bowl of plain porridge could taste so good.

Seeing that he had a good appetite, Xiao Guang's mood improved considerably. She fed him spoonful after spoonful, and soon he finished the whole bowl of porridge...

After eating, Wajian's eyes finally regained a little sparkle. He licked his lips, looking like he hadn't had enough...

After finishing the porridge, Xiaoguang put down his bowl and explained apologetically, "Sorry, we only have a limited amount of food at home, so I only cooked this much... If you want more, I'll go cook some more!"

Wajima suddenly realized, upon hearing this, that the meal they had just eaten must have been a vital part of Hikaru's diet..., judging from Hikaru's clothes and the sparseness of the house.

"I'm full! No need! I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble..."

Wajian's tone was somewhat hurried; he was truly embarrassed to add to the burden of others.

Xiao Guang didn't seem to mind much, and continued to press, "Oh right, I was so busy feeding you that I didn't give you a chance to say your name. Haha..."

"My name is Wataru..."

Wajian spoke softly, unsure of what to do next... He felt a pang of guilt for having been saved and having eaten his share of food.

"Hmm, Wataru... don't worry! Once you're better... um... I'll try my best to get you back!"

"Hmm?" Watama understood Hikaru's implied meaning and was somewhat puzzled.

Xiao Guang shrugged, explaining somewhat helplessly, "This is an area near the Feathered Robe Clan. Our area is actually under their jurisdiction, so going home might not be easy..."

"The Feathered Robe Clan..."

Watama never expected that his fall would lead him directly to the enemy's rear camp.

After thinking for a long time, Watama looked at Hikaru with a determined gaze and said, "Thank you, Hikaru... I will definitely repay you!"

The boy was a little embarrassed by the sudden, earnest thanks and could only scratch his head and wave his hand.

"Oh, it's okay. Grandpa always tells me to be kind. Even though this world is chaotic, one day someone will bring peace to it... I want to see that day!"

As he spoke, Xiao Guang's eyes were filled with hope, as if a bright future awaited him ahead...

Perhaps it was the first time someone his own age had entered his world, but he seemed to become unusually talkative.

"I'm actually an orphan too. My grandfather found me when I was very young, and I've lived with him ever since."

Despite talking about these unpleasant things, the boy's eyes showed no regret or sadness, but only contentment and happiness.

"Xiao Guang..."

Wajian shook his head, his eyes brightening considerably.

Xiao Guang really is just like his name suggests; he cheered himself up with just a few words.

Indeed, being constantly downcast is not my style. Even if I can't go home for the time being, even if my right hand is broken, as long as I'm alive, nothing is a problem!

The two boys chatted in the cabin. Watama told him about the ninja world, and Hikaru listened with a mixture of envy and sadness...

Although Hikaru's account of the lives of ordinary children sounded uneventful and uninteresting, Watama listened with great interest.

Peace...

Unfortunately, in this world, ninjas are the masters of everything.

If everyone lacked the ninja techniques used to kill, wouldn't everyone be able to live peacefully?

Life is so free and peaceful among ordinary people; no one hurts each other. Why do we have to fight endlessly because of hatred...?

"Little Guang, Grandpa's back!"

Xiao Guang heard his grandfather's familiar voice and excitedly ran to the door to greet him.

Amidst the curious gazes of the neighbors, the grandfather and grandson entered the house carrying a fish basket. Only then did he get a clear look at the old man's appearance: a hunched back, tattered clothes, and graying beard and hair...

"Hey! Kid, you're awake! Thank goodness... Look how cute you are..."

The old man's accent was a little strange, but Watama knew the grandfather was praising him, and he scratched his head somewhat shyly...

"There'll be fish soup in the kitchen tonight! You just woke up, so it's perfect to have something good to eat!" Xiao Guang shook the fish basket, a happy smile on his face.

The old man put down his fishing rod and walked to the rooftop, looking at the bandaged body with a pained expression...

"Kid, you're really suffering... those damned ninjas are a real menace..."

The old man kept talking, and he felt a pang of heartache when he saw the right arm of the child who had been severed at the root... Such a good child, and he had to suffer such a misfortune.