Chapter 486: What a magnificent Ansai Waist Drum!

However, given Hiashi’s current mindset of "suspecting his neighbor of stealing his axe," any explanation would likely lack persuasiveness and might even make things worse.

Just as Seventh Hokage was struggling with how to explain things to make his father-in-law believe in his "innocence",

"Old man, calm down." Young Naruto spoke again, his tone still flat, but the words he said made Hiashi feel deeply provoked:

"You can’t beat me anyway."

"Pfft—" Otohime, who had been quietly staying in the corner as if watching a play, finally couldn’t help it and let out a low laugh upon hearing this.

Her pair of gold and silver Rinnegan curled into crescents, clearly finding the scene before her very amusing.

She knew that this brat was definitely up to no good!

He was intentionally provoking the other party right now.

When a father-in-law doesn’t see eye-to-eye with his son-in-law, does the son-in-law necessarily see eye-to-eye with his father-in-law?

Obviously not necessarily.

Young Naruto might not have any ill will toward this "father-in-law from another world," but he certainly couldn’t be said to respect or like him much either.

He didn’t mind using facts to make the other party recognize reality and calm down.

"Good! Good! Good!" Hiashi was thoroughly enraged by Young Naruto’s "arrogant" words and Otohime’s scoff, and he violently shook off the restraint of Seventh Hokage and his wife.

"Today, I will test your mettle and see exactly what kind of stuff you, a brat from another world, are made of!"

As he spoke, he assumed the opening stance of the Hyuga Clan’s Gentle Fist. Chakra flowed faintly around his body, and the veins around his Byakugan bulged slightly—he was clearly getting serious.

Seventh Hokage Naruto did not hesitate this time; he used some strength to firmly press down on Hiashi’s shoulder, forcibly suppressing his ready-to-strike posture.

"Don’t be impulsive."

Seventh Hokage’s voice was low and serious, carrying an unquestionable warning. "According to known intelligence, he killed two Otsutsuki with his own hands. Furthermore, the white-haired little girl named Otohime beside him is also an Otsutsuki."

He looked at Hiashi’s eyes, which had widened slightly in shock, and said in a low voice:

"You cannot beat him."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Hiashi felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head. His pent-up rage and impulse were instantly extinguished by more than half by this cruel reality.

He deflated dejectedly, his shoulders slumping, and he no longer attempted to struggle.

Killed two Otsutsuki?

That Otsutsuki, which made the entire Ninja World treat it as a formidable enemy and possessed unfathomable strength—this brat... killed two of them?

And that white-haired little girl beside him who looked harmless to humans and animals, she was also an Otsutsuki?

Seventh Hokage had no reason to lie to him about such things, and his son-in-law had only become more honest as he grew older.

The strength of the blond boy in front of him had likely reached a height he could hardly imagine.

If it were dealing with the fourteen-year-old Seventh Hokage, Hiashi was confident that, relying on his many years of Gentle Fist attainment and experience, he could spin the other party like a top.

But dealing with a monster capable of killing an Otsutsuki...

The one who would become the top would likely be himself.

No wonder... no wonder the "himself" of that world would consent to such things...

A complex emotion couldn’t help but rise in Hiashi’s heart.

Perhaps the version of himself in that world also had no choice but to accept it?

Hiashi from Young Naruto’s world: It wasn’t a lack of choice; I am incredibly happy right now!

He looked at little Hanabi, who was being protected behind Young Naruto, secretly poking her head out with an expression of "I caused trouble but it seems fun," and at Hinata, who was nervously tugging on Young Naruto’s sleeve.

He then looked at his helpless son-in-law and eldest daughter, and finally, his gaze fell back on Young Naruto, who was smiling but had calm, ripple-less eyes.

Forget it...

Hiashi sighed heavily, as if he had aged a few more years in an instant. He waved his hand and said listlessly:

"Forget it. I’ll go have someone prepare a room."

With that, Hiashi got up and left the tea room.

Young Naruto used Kamui to pull Hinata and Hanabi into the Kamui Dimension.

Soon, he reached out a hand again to grab Otohime.

After entering the Kamui Dimension, Hinata and Hanabi were fine.

Otohime puffed up her cheeks, tidying her collar while muttering words like "rude" and "impolite."

Young Naruto ignored Otohime; his gaze fell upon little Hanabi.

Looking at little Hanabi’s face, knowing she had caused trouble but was trying hard to put on an "I’m innocent" and "I’m being cute" expression, the slight unhappiness in Young Naruto’s heart dissipated by more than half.

"Alright."

Young Naruto bent down to bring himself to eye level with little Hanabi, extended a finger, and flicked her forehead lightly, his tone filled with helplessness and doting: "If you talk nonsense like that again next time, see if I don’t spank your little bottom."

"Hee hee, Naruto-nii-san wouldn’t do that!"

Little Hanabi covered her flicked forehead; not only was she unafraid, but she cheekily took the opportunity to hug Young Naruto’s leg, looking up with her big eyes, wearing an expression that said, "I know you’re the best."

She had indeed done it on purpose.

In her original world, as the youngest daughter of the Hyuga Clan’s main family, she and her sister Hinata had to undergo extremely rigorous training from their father, Hiashi, since childhood. Whether it was taijutsu, Gentle Fist, or etiquette and culture, the requirements were frighteningly high.

They needed to maintain the demeanor of the main family’s young ladies at all times and could not have the slightest bit of impoliteness or slack.

It was exhausting!

That feeling of suppression and restraint often made her feel suffocated.

Moreover, even if she and her sister tried their absolute best to meet their father’s requirements, they rarely received clear recognition or praise from him.

Hiashi’s love was deep and stern, rarely expressed directly.

Therefore, when she arrived in this strange world and saw another "father," that long-suppressed "rebellious" psychology deep within little Hanabi’s heart couldn’t help but emerge.

The result was more intense than she had expected; they almost started fighting.

This made her feel a bit scared, but at the same time, a bit thrilled.

"Are you so sure I won’t hit you?"

Young Naruto raised an eyebrow, deliberately straightening his face, trying to appear serious.

"Hee hee, Naruto-nii-san wouldn’t bear to!"

Little Hanabi hugged tighter, rubbing her little face against Young Naruto’s pant leg, her voice sickeningly sweet, "Naruto-nii-san is the best! You’ll protect me and my sister! You wouldn’t really hit me!"

Watching little Hanabi’s shameless yet cute behavior, the last trace of feigned sternness in Young Naruto’s eyes disappeared.

Little Hinata, who had been watching quietly from the side, keenly sensed the change in atmosphere.

She silently stepped back a small step to make room, while simultaneously looking with a hint of sympathy at her sister who was still hanging onto Naruto’s leg.

"Hey, you little brat!"

Young Naruto’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and an "ill-intentioned" smile appeared on his face.

He suddenly made a move, his actions fast as lightning.

One hand, like an iron pincer, easily "plucked" little Hanabi, who was still hugging his leg, off, and then he bent his arm.

Little Hanabi felt the world spinning. The next second, she was tucked under Young Naruto’s arm like a briefcase, head down and feet up.

"Ah—! Naruto-nii-san! Put me down!" Little Hanabi was caught off guard and let out a short scream, then began to struggle with all her might, her little face turning bright red from being upside down and from embarrassment.

"Know fear now?"

Young Naruto, holding little Hanabi, shook her deliberately, his tone carrying the laughter of a prank successfully pulled off.

"It seems if I don’t give you a ’lesson,’ you won’t remember!"

"Sister! Help! Naruto-nii-san is bullying me!"

Little Hanabi called out to little Hinata for help.

Little Hinata looked at her sister, who was clawing and kicking while tucked under Naruto’s arm, then looked at the smiling Young Naruto. She pursed her lips, and finally couldn’t help it, letting out a "pfft" laugh as well. She could feel that Naruto-kun wasn’t actually angry; he was just playing with little Hanabi. Then Naruto raised his hand.

It cannot tolerate restraint, cannot tolerate shackles, cannot tolerate blockage.

It is a force that has broken free, broken through, and crashed open!

What a magnificent Ansai Waist Drum!

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